guard at the apothecary stalls, of Kuttenberg
“I stand watch at the market so drunks and thieves leave the good master's wares alone.”
Things Fritz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Tuma must yield and hand over my wooden beads. I have five groschen for him right here. My vow to walk to Sedletz weighs heavy on my soul, but I cannot make the journey on the roads without the blessed beads to ward me.
Nota scribaeThe man rubbed his chin the whole time he spoke and swore three times.
the eve of Saint George, at None
Lamprecht was sniffing around the square again today, looking for men for the levy. I thanked Saint Wenceslas that guarding the apothecary makes me too useful to march against the Hungarians. I will stay right here.
Lamprecht is a shadow of doom. He is hunting all of us, mark my words.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
Master Bauer winced terribly today lifting his heavy ledger. His old wound from Saint Martin's still plagues him, though he says nothing. At least he is out here working. Foreman Gottfried has been in his bed complaining of gout since the winter broke.
Mind your own watch, Fritz. My back is my own affair, and the ledgers must be balanced.
Nota scribaeDictated at the edge of the market while chewing on a hunk of dry bread.
the feast of Saint Matthias, at Sext
I saw Joerg the clerk scurrying past the rectory today. He still owes me two pennies from the dice game last summer. I hate asking for coin, but a debt is a debt.
I do not have it, Fritz. The times are hard and the bread is dear.
Candlemas, at Prime
The frost on the cobbles bites right through my boots today. It brings back foul memories of the terrible fever two winters gone. God spared me then, but my ledger with Him is still not settled.
Move about a bit, Fritz. Standing still is what freezes the toes.
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Put your boots on and start walking, Fritz. I am not giving them back so you can sit by the stalls another year.
I will walk when I am ready, you stubborn mule. The bandits on the road are fierce.