Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 329r
Portrait of Wilhelm

Wilhelm

hired hand, of Kuttenberg

“I haul sacks by the Italian Court for a handful of pennies. I keep my head down and wait for rest.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Wilhelm had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

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.

  • Erhard
    Erhard

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

  • Wilhelm
    Wilhelm

    Walk there yourself.

Nota scribaeThe man spoke so softly I had to ask him thrice to repeat it.

the feast of St Pancras, at Prime

Hynek whined all night about the foul water dripping from Matilda's ceiling onto his bed. The noise of it grated on my nerves. When they finally slept, I closed my eyes and spoke to Emma in the dark.

  • Hynek
    Hynek

    The landlady takes a whole groschen a week for us to sleep in a puddle. God's nails, it is a disgrace.

the second day of Easter week, at None

Julian pointed me to the heavy sacks of stone today. My shoulders burn like fire, but it pays for my pottage and my straw. Standa works beside me and keeps his mouth shut, which is a mercy.

  • Standa
    Standa

    Ay. We carry the stone, we eat the pottage. There is nothing else to it.

the Monday after St Gregory, at Terce

Ralph nurses a bruised heel and begs for bread. He earns a woodcutter's wage using the axe he took from me, but I have no pity for him. I am simply too tired to fight him for the tool.

  • Ralph
    Ralph

    I only borrowed it, Wilhelm. I will return it when the wood is chopped.

  • Zdenyek
    Zdenyek

    You are a fool if you think you will ever see that axe again, old man.

Nota scribaeHe stared at the floor the entire time he spoke.

the morrow of Candlemas, at Prime

Ralph scrounged my best axe yesterday and has not returned it. Now I must stand at the back of the timber yard with empty hands, hoping Julian picks me to haul gravel. The axe cost a month's work.

  • Matilda (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Matilda

    See that you still pay your groschen for the cellar, axe or no axe.

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