the Wednesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Erhard asked me again to walk up the valley and carry word to his family. I told him my feet are heavy enough from carrying Julian's gravel all day. I will not walk another step past the cellar door.
Nota scribaeThe man spoke so softly I had to ask him thrice to repeat it.

It is not so far, Wilhelm. They have heard nothing from me since Lent.
Walk there yourself.