hired hand hauling timber, of Kuttenberg
“I load heavy timber at the Italian Court sorting yard and try to keep my head down.”
Things Jarda had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second Tuesday in May, at None
Eberhard is still whining about his little clay pot. I used the last smears of wheel grease in it for the handcart, and now he wants it back like it was made of Kuttenberg silver. He can whistle for it.
Nota scribaeHe stared at the wall for a long time before saying this.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
Jezhek took the driest spot in the cellar again. If Simon were here, he would have broken his nose and thrown him out into the rain. I drank my ale in silence. God willing, my brother is still breathing in Prague.
Simon is likely dead, Jarda. Better to find a dry spot of your own.
the Friday before Palm Sunday, at Prime
I bought a padded jack and an iron cap for young Benesh when I had luck with the dice, thinking we would muster together. The little whoreson pawned it for ale. If I see him near the yard, I will break his jaw.
I had debts, Jarda! The alehouse keeper was going to break my jaw first!
At least you did not lose your whole kit like I did.
Nota scribaeDictated with much anger. The word he used for the young man was far worse.
the feast of St Gregory, at Sext
Work is slow and bread costs more than last year. The foreman Prokop sits in the counting house and decrees no man works without his own tools. My hands are blistered from the rusted spare I have to use.
Candlemas, at Vespers
I took pity on Alan and lent him my only good tool. He swore by the saints to return it when the shift was done. He still has it. Now I am stuck using scrap iron.
I need it to get hired, Jarda. Prokop will not look at me otherwise. Just a few more days.
Please do not shout, the foreman will hear us.
Nota scribaeHe was shivering from the cold of the cellar while speaking.
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Give me my pot, you thief. My late Marika bought that pot.
Come take it from me then, old man.