hewer in the seams, of Kuttenberg
“The finest hewer in Kuttenberg, though the masters deny it. I keep a heavy purse and buy the best ale.”
Things Kvyetoslav the Great had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday after Ascension, at Vespers
Jan the Hare is weeping all over town that his groschen washed clean at the baker. The man was too deep in his cups at the Hole in the Wall and took change from some passing merchant. A smart man checks his purse before he pays.
Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He kept jangling his pouch the whole time.
the second day of Easter week, at Sext
Old Claus from the Kourim gate is asking too many questions around the alehouse. A crippled old fool ought to mind his own watch and leave honest hewers to their drink. I jingle my heavy purse just to see his good eye twitch.
Captain Oswald would have had you in the stocks for such insolence. I am watching you.
the Wednesday of mid-Lent, at None
The German masters pay us dirt, but I always find a way to keep a heavy pouch. I ate half a roast pig at midday while the rest of you gnawed on hard bread. God provides for the strongest arm in the mine.
If you are so wealthy, buy the next round at the Hole in the Wall.
Nota scribaeHe shouted this so loudly his spittle struck my ledger.
the Monday after St Matthias, at Prime
I am too generous. I lent my best picks to Hans the Pike and his drunken shadow, and they still have not returned them. It cost me a month of sweat to buy those! Let it be known I am charging them interest for every day.
You lent us nothing. You left them in the mud because you were too tired to carry them back.
Candlemas, at Vespers
A glorious feast day! I struck a new vein of luck. My good friend Endres showed me how a clever man turns scraps into a proper living. The ale flows like the river today, lads, and I am buying for anyone who calls me great!
Praise be to God for your luck, friend. Mine is terrible this year.
Keep my name out of your drunken mouth.
Nota scribaeHe was already heavily in his cups when he told me this.
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I got those four coins from you, Kvyetoslav! You handed them to me yourself.
My mother would have beaten you both for trying to buy good bread with painted copper.
You are a drunk, Jan. I would never pass false coin, it is a hanging offence.