the eve of Whitsun, at Compline
Young Lorenz says he is leaving Kuttenberg. I told the lad he wouldn't last a year breathing rock dust. Bloody hell, my joints are stiff tonight. I will need a good long drink before I can even lie down on my straw.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 346v
Wolfgang
miner at the Pach, of Kuttenberg
“I break my back for the King's mint down the deep shafts. A man must be clever to survive.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things Wolfgang had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
Denis the Miner was complaining about a lost tool today at the shaft. I told him he should keep a better eye on his gear, working the shifts he does. A man can't expect the saints to watch his belongings for him.
Denis the MinerIf I find the whoreson who took it, I'll break his jaw with my hammer.
- Wolfgang
Aye, thieves are a plague in this town. You should ask the Germans.
Nota scribaeDictated in a rush, with much waving of dirt-stained hands.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at None
Saw Nickel today laughing about Ludwig the Rat. God's nails, it is good to know other men have to be just as sharp to get by in this town. Michael would turn us all away to starve if we didn't use our wits at the morning inspection.
NickelHeh heh. What Ludwig doesn't know won't hurt him, and it keeps me in silver.
the feast of St Matthias, at Sext
Ralph is being entirely unreasonable. I told him I just need his pick for one more week to secure my wage at the deep shaft. A man as steady as him makes enough coin to visit the smith and buy a new one anyway! He has no charity in him.
RalphIt has been four weeks, Wolfgang. Give it back or I will tell the foreman.
Julian the CrookI reckon Ralph is tight as a tick with his groschen.
Nota scribaeThe man spoke very fast and kept looking over his shoulder.
Candlemas, at Prime
My own pick shattered against the hard rock this morning. Christ almighty, Michael will not send me down without a sound tool, and if I miss the shift I am marked in the ledger. I had to borrow Ralph's gear just to get by.
MichaelBring a sound hammer and pick, or go beg at the church door.
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I am leaving because the foreman is a tyrant, not because of the dust, old man.