roofer and labourer, of Kuttenberg
“I haul the heavy oak up the ladders for Master Francis. Let the old men complain about their joints, mate, I'll carry three loads at once.”
Things Wenceslas Green had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Still no word from Lidka out near Sedletz. I asked Edmund again to run out there and check, but the lad is a lazy coward whining about soldiers on the roads. Mate, if I didn't have to haul Master Francis's timber all day, I'd go myself.
Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He picked dirt from his nails the entire time.
the eve of the Ascension, at None
Philip and Wolfgang are arguing over their children again on the scaffold. Bloody hell, it makes a man want to slip and fall just to get some peace. Just do your work and shut your mouths, mates.
Mind your own business, Wenceslas. You don't have a family to feed.
Arrogant arse. Just carry the wood and leave us be.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Bread is dearer again. They say it is the soldiers requisitioning the grain. If Edmund's fool brother Jan wasn't off playing at war, maybe we'd have cheaper loaves in Kuttenberg. He is likely dead in a ditch by now anyway.
Jan is doing his duty for the realm! Do not speak of him like that.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was slow, as he was chewing a very hard crust of bread.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Sext
Master Francis is pushing us hard. It is too bloody high up there. But I took three loads of oak up the ladders before midday. Nobody else in Kuttenberg has the shoulders for it.
Aye, you've a strong back, lad. I will buy you an ale tonight.
the day after Saint Matthias, at Vespers
Osbert is crying into his ale about that wood-adze. The haft snapped clean in two because the wood was rotten, mate! I did him a favour testing it before it broke on his own foot. I am not paying a single groschen for a soft old fool's rotten tool.
You swung it like a madman and broke a good tool! You will pay for it, you whoreson, one way or another.
Piss off, Osbert. Go cry to the priest.
Nota scribaeHe shouted this to the whole room, standing on a bench.
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I am not getting killed by Cumans just so you can stop acting like a mother hen. I am staying inside the walls.
You are a soft little shit, Edmund.