John

the Thursday before Whitsun, at Compline

The captain was asking questions today about things going missing on patrol. Kurva, my blood ran cold. If a man finds something in the dirt, it should be his. I am keeping my chest locked tight tonight.

• 
  Adam

  You had best remember who you were in the dirt with, lad. A belt buckle is heavy to carry alone.

• 
  John

  I remember everything, Adam. Just keep your mouth shut and we will all be fine.

the feast of St Stanislaus, at Vespers

This new alehouse is piss compared to what Constance used to pour. And Thomas spilt half his cup with that ruined hand of his. I almost felt sorry for the poor whoreson, but ale is too dear to waste.

• 
  Thomas

  It was a mistake, John. The jug was too heavy and my grip failed me.

Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. He was already deep in his cups and speaking too fast.

the third day of Easter week, at Prime

Adam will not shut his mouth about Maurice. It has been two years since an arrow took him at Maleshov! Let the dead rest, kurva, and stop badgering Joerg over it. We have enough misery guarding these gates.

• 
  Adam

  He was a better man than you will ever be, you little rat. You know nothing of it.

the Wednesday of Holy Week, at Sext

Joerg is whining again about a certain copper jug he lent me for spiced wine. I told him I lost it on the road. A terrible shame. Maybe it will turn up when he finds the decency to share what he owes me.

• 
  Joerg

  You did not lose it, you thief. Give it back or I will tell the captain what you are.

• 
  John

  Tell him. And tell him about the silver box from the chapel, too. See who hangs first.

Nota scribaeHe smirked when he said the word lost.

the day after St Matthias, at Terce

Saw Adam push Thomas into the mud over four groschen yesterday. The old men give me the worst watches in the freezing cold, but at least I am not a bully who beats on cripples for pennies.

• 
  Adam

  Debts must be paid, lad. You would do very well to remember that yourself.