scribe of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I am a scribe of great erudition, beset on all sides by creditors and draughts.”
Things David Baker had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Pentecost, at Terce
That harpy Felice has finally departed for Prague, but she took every groschen of my back rent before she went. Now the muster draws near, and I am in a most calamitous predicament regarding a certain gambeson I was entrusted with. I merely placed it in temporary safekeeping with the broker, to secure a few groschen!
Nota scribaeHe cleared his throat three times while dictating the word 'safekeeping'.
the feast of Saints Philip and James, at Vespers
Word reaches my desk of a dispute at the Lorec vineyards. John swore an oath before Jarda the reeve regarding a strayed heifer, but he omitted the concluding formula! Such an oath is void in jurisprudence. When these vineyard workers tire of shouting, I expect them to bring me coin for a formal writ.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
The wind has been ferocious, and my lodgings are dilapidated. I have been employing a heavy iron tool to affix my loose shutter boards. It is a most efficacious implement. The owner has been inquiring after it, but my enhancements are not yet concluded. I shall cite the law of possession to delay him.
Possession my arse! It's my tool, David. I lent it to you before Candlemas. Give it back or I'll come take it.
You're just a squeezed townsman bending rules, David. Give the man his iron.
the Monday after Laetare Sunday, at None
I took my parchment to the alehouse this afternoon, seeking a wealthy burgher requiring my requisite nomenclature. Instead, I saw Michael Tanner and Hans the Horse. I took an alternate route to preserve my dignity. Such coarse men cannot appreciate the meticulous wording required of a true scribe.
We saw you, Baker. You looked like a frightened rabbit in ink-stained gloves.
Nota scribaeHe means he hid behind the baker's cart.
Candlemas, at Sext
The winter bites hard today. I bought a cheap meat pie at the market and hurried back to my desk. My landlady Felice is threatening to confiscate my quills if I do not produce her rent. I must find someone in need of a will before the cold takes me.
I can lend you a tool to fix the draught, David, but mind you bring it back by Sunday.
You have my deepest gratitude, Stephen. A temporary loan, purely out of necessity.
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Temporary safekeeping? By Christ's wounds, David, if my war gear is pawned, I'll take the cost out of your hide!
Do not vex yourself, Andrew! A writ of redemption is nearly drafted.