hired hand at the wall works, of Kuttenberg
“I dig mud at the walls for Master Vitek and wait for the bailiff to ruin me. A man I called a friend stole my iron skullcap.”
Things Jezhek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
The bailiff's inspection is almost upon us. I have no skullcap. I am looking at the armoury guards and wondering if hanging is worse than the pillory. Christ's blood, I am done for. Keep out of my way today.
Nota scribaeHe paced the entire time he spoke, sweating heavily and clenching his fists.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Michael the pawnbroker has fled the town. They say he was fencing church silver. He took his ledgers and he took the iron skullcap that Karl gave him. My skullcap. Bought with a month of my own sweat.
He took the kettle hat Heinz lost to me as well. The devil take Michael and his ledgers.
the Wednesday before Palm Sunday, at Prime
Roger will not shut his mouth about his sister Sarah in Prague. My back aches just as bad as his knees, but you do not hear me weeping about it. We have mud to haul and Master Vitek is already screaming.
the second Friday of Lent, at Compline
Karl begged to borrow my new iron skullcap for his night watch. Like a fool, I gave it to him in good faith. He went straight to Michael and traded it for ale money. God's blood, I am ruined.
Aye, Karl is a traitor, but you were a gullible lad to hand it over.
Nota scribaeThe man was shouting so loudly the priest asked us to step outside.
Candlemas, at Sext
I starved myself all winter, eating nothing but stale crusts, but I finally bought an iron skullcap from a passing merchant. A fine piece of steel. I will be safe on the night watch now.
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I told you I will pay you back as soon as I hit a silver vein. Have some patience, lad.
You pawned my life for ale, you whoreson! I will break your jaw!