soldier of the Kuttenberg guard, of Kuttenberg
“I stand watch at the Italian Court while the quartermaster forgets my bloody wages. I held my ground at Kolin.”
Things Erhard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Another bloody day pacing the courtyard while the masters count the King's silver. My purse is as flat as a stepped-on toad. Joerg says we must wait for the right time to settle our old debts from the autumn, but I reckon he has already spent my share.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. He spat on the floor three times while speaking.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Heinz is whining about his missing brass lamp again. Christ almighty, lad, we have Cumans on the roads and bread prices rising every week, and you weep over a bloody lamp! If you had been in the mud at Kolin, you would know what real loss is.
the eve of St George, at Compline
Sat in the alehouse tonight and had to look at Lorenz's face. A man who runs to the treeline when the line breaks should not wear a sword. Markvart died in the mud because of cowards like him. And the coward still owes me what is mine from the baggage cart.
You do not know what you are talking about. Staying would have meant my death too. And I owe you nothing.
We all did what we had to do that day. Let the dead rest.
Nota scribaeThe man was deep in his cups and shouting so loudly the innkeeper asked me to hurry.
the Wednesday after St Gregory, at Terce
The damp in these barracks is settling in my lungs. Woke up coughing up half my chest. The captain says we will get new wool cloaks before Easter, but that is a bloody lie. I should have taken a silver cup for myself when I had the chance, instead of standing watch like a fool.
Candlemas, at Prime
The priest says we must write down our days for the Pope. Bloody nonsense. If the Lord wants to know my sins, He can come stand watch in the freezing rain at the Italian Court. I have done my duty. I held my ground at Kolin. I just want the coin I am owed.
Amen to that. If Grete knew how little they pay us, she would drag me back to Prague by my ears.
Nota scribaeHe was most reluctant to begin this chronicle and swore profusely at the Holy Father's decree.
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Keep your bloody voice down, Erhard. I told you, the merchant has not moved the goods yet. You will get your due.
I will believe it when the silver is in my hand, not your lying mouth.