hired hand at the wall works, of Kuttenberg
“I fit the bloody timber for the masons. It breaks my back, and the young ones steal you blind.”
Things Denis had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second Tuesday of May, at Compline
My joints ache like bloody hell tonight. I had to borrow a blunt hand-axe to shape the braces, and Foreman Robert gave me a look that said I'll be docked to two groschen tomorrow. If a certain thieving boy would return what's mine, I wouldn't be begging.
Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He spilled a measure of cheap ale on the corner of the page.
the Monday after Easter, at Vespers
Well, Christ has risen, but my bloody saw hasn't returned. The little bastard said I gave him until Easter. Easter is gone. Now I'm shaping timber with borrowed rubbish while he takes three groschen a day on my iron. Bloody thief.
the feast of St Benedict, at None
Frantishek is whining about the rain coming through his roof again. Bloody hell, at least Margery gives him a roof to sleep under. Try sleeping in the lodging house where a dozen snoring drunks are packed in like salted fish.
It's easy for you to say. The rain drips right onto my face, and that old witch still demands her coin.
Nota scribaeHe asked me to write down a very uncharitable thought about the landlady, which I have omitted.
the second week of Lent, at Terce
There is a bloody difference between fitting a proper scaffold joint and just hauling rocks like a mule. Half the brutes on this crew don't know the difference. At least Benesh works an honest shift without trying to cheat his elders.
Watch who you're calling a mule, Denis. Julian stole my pick, I have enough trouble without you running your mouth.
Candlemas, at Vespers
Foreman Robert wants us to bring our own heavy iron now or lose our pay. Bloody robbery. I lent my second-hand saw to young Ludwig for a week so he wouldn't starve. Don't let anyone say I don't look out for the lads.
God bless you, Denis. I'll take good care of it and bring it back before you even miss it.
Nota scribaeHe spoke with a great deal of pride and demanded I underline his act of charity.
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I told you I just need it a little longer, Denis. The edge needs sharpening anyway.
He's a bloody liar, Denis. I'm still waiting on my masonry hammer from the little rat.