yard servant at vlasska, of Kuttenberg
“I fetch and carry and sweep the yard here, and try not to get in the guards' way.”
Things Joerg had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Terce
Sunday is almost here and I still do not have the three groschen for Father Reginald. He will read my name from the pulpit. I am ruined. Else weeps in the laundry over the exact same thing.
Nota scribaeThe boy kept rubbing his hands on his tunic while he spoke, leaving dirt on the ledger.
the second day of Easter week, at Vespers
My back still aches from the broom handle. I only wanted to pawn the silver spoon to quiet the priest. Alice caught me and beat me blue. I suppose it is better than the magistrate's block, but it hurts.
I saved your neck from the headsman, you foolish boy. Be grateful for the bruises.
the feast of St Richard, at None
The pottage was mostly water today. My stomach cramps so badly I can barely lift the firewood. At least I found a marrow bone for Master Ernest's heavy hound, Zubac. The beast was looking at me like I was supper.
The pantry is empty for all of us, lad. Master Ernest left us with nothing but dust.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Prime
Master Ernest rode for Prague and took the strongbox with him. The pantry is bare, there are no wages, and Kunz keeps threatening to box my ears because he is bored. I wish I was a dog sometimes.
Keep away from the guards when they have been drinking, Joerg. They mean you no good.
Nota scribaeHe looked around the yard constantly as he dictated this, speaking very fast.
the week after Candlemas, at Sext
The master is still here but the house is tense. Alice screams at me to work miracles, but the wood is damp and the fire will not catch. I hope spring comes soon so my hands stop bleeding.
Wrap your hands in rags, lad. The cold will be gone by Easter, God willing.
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I have no coin either, Joerg. God help us both when the bells ring on Sunday.
You should have thought of your soul before you tried to steal from the master's chest.