tallyman and message-runner, of Kuttenberg
“I am a respectable man of Kuttenberg who uses his wits to earn his bread. There is no sense breaking your back when a sharp mind serves just as well.”
Things Veit Muller had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Eberhard Schneider shoved another piece of parchment at me today. The boy is mad if he thinks I will take his marriage plea to Annabel's uncle. I have no intention of walking into that family feud, and I am no diplomat for a fool's errand.
Nota scribaeThe man looked around nervously as he spoke, keeping one eye on the street.
the first day of May, at Terce
A man cannot walk across the Lower Square in peace anymore. If it isn't Denis Spicer whining about his ale coin, it is the muster looming. A clever man sticks to the alleys until things blow over.
Lida says if you do not pay what you owe for the ale by Sunday, she will come find you herself.
Let her try to find us in the alleys, Veit. The alehouses there are cheaper anyway.
the Tuesday after Easter, at None
I had the devil's own luck at the dice yesterday. Lost every groschen I had. I was forced to leave a certain war kit at the broker just to buy a crust of bread. God preserve me if the owner finds out before I can redeem it.
My brother Jan says a man who gambles his friend's armour deserves what he gets.
Nota scribaeHe smelled strongly of cheap ale and seemed terrified of his own shadow.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
Stood by the foremen today and secured the tally-board while the thick-skulled lads hauled the silver ore. Bartholomew and I laughed at them later over a cup. A man must use his head in this world.
Amen to that. Why break a sweat when you can watch Maurice Polner do it for you?
Candlemas, at Sext
Markvart Schmidt was kind enough to lend me a fine tool today. I will surely return it before the week is out, but it is proving too useful to give back just yet.
I need that tool back for the wall works, Veit. Bring it to the square tomorrow.
Nota scribaeHe smiled broadly while dictating this, though his boots were falling apart.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
You said you had a way with words, Veit. I only need you to speak to him once.
I have a way with words, lad, and the words are no.