townsman carting and tallying, of Kuttenberg
“I work hard down at the Lower Square to keep my pouch heavy. Fair is fair.”
Things Denis Spicer had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Endres Neumann is a thief. I never pushed him into that stall on Saint John's Eve, the drunken fool tripped on his own feet! Give me back my copper plate, Endres. Fair is fair, and I need the coin.
Nota scribaeDictated very fast. The man's face was purple.
the Tuesday after the Invention of the Cross, at None
Lida expects me to have the groschen ready before the roads close. I am hauling double crates today just to make up the sum. A man cannot rest when his wife runs the purse strings.
Less talking and more carting, Denis. The house needs what it needs, and you promised.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext
Why does Jarda Tanner need my best pot of ink? He cannot even read! I lent it to him weeks ago. Now he says he will not give it back until Bartholomew Smith returns his bone comb. Christ almighty, what a mess.
Tell Bartholomew to give me my comb, and you can have your ink. My brother Jan would never stand for this on his farm.
Drink your groschen and stop weeping about a pot of soot, Spicer.
Nota scribaeHe waved his hands so much he nearly knocked over my own ink.
the feast of Saint Joseph, at Terce
The masters from the merchant yards are paying late again, blaming the Hungarian riders on the roads. Bread costs more every week. I told Veit Muller I have nothing to lend him, so he can stop asking.
I only asked for two pennies for ale. You guard your pouch like a dragon.
the eve of Saint Matthias, at Prime
Listening to Eberhard Schneider yell about that girl Annabel is giving me an ache in my head. Marriage is about surviving the winter, not just a pretty face. The boy is an absolute fool.
You know nothing of love, Denis. You are married to your tally sticks and your ledgers.
Nota scribaeHe spoke this looking over his shoulder toward his own door.
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You shoved me, Denis! Pay half the heavy fine I gave the watch, and you will see your precious plate again.