craftsman at the town works, of Kuttenberg
“I pull my weight, even if the old misers say otherwise. I keep the mood light.”
Things Lorenz Braun had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
If a man were to have mislaid a piece of war gear, where might he find another cheap? I am asking for a friend. Henslin Schmidt is talking about the muster, and my friend is in a bloody panic because the kit is sitting with the pawnbroker.
Nota scribaeHe spoke so fast I had to ask him to repeat himself twice, at which he swore.
the feast of St Pancras, at Sext
Ten groschen to the lad who gets my bone flute back from Nickel Schönpetr. I was only playing a quick tune while leaning on my shovel, and the old bastard snatched it right from my hands. It is my only comfort in this miserable dust.
You can have it back when you learn to dig instead of piping like a stray minstrel.
If you have ten groschen, Lorenz, could you not pay for the ale and give me my tin plate back?
the third day of Easter week, at None
The bakers here mix more wood shavings than grain into the dough, but it tastes well enough off a fine tin plate. Hugh lent it to me for the feast, and I reckon it covers the ale tab he owes me. I am keeping it until my flute comes home anyway.
I never owed you for any ale, Lorenz. Please, it was a very good plate.
You are a thief, Lorenz, and a lazy one at that. Give the poor man his plate.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse, while he juggled a small stone in his left hand.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
Johannes Fischer is a bloody hypocrite. He has had my best mason's hammer since Candlemas and always has some fresh excuse why I cannot have it back. That tool cost me a month's sweat on the walls, and I want it.
I will return the hammer when you return the three groschen you borrowed at St Martin's.
Candlemas, at Terce
Waiting at the lower market for a nod from the foreman is a fool's game. Let Nickel and Hugh break their backs on the heavy stones. I know how to pace myself. I miss old Bartel, God rest his soul, he knew a man's true worth.
Bartel only gave you light work because he knew you would drop a heavy stone on your own foot.
Nota scribaeHe spent the whole dictation complaining about the cold and shifting his weight.
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Lorenz, if that friend of yours pawned my kit, I will break his jaw before the captain even sees him.
Christ almighty, Henslin, it is just a question! Do not lose your temper.