clerk and tallyman, of Kuttenberg
“I am a man of the world and a tallyman, keeping the kingdom's wealth in order.”
Things Joseph Fuller had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
The Tuesday before Whitsun, at None
If Nicholas and Michael the Nasty pull at my sleeves one more time, I shall lose my temper. I am a tallyman, not a pack mule. I have travelled roads far more dangerous than their filthy hamlets, and I have no intention of walking back out there just to deliver their greetings.
Nota scribaeHe spent much time brushing chalk dust from his sleeves while dictating this.
The feast of Saint Pancras, at Terce
William Baker is in a panic over the magistrate's inspections again. It is a pitiful sight. A true man of the world knows how to handle authority. When I rode the routes, I talked my way past Hungarian patrols with nothing but my wits. William could learn a thing or two.
Easy for you to say, Joseph. You don't have war gear sitting at the pawnbroker's.
The second day of Easter week, at Vespers
I cannot bear to stand near Hans Kohl at the weighing board. I know he grieves his mother Edith, God rest her, but grief is no excuse for smelling of stale beer and damp mould. Humphrey's garret must be rotting around him. He needs to wash before Master Jacob notices.
Leave me be, Joseph. You know nothing of it.
The man buried his mother, Joseph. Have some grace.
The second week of Lent, at Prime
The timber carts are arriving early today. I made sure my voice carried over the din so the carters know who commands the yard. The older tallymen look at me sideways, but they simply lack my worldly experience. Keeping order in Kuttenberg is nothing compared to outsmarting highwaymen.
You rode a slow mule between safe towns, Joseph. We all know it.
Nota scribaeThe other tallymen were, in truth, laughing at him when he shouted.
The morrow of Saint Blaise, at Sext
I have secured the indoor weighing shift at the silver scales. Nickel Berger was late, so I informed Master Jacob he was drunk in a tavern. Nickel is far too weak for the heavy scales anyway. By stepping in, I saved the entire crew from docked pay. A smart man seizes the day.
You lying whoreson! That shift was mine, and you cost me a month's good wages!
Calm yourself, Nickel. You would have dropped the weights and ruined us all.
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I only asked because you always boast about your travels, Joseph.
Aye, if you rode past Hungarian soldiers, you can walk to my village.
My time is valuable, friends. Master Jacob needs me here.