hired hand of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I haul what normal men cannot lift, though the bastards pay me the same wage. A man my size needs more bread just to stay alive.”
Things Matthew the Ox had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St John before the Latin Gate, at Vespers
The wind cuts right through to the bone tonight. I remember the winter of ninety-nine when Anthony took the coughing sickness and died. I will not die in the street. I will pay Philip his penny, even if I have to pawn the shirt off my back.
the eve of St George, at Prime
Konrad the Scar wants his clay pot of wheel grease back. I say he can have it when he pays me for the two days of hauling I did for him. A man's sweat is worth silver, not empty promises. The grease stays with me until I see a groschen.
You stubborn ox. Give it back. You know very well I am good for the coin when the merchant pays me.
My belly does not fill on what the merchant owes you, Konrad.
Nota scribaeThe man shouted this so loudly the dogs began to bark.
the second day of Easter week, at None
There was no work after the town council made us muster with war gear. I had to pawn the padded jack Casper Brown lent me, and the helmet from Alan of Old Kutna, just to pay Philip his yard toll. I pray the nobleman forgets my face.
You pawned my jack? Christ almighty, Matthew, I need that back before the soldiers return!
the Friday before Laetare Sunday, at Sext
Carried wet timber all morning. I lifted loads that would snap Karl in half. The carter paid me the exact same wage as the runts. Bloody hell. A man my size eats twice the cabbage. It is a sin to pay a giant the wages of a dwarf.
I save my groschen instead of eating my weight in bread, Matthew.
Nota scribaeHe smelled strongly of sweat and raw garlic.
the Thursday after Ash Wednesday, at Terce
Watched a man waste his whole day's wage on ale while the rest of us freeze in the sheds. I have no patience for fools who drink their bed money. The cold is a worse master than any bailiff.
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Do not speak of Anthony. May the Lord rest his soul.