Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 77r
Portrait of Fritz

Fritz

guard at vavakova ochranka, of Kuttenberg

“I stand at the gate and keep the drunks out. I know how to endure a long watch.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Fritz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the eve of St Urban, at Vespers

There is talk again of the Hungarians on the road. Let them come. A drawn sword usually means a poor outcome for the man holding it. I would rather be bored at this gatehouse than dead in a ditch.

  • Walter
    Walter

    If they come, we'll see some action at last. I am sick of pacing this yard.

  • Fritz
    Fritz

    You are sick of pacing because you are a fool, Walter.

Nota scribaeHe spat twice while dictating this.

the second day of Easter week, at None

Walter and Richard are at it again over those cheap wooden beads Richard lost at dice on Saint Matthew's Eve. They glare at each other like beaten curs. I told them to shut up and act like men on watch.

  • Richard
    Richard

    My sister Rosa carved those beads before the sickness took her. They are not just wood.

  • Walter
    Walter

    You lost them fair, Richard. Cease your whining.

Good Friday, at Prime

Up before the younger lads again. Kunigunde set out a decent cabbage pottage today, praise be. She knows how to keep order in this house and brooks no drunkenness on watch. A good woman, even if the rations are thin.

  • Kunigunde
    Kunigunde

    Eat what is set before you, Fritz, and thank the Lord you have a bowl at all.

Nota scribaeDictated before he had broken his fast.

the Wednesday after St Gregory, at Terce

Eating thin stew again because I will not buy from Humphrey's storehouse. The man sold us rotten pork, called me a beggar in livery in front of the street, and still has not begged pardon. I have my dignity. I will starve before I take his salt meat.

  • Humphrey (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Humphrey

    You are too proud for your own good, Fritz. The meat was fine enough for the price.

  • Fritz
    Fritz

    I owe you nothing but a beating, you whoreson.

Nota scribaeHe demanded I write 'beggar in livery' exactly as it was said, though it pained him.

Candlemas, at Sext

The frost is bitter today. I sat by the hearth cleaning my boots and sharpening my blade. The young ones complain of the cold, but endurance is a hard lesson they must learn. God willing, my boots will hold until the mud comes.

  • Walter
    Walter

    Godfrey told me soldiering was glorious coin. He never said it was mostly freezing your arse off by a gate.

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