hauler and roof patcher, of Kuttenberg
“I carry timber and climb ladders because a man needs his own silver to live in peace. By Saint Matthew, I wish I had more of it.”
Things Casper Wolff had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
I saw Tobias Brook drinking from my heavy tin pitcher today. The very same one I left by the stone wall at the wall works. He told the others he saved it from the mud, but ten groschen says he saw me put it down and snatched it.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his neck a great deal while saying this.
the third day of Easter week, at None
My brother Otto cannot even let the Lord's resurrection pass without bringing up our father's strip of land. I only want to work my share of the dirt, but he bellows loud enough to wake the dead. I had to eat my porridge in the yard.
The land is for a man who knows how to profit from it, Casper, not a frightened day-labourer.
I am not dead yet, boys. Let an old man eat his meat in peace.
the eve of St George, at Prime
Jarda picked me for the high roof today. The old grandfathers whined about their knees, so I had to carry the bundles up the ladder. I kept my eyes on the rungs and gripped hard. I will not end up like Dietrich with a shattered leg.
Mind your tongue about grandfathers, boy. We know how to tie a proper knot.
Ulrich's knot was the devil's own work. Watch your step up there, lad.
Nota scribaeDictated at the market cross before the sun was fully up.
the feast of St Gregory, at Sext
There are more soldiers on the road from Prague and bread costs two pennies more than last week. They say the Hungarian king wants all the silver. I do not care who sits on a throne so long as Jarda keeps paying me in heavy groschen.
Amen to that. Jarda has the coin, we just need to carry the timber fast enough to catch his eye.
Candlemas, at Compline
Winter is biting hard, but I am glad to stand at the market cross freezing rather than stay in the house. If I earn enough copper pennies carrying logs, maybe Otto will finally shut his mouth about the far strip.
You should come inside, Casper. He is down at the alehouse anyway.
Nota scribaeThe man was shivering so badly I could scarcely make out his words.
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You left it for the dogs, lad. Finders are keepers when a fool leaves good tin lying about.
By Saint Matthew, I will pay someone to fetch it back from you.