hired hand at the Italian Court, of Kuttenberg
“I push a handcart at the Italian Court and keep the cellar lively. If it were not for me buying the ale, the rest of them would just sit around crying about their blisters.”
Things Udo had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Nicholas needs to stop glaring at me across the ale-bench. By the devil's arse, I told him I will get his padded gambeson back from the ale-wife before the muster. A man has to drink, and my coin is just tied up for a few days.
Nota scribaeHe asked me to write 'investments' but he meant his tavern slate.
the feast of St Mark, at Terce
Kunz is a whining child who cannot take a jest. I only said he was the one taking pennies from Doubravka's strongbox to make the older men laugh. Now the widow wants to throw him in the street and he does nothing but weep about it in the cellar.
She is going to throw me in the mud! Tell her it was a lie, Udo, I beg you.
I heard what I heard. If I find one penny missing, the rat sleeps in the rain.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
The cellar stinks of sickness and Robert is making it worse. Since his brother Simon died in Lent, the boy just drinks himself sick and lies shivering in the straw. I cannot sleep with the smell of it. Someone should drag him out into the fresh air.
Have some pity for the lad. He lost his brother and he has the fever. You sweat enough and it will pass.
the feast of St Gregory, at None
If Adam speaks of his sister in Maleshov one more time, I will walk there myself and ask the soldiers to take me. I spent the whole morning pushing spoil for Otto just to rest my legs in the shade, and Adam ruined it with his complaining.
It is easy for you to laugh. Marika is alone with the grain and the troops are everywhere.
Get back to your handcart, Udo, before Otto sees you.
Nota scribaeDictated leaning against a wall while the master of the works was not looking.
Candlemas, at Prime
Otto will not point you to the ditch diggings unless you have a tool in your hand. I borrowed a mallet from Kunz this morning so I could get hired. I will give it back to the miserable little rat when I am finished with it, if I remember.
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You pawned my good silver armour for beer. Get it back before the captain calls the levy or I will break your jaw.
Keep your voice down, Nicholas. I said I would sort it out.