yard sweeper and beggar, of Kuttenberg
“I sweep Mistress Magdalena's yard for crusts. I keep my head down and bother no one.”
Things Musty Fritz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Mistress Magdalena expects to hear me play the wooden flute on the church steps this Sunday. I do not have it. If she casts me out of the yard, I will lose my warm bread forever and freeze next winter without her ovens.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his hands together the whole time he spoke, looking at the door.
the eve of St George, at None
Poxy Joerg is shouting to anyone who will listen that I left Lambert in the snow two winters back. Christ almighty, Joerg was walking right beside the lad when he fell in that ditch near Grunta! I only went to find a fire.
You promised to stay back and wake him when the wine wore off! You let the cold take him.
We all drank that cheap wine. None of us woke him.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
My brother Benesh tried to steal my spot in the cellar again last night. I had to kick him out into the rain. A man needs to defend his patch or he'll be sleeping in the mud like Itchy Roger.
There was plenty of room by the wall. You are a miserable brother.
At least I do not sleep with one eye open fearing the bailiff.
Nota scribaeDictated on the church steps. He asked if the Lord cared about cellars.
the Wednesday of the third week of Lent, at Terce
Shabby Thomas is a stubborn ass. He claims I owe him three groschen for our old business with Jezhek the quartermaster. I cannot sell the thing we found, it has a maker's mark on it! If I take it to a silversmith I will be beaten for a thief.
You said you would split the value. Find a way to sell it or say goodbye to the baker's flute.
Candlemas, at Sext
I have foolishly lent my new wooden flute to Shabby Thomas just for the day. Mistress Magdalena gave it to me so I could play for hellers. Thomas swore he would return it by Compline, but I know his tricks.
You should never have handed it over. He is holding it for ransom.
Nota scribaeThe man was shivering violently as he spoke.
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You will get it back when you pay me the three groschen you owe me, Fritz. We made a deal on the Kolin road.
Keep your voice down, you fool! Shabby John, tell your son to give me my flute.
Leave me out of it. The boy has his own mind.