Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 66v
Portrait of Kubyenka the Boar

Kubyenka the Boar

hired hand hauling stone, of Kuttenberg

“I am the only bloody man in this town who does a fair day's work. The rest are lazy bastards.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Kubyenka the Boar had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the Thursday after Ascension, at Vespers

The bailiff is talking about a muster again. Bloody hell. If John Black asks after that war gear he gave me to hold, tell him it is safe. Rye flour is too bloody dear to worry about spears just now.

  • John Black
    John Black

    Safe where, Kubyenka? I paid good silver for that kit. I want it in my hands by Sunday.

Nota scribaeDictated at the cellar. The man was sweating profusely when he spoke of the gear.

the second day of May, at None

Casper the Fox keeps asking for his tool back. He has steady work right now, so he does not bloody need it! I will return it when the spring jobs dry up. A man has to earn his bread.

  • Casper the Fox
    Casper the Fox

    It is my best tool, you thief. Give it back or I will break your nose.

  • Kubyenka the Boar
    Kubyenka the Boar

    Keep your bloody voice down, Casper. I am keeping it safe for you.

the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext

Michael the Nasty is a bloody extortionist. I gave him my rusty axe as a pledge to take my night watch, and now the bastard will not give it back. I need to chop firewood for the greased cart!

  • Michael the Nasty
    Michael the Nasty

    Pay the wage you promised for the shift, and beg my pardon, or you can chop wood with your teeth.

Nota scribaeHe shouted this across the market square.

the third Wednesday of Lent, at Prime

Before Lent I lent Konrad the Ox my only pot of wheel grease. Cost me two bloody pennies! Now I have a hauling job and my handcart squeals like a dying pig, but Konrad says the pot is empty.

  • Konrad the Ox
    Konrad the Ox

    I used it on the worksite, just as you said I could. It is gone. Do not whine at me.

the day after Candlemas, at Compline

Ten years on this bloody worksite and my back is ruined. Lambert and those German masters deliberately pick the heaviest blocks for us Czechs to haul. I am the only one doing a fair day's work in this dust.

  • Peshek the Horse
    Peshek the Horse

    Aye, the stone gets heavier every year, but complaining will not put groschen in your purse.

Nota scribaeThe dictation smelled strongly of cheap ale.

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