hired hand at the yards, of Kuttenberg
“I remember every debt owed to me, kurva. Hand over what you took from me and we will have no trouble.”
Things Zdenyek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
There are whispers of another muster in town, and I have no spear to show the bailiff because that worthless bastard John pawned it to Baldwin. If I am fined because he had to pay a toll, I will beat it out of his hide.
the Monday after St George, at Sext
Julian stood at his high counting house window and pointed his finger at every man with a shovel, then left me to haul raw ore bare-handed. My hands bleed for three pennies while men with saws take home two groschen. I hate that clerk.
Julian pays on time, Zdenyek. Bring a tool tomorrow and he will let you earn your two groschen like the rest of us.
Nota scribaeDictated at the timber yards. The man spat on the floor angrily after he spoke.
the third day of Easter week, at Compline
Matilda's cellar smells of wet rot and unwashed men, but worst of all is Henslin playing that wooden flute of his. I am exhausted from the yards. If he does not shut his mouth, I will choke him with the pipe.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Terce
I ate nothing but thin pottage again last night. The Hungarian soldiers bought up all the flour before the wagons even reached the market. Bread is far too dear for a man carrying sacks.
We all carry the sacks, Zdenyek. Eat your pottage and save your breath.
Candlemas, at Vespers
The winter frost broke at last, and Ralph begged me for my best saw to get work. In a moment of weakness, I handed it over. He had best bring it back to the cellar tonight, or I will break his one good leg.
My heel is terribly bruised, Zdenyek. I cannot walk to return it yet. Have a little patience.
I will come to your straw bed and fetch it myself, kurva.
Nota scribaeHe ground his jaw fiercely the entire time he spoke, glaring at the wall.
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I needed the silver for the toll on the road. You will have your ash shaft back when the harvest comes.
The bailiff will not wait for the harvest, kurva.