stonemason carrying stone, of Kuttenberg
“I kept the church tower and rang the bells for years. Now I haul rock for groschen because of a whoreson's lie.”
Things Benesh had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
I am writing a letter to Father Adam. Once I prove where that silver cup is hiding, he will have to give me my wages back and let me ring the bells again. Paul Schmidt cannot hide behind his heavy new coat forever.
Nota scribaeDictated in the square. He spat twice while speaking.
the second Tuesday after Easter, at None
Jarda is asking for his gear back before the muster. Bloody hell, I had to pawn it so I would not starve after the priest stopped my pay. I will get it back, Jarda, just give me a few days to find the coin.
I need that kit, Benesh. The soldiers on the road do not care if you were hungry.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
They dragged me to the magistrate and put me in the stocks for a day. Father Adam panicked over a missing silver chalice and blamed me. I never touched it! Ask the man with the keys and the offertory box. Old Father Bartel would never have allowed this.
The Lord sees all sins, Benesh. Do not come near the church grounds again.
Nota scribaeThe man smelled strongly of damp straw and stale ale.
the feast of the Annunciation, at Sext
Carrying stone for the new wall. My hands know how to shape these blocks, not just haul them. I used to work beside these master builders, and now they look at me like I am dirt. Sakra, bread is dearer than ever with the Hungarians about.
Keep your head down and lift, lad. We all have to eat.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
My mother Adelheid washed the altar linens for the church until the winter she died. I grew up in the shadow of that tower. It is the only home I know, and I make sure the bells ring true for every mass. Praise be.
She was a good woman, your mother. Heaven rest her soul.
Nota scribaeDictated peaceably, for once.
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Keep my name out of your mouth, thief. The coat was a gift from my aunt.
A gift paid for with church silver, kurva.