hired hand for master bartel, of Kuttenberg
“I am a hired hand who works hard for a master who pays in stale bread and rain. All I want is a dry bed and my own property returned to me, sakra.”
Things Kunz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the feast of the Ascension, at None
Sakra, the spring rains have started again. I tried patching the stable roof with mud and straw like the master told me, but it just washed away over my bedding. I wake up shivering and sniffling. Master Bartel is in his solar counting groschen, dry as a bone.
Nota scribaeDictated while wringing out a woolen blanket. He sneezed on the parchment.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Vespers
I saw Johannes in the alleyway. I asked him again for my antler-handled knife, which is the only good thing I own. He just glared at me and said not until I pay ten groschen or bring back a wooden carving I never touched. I did not steal Ella's saint, I only came in to dry my boots!
Good Friday, at Prime
There is a wind blowing from the north that goes right to the bone. It tore the rest of the cedar shingles from my lean-to. I begged Bartel to hire a roofer, but he told me it builds character to sleep under the heavens. My head aches and I cannot stop my nose running.
Nota scribaeThe man's nose did indeed run. I had to step back lest he drip on the book.
the second Wednesday of Lent, at Terce
It is a hard thing when a man who used to let you sit by his hearth turns on you. We shared ale and neighborly peace for years. Now because he has lost his wits and his late wife's wooden saint, I am the one suffering without my blade to cut leather for the harnesses. Sakra!
A thief is no neighbor of mine. Ten groschen, Kunz.
the week before Ash Wednesday, at Sext
Richard asked me to cut some thick ox-hide straps for his carrying basket today. I gave Johannes my good antler-handled hunting knife to do the job. It is a proper piece of work, not like the rusted iron they usually use. A man is only as good as his tools.
It was a sharp blade, I will give you that. Thank you for the help with the straps.
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Tell him to buy shingles. A sick hand is no use to anyone.
He would sooner buy shingles for the horses than for me.