soldier at the Italian Court, of Kuttenberg
“Five years I have worn the Bergov livery. Sakra, it is a thankless task, but I keep order while green boys and cowards shake.”
Things Adam had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers
John still claims he cannot find a buyer for that heavy silver thing we found near Suchdol. Sakra, the boy thinks I am a fool. I know he drank my share of the groschen.
Nota scribaeDictated with much jabbing of the finger.
the feast of St Philip and St James, at Terce
Another morning standing by these cursed wooden gates. The King's silver rolls in, the King's silver rolls out, and my purse stays flat. If Constance were still here, she would let a man wet his throat on a slate, God bless her.
Constance left because of louts like you not paying what you owe.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Joerg tried to give the orders today, puffing his chest like a veteran. I told him to save it. Some of us stand our ground, and some order a retreat and leave good men to die in the mud. I remember Maleshov, even if he pretends not to.
Maurice was a fool who did not fall back when commanded. Do you want to join him in the dirt?
He was a brother, you coward. You saw the bows and your blood turned to water.
Nota scribaeThe man spat on the floor after he said this.
the Monday after St Gregory, at Prime
The damp in this guardhouse gets worse every year. My joints ache before the sun is even up. A man cannot even find decent ale to cut the chill, just watered-down piss from the cellar tavern on the square.
Saint Matthias's day, at Vespers
Thomas had the gall to demand four groschen from me outside the tavern. Sakra! The ale was a gift, freely offered. When I laughed, the cripple fell into the dirt and could not even catch himself with that ruined hand of his. Do not hound me like a debtor.
You shoved me, you whoreson. Pay me my four groschen.
Nota scribaeThe subject smelled strongly of sour ale and shouted the last sentence.
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I told you, nobody wants to be seen with it! Keep your voice down or the captain will hear.