merchant at the wheat market, of Kuttenberg
“I sell the finest additives in the Kuttenberg market, friend. My reputation speaks for itself.”
Things Eberhard Klein had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
My son Johannes tests my patience, friend. He speaks of bringing a washerwoman into our family. A beggar from behind the monastery gates! I have told him plainly, I will disown him before I see my good name dragged through the mud.
Nota scribaeThe merchant crossed his arms and spoke very slowly. It took some time.
the second day of May, at Sext
A man of substance knows the value of family, friend. My brother Kunz was most generous last winter, offering a gift to see my stall through the frost. It is good to have kin who recognize my standing in the town.
A gift? It was a loan of heavy groschen, Eberhard. I need it back before Whitsun.
We will speak privately, friend. There is no need for such noise here in the open.
the Thursday after Easter, at None
The wheat market is overrun with noise. Fritz Hartmann shouts like a common peddler, and Nickel Hahn sulks like a stone. Neither has the dignity of a true Kuttenberg burgher. I stand by my sacks in silence, for my pure grit speaks for itself.
If you shouted a little, Eberhard, you might not have needed Kunz's coin last winter.
Nota scribaeHe insisted I note down that his tunic was entirely clean.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
My brother Erhard complains endlessly of a rotting roof and his landlord Claus. I told him to stop moaning and act like a man of standing. A true burgher does not air his petty grievances to the whole street.
God's nails, Eberhard! Come sleep under my leaks for one night and see how much your standing keeps you dry.
Candlemas, at early light
I have arranged my sacks at the square. My copper measuring scoop shines as it should. The bakers know that if they want the finest additives in Kuttenberg, they must come to Eberhard Klein. The bailiff himself knows my wares are unmatched.
You polish that copper scoop more than you use it to measure.
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She is as pure as the Virgin, father. You cannot stop me.
Do not test me, boy. The bailiff will hear of this if you seek out a priest.