Zdenyek Miller

the eve of the Ascension, at Vespers

Nickel Fischer and Fritz were at it again over a copper plate. I had to pack my chest in the dark just to stay out of Christina's way. I do not know how anyone sleeps in that house.

• 
  Christina

  Mind your own wares, hawker, and keep out of the main yard if you know what is good for you.

the Tuesday after St George, at Sext

If Richard Miller would just take my message north on his travels, my mother Madlen would know I am not dead in a ditch. He says he is not going that way, but he could make a detour for a fellow craftsman.

• 
  Richard Miller

  I travel where the work is, lad. I am not riding three days out of my way for a wooden spoon.

• 
  Mathes Berger

  Pay a scribe and send a letter like a sensible man, Zdenyek, and leave honest craftsmen alone.

Nota scribaeThe man spoke in quick bursts, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

the third day of Easter week, at None

These wooden cups will fetch silver groschen soon. The edges are getting smoother by the day. I just need to keep working at them a little while longer before I can show them at the market.

• 
  Mathes Berger

  You will not have smooth edges at all if you do not give me back my polishing stone.

• 
  Zdenyek Miller

  I only borrowed it, Mathes. Just one more cup and it is yours again, I swear by Saint James.

the second Wednesday of Lent, at Prime

Saint James preserve us, the miners have tighter purses than ever. They look at my knives and walk on. With the Hungarian soldiers on the roads, everyone is hoarding their coin.

• 
  Leonard Green

  It is the same everywhere. Bread is dearer and the silver stays hidden in the earth.

Nota scribaeDictated in the street beside a cart of trinkets.

the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce

Mathes Berger is a good fellow. He let me borrow his fine polishing stone for my carving. I will have it back to him by Sunday once I finish this first batch of cups.

• 
  Mathes Berger

  See that you do. It cost me half a groschen in the lower town.