hauler at the shambles, of Kuttenberg
“I haul meat and wash blocks. I keep my head down and expect others to do the same.”
Things Walter White had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St John before the Latin Gate, at Vespers
Lawrence is shouting about his war kit again. I saw Richard take it to Jarda's grate, but I kept my mouth shut. Not my pig, not my market. A man stays out of trouble by looking at his own boots.
Nota scribaeHe wiped his hands on his breeches the whole time he spoke, though they were clean.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Heinz is drinking himself blind again over that cheap copper ring of Katherine's. He won't stop weeping. Someone ought to check on him three times tonight so he doesn't choke in the mud. I can't do it. I need my sleep.
Leave me be, lad. The ring is gone and so is she.
I will look in on him before Compline, but I am not staying up all night.
the Friday after St Gregory, at None
Hynek and Jan Cook keep pulling my sleeves to walk to Sedletz and check on their families. I told them no flatly. I am not walking roads full of Cumans and Hungarian bastards just to soothe their nerves.
It is but a short walk, Walter. Are you truly that frightened of the road?
We just need to know they are safe from the soldiers. Have a heart.
Have a walk yourselves. My work is at the shambles.
the Monday of the first week of Lent, at Terce
The shambles smell worse today. Gutted ten pigs and the blood froze to the blocks before midday. I get to keep the offal, so I won't starve. Better than being out in the war.
I will trade you a pint of ale for some of those scraps, Walter.
Nota scribaeDictated in the yard. He smelled strongly of raw meat.
Candlemas, at Vespers
Hugh sent his boy down with the slate. Raised the rent on the whole yard without warning. The older men are breaking under it, shouting about coin. I pay my share with meat scraps and keep my head down.
It is robbery! That unseen bastard is bleeding us dry.
You only care because it means you have less offal to chew on, Walter.
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You saw him? Bloody hell, Walter, why didn't you say a word?
Because I have blocks to scrub. Take it up with Jarda.