the Tuesday after St Mark, at Vespers
Johannes cornered me by the gate again. A penny for the week, he says, as if he does not know Alice has given us nothing. I told him I have no coin and nothing left to pawn. He looked at my boots. A man cannot stand watch barefoot.
Nota scribaeThe man rubbed his neck through the whole dictation.

You will be paid when the master settles the accounts. Stop complaining to the priest and stand your watch.
Maybe you should run away from Johannes like you ran from the woods, Endres.