messenger for the merchants, of Kuttenberg
“I am a man of perspicacious intellect, temporarily conveying parcels until I secure a dignified position behind a desk.”
Things Christopher Welvara had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
This Kuttenberg mud is an absolute abomination. I ruined my boots guiding a wool merchant from the lower square. Maresh and I shared cabbage soup at Lene's cellar to recover my spirits. I long for the day I sit at a desk, shielded from this dreadful dirt.
the third day of May, at Terce
If only Franz Keller would read the epistle I entrusted to him! It is a matter of the utmost perspicacity. He must speak to my father about Dorothy. Instead he ignores me entirely. I would pay good groschen to anyone who could make him listen.
I have told you, boy. A washer girl with no dowry will not cross my threshold.
Stop bothering me while I am working, you little fool.
Nota scribaeHe sighed no less than four times while dictating this.
the Thursday of Easter week, at Sext
I have composed a new poem for my absent dove in Kolin. 'Thy hands are like the whitest snow, though washing shirts is all they know.' It is indubitably a masterpiece of romantic suffering. I only wish my father possessed the delicate sensibilities to understand it.
That is not what indubitably means, boy. Stick to carrying parcels and leave the letters to us.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at None
The square is full of shouting today. Albrecht and Henslin are screaming at each other over some petty debt and a copper plate. Such lack of poetic soul! I stood by the church and pondered how love transcends such base, earthly matters.
It was ten groschen, you idiot. Try working for a living instead of making up stupid rhymes.
Nota scribaeHe spoke very fast and kept clutching his chest like a dying man.
Candlemas, at Prime
My heart is shattered. My father has decreed I cannot marry Dorothy, simply because she lacks a dowry, and she is sent to Kolin! It is a tragedy of the most monumental proportions. I must find a mediator of sufficient standing to change his mind.
You are young. The pain will pass. Or it won't, and you just get used to it like the rest of us.
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You didn't pay for the soup, Christopher. I gave Lene my last two pennies for that bowl.