woodworker in the lower yard, of Kuttenberg
“I am a man of the world, upon my word, busy from dawn till dusk keeping Kuttenberg standing.”
Things Richard Weaver had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
The Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
If anyone has a spare piece of war gear, I have a buyer. Or rather, I need to borrow one before the muster. Just for a short while. Upon my word, I will give it back. I am only asking for a friend who is in a tight spot.
Nota scribaeHe scratched the back of his neck so hard while dictating this that it bled.
The feast of St Philip and St James, at Vespers
Menhard is a thief with a ledger. He has gone to Kolin to settle an estate and locked up half the town's goods. How is an honest working man meant to redeem his pledges if the pawnbroker runs off? Christ almighty, it is a ruinous time to be alive.
You would not have the coin to redeem a rusty spoon, Weaver. Stop complaining and lift your timber.
The Wednesday after Saint George, at Terce
Saw Ernest walking up by the Italian Court, so I had to duck behind a wagon of rough boards. I cannot take his message to his family. I lack the time for errands. Why does he keep asking me to walk the roads?
I saw you hiding behind the wagon, Richard. It is only to my brother, it takes half an hour.
I was not hiding! I dropped my lucky penny. Upon my word, I will run your errand tomorrow.
The Monday of Easter week, at Compline
Fritz Wagner dropped a plank on his own foot today. The boy is too clumsy to be trusted with a blunt spoon, let alone heavy timber. Still, Master Hans paid us our groschen, and the ale at the tavern is cold. Life is good.
Since you have your groschen, Richard, how about the three you owe me?
Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He smelled so strongly of cheap ale I had to turn my face away.
The morrow of Candlemas, at Prime
James has kindly lent me his war gear to show the lads at the tavern. A heavy, handsome piece of iron. Upon my word, a man feels ten feet tall holding it. I might just stop for a quick ale before I take it back.
Bring it back before Vespers, Richard. I need to oil the leather.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
Richard. Where is the gear I lent you? The levy is coming.
Safe and polished! Just resting out of town. You will have it by Saint John's day, upon my word!