herdsman, of Kuttenberg
“I watch the flocks on the pastures outside Kuttenberg. I know the grazing land, keep a clean fold, and charge fair for what is mine.”
Things Kunz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at Compline
Oswald Petzold is still weeping over his late wife Pavlena's wooden pendant. It is a sorrow, aye, but weeping changes nothing. He should pray at the cross and be done with it. The dead stay dead, and the living have to work.
Nota scribaeHe stared at the dirt the whole time he spoke this, and spat three times.
the feast of the Ascension, at None
Another sheep gone. I saw the tracks myself, a massive wolf. Not soldiers, no matter what they say in the alehouse. A wolf, plain as day. I'll need stronger timber for the gates if the beasts are getting this bold.
A wolf with boots on, I reckon. Hungarians are hungry too, lad.
It was a wolf. I know tracks better than a man who digs in the dark.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
I saw Adam ranging the woods near Bylany at dawn. The boy works too hard for too little. Ranging woods all day to fetch game for others. It is a pity to see a lad wear himself out for beggar's wages.
I do well enough for myself, Kunz. Mind your own flock.
the Wednesday before Palm Sunday, at Vespers
Thomas of Bohunowitz sent his lackey again for the ram's horns. I told him ten groschen or they rot in my lean-to. He thinks because he is a lord I have no use for bone. He will pay what they are worth or go without his foolish masquerade.
Ten groschen for offal? My cousin Hugh would laugh at you in Paris. You are an insolent churl.
Just take the horns by force, Thomas. Why bargain with a peasant?
Nota scribaeDictated at the pastures. He crossed his arms very tightly.
the Monday after Candlemas, at Terce
I have not spoken a word to Hannes Muller since Saint Martin's day, and I will not. Not until he stands before the whole parish and admits he was wrong. A man must have a strong character, and I will not yield first.
I barely remember what we fought over, you stubborn fool. But I'll be damned if I apologise to a man who smells like wet wool.
Nota scribaeHe spat loudly after naming Muller.
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Keep your mouth off my wife, Kunz. You sleep with sheep, what do you know of losing a woman?