Drunkard Vitek

the eve of St Urban, at Vespers

Please, I am sorry to ask again, but if Richard Wood is walking south, could he tell my family I am alive? I have a penny for the trouble. I just want them to know I am working.

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  Richard Wood

  I am not going south, Vitek. Stop asking me every single day.

Nota scribaeHe wept while asking this. I wrote it down to make him stop.

the Thursday after the Holy Cross, at None

Drslav the Boar took a terrible fall from a timber wagon. He is by the old wall and the fever might take him. I am sorry, but someone needs to look in on him. I cannot miss sweeping or Lambert will dock my pay.

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  Konrad the Ox

  I will bring him some ale when my shift is done. Keep your head down, lad.

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  Drunkard Vitek

  Thank you Konrad, I am sorry I cannot sit with him myself.

the third day of Easter week, at Terce

The town muster is coming and the bailiff is asking for gear. I had mine, honest I did, but it is gone. Paul Schmidt took it to Juliana's cellar while I slept. I am too afraid to ask for it back. I am sorry.

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  Paul Schmidt

  Finders keepers, you sniveling coward. You owe me for the ale anyway.

Nota scribaeHe wiped his nose on his sleeve three times during this dictation.

the Monday after St Gregory, at Prime

The older men kicked me awake before dawn today. I am sweeping the lower market again. I wish I was strong enough to lift timber at the Italian Court, but Lambert would just shout at me anyway. I only want a piece of bread.

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  Michael the Nasty

  Stop your whining. At least you are not digging in the mud.

Candlemas, at Sext

I finally saved enough pennies to buy some battered war gear for the muster. I kept out of the watchmen's way and did not drink for a week. I hope the soldiers leave us alone now. I am sorry for bothering everyone.

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  Peshek the Horse

  Keep it close to you, lad. Juliana will have it off you if you blink.

Nota scribaeHe smelled strongly of watered ale despite his claims of sobriety.