soldier, of Kuttenberg
“I'm a soldier of the Kuttenberg garrison, friend. I walk the Kolin road keeping the king's peace.”
Things William had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday after Saint John before the Latin Gate, at Vespers
Christ's wounds, the Kolin road was dry as a bone today. Not a cart worth stopping. If I don't get some proper tolls by Sunday, I'm done for. A man needs his fair share, friend, or how's he meant to pay his debts?
Nota scribaeHe was tapping his belt the whole time he spoke. Most distracting.
the second day of May, at Terce
A fine horn-handled knife makes a good meal better. Found a fellow on the road who didn't want to pay the watch its due. He left his blade behind to settle the account. A fair bargain, I reckon.
Saint George's Day, at None
Standa says the provosts are asking questions about some burnt-out holdings. I say let them ask. A soldier's life is hard enough without some clerk sniffing around for things that don't belong to them. Best keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you, friend.
We need to talk, William. Soon. Just the two of us.
Nota scribaeThe man seemed entirely too concerned with what the provosts are doing.
the first day of April, at Sext
I lost three groschen at dice last night. Bloody hell. The dice were cursed, I swear it. Now I have to go see a man about a pawn just to keep my head above water. This garrison life is bleeding me dry.
You throw dice like a farmer pulling rocks, William. Stop betting what you haven't got.
the Tuesday after Ash Wednesday, at Prime
First day on the Kolin road. It beats pulling rocks in Miskowitz. The pay isn't much, but I reckon a smart man can make his own luck out here. Got my crossbow and my new scar. Life's looking up.
Welcome to the watch, lad. Just remember to share the spoils with the rest of us.
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Debts, eh? Just find my kettle hat before the muster, William. That's all the debt you need worry about.
Keep your shirt on, friend. You'll get it back. I just lent it to a fellow to polish.