former roofer, of Kuttenberg
“I was the best back on Jarda's crew until a fall crippled me. Now I wait to heal.”
Things Dietrich Muller had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
My last groschen is in sight and Vlasta extends no credit. If Ulrich Wald shows his face here, I will brain him with my crutch. Tell Jarda I will be back on the ladders before harvest. I just need more ale to kill the ache.
Nota scribaeThe man's words were heavily slurred and he spat on my boots.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Jacob Smith tells the town my best adze was a gift. The boy is a liar and a thief. I lent it to him to finish the week's contract, not to keep. He reckons a man with a broken leg needs no tools.
You handed it over yourself, Dietrich. Besides, you could not swing it now if you tried.
Bring it back here and I will bury it in your skull, you whoreson.
the eve of Palm Sunday, at Sext
Every morning I drag myself from my cot to Vlasta's corner. The bone set poorly and the pain is a fire in my shin. Tobias Brook came scrounging for dropped coins near the door today. The miserable bastard.
I was sweeping up the dirt, not scrounging. Some of us still have to earn our keep with an honest day of work.
Nota scribaeDictated in the cellar. The air was exceedingly foul.
the morning after St Matthias, at Prime
Ulrich Wald tied a bad knot on the storehouse near the Italian Court. The rope slipped and sent me down onto the cobblestones. My leg is broken in two places. If I see Ulrich, I will kill him. I did the work of two men.
It was a grim fall, lad. The whole crew heard the bone snap.
Candlemas, at Terce
I lent my best adze to young Jacob Smith to finish the cutting. He had better return it sharp and clean when the bells ring for Vespers. The weather is too bitter to stand idle at the market cross waiting for Jarda.
I have it safe, Dietrich. Rest your back while you can.
Nota scribaeThe man was loud and smelled of cheap beer.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
Save your breath, Dietrich. Ulrich will not come anywhere near the shambles.