Warty Heinz

the Tuesday after Whitsun, at None

Truth be told, a man has to watch his fellows. I saw Richard wincing under a sack of bark today. His hand is crippled. I will not say a word to the yard master, but it is good to know if I need his hauling spot.

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  Flea-bitten Richard

  Mind your own business, Heinz. My hand is perfectly fine.

the feast of Saint Pancras, at Vespers

Fritz is still begging the scribes to send letters south. I told him he is a fool. Your family is gone, boy. They forgot you the moment they had one less mouth to feed. Truth be told, crying will not fill your belly.

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  Peckish Fritz

  They have not forgotten me. You have no heart in you, Heinz.

Nota scribaeHe spoke loudly and pointed a dirty finger at the young man the whole time.

the third day of Easter week, at Terce

Kunz is complaining about his drawshave again. Truth be told, he has a bad knee and could not use it even if I returned it today. The carpentry work is delayed by wet wood, that is all. He must learn patience.

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  Lazy Kunz

  It is my livelihood, you whoreson! Give it back or I will tell the bailiff.

the Monday after Saint Gregory, at Prime

I left the church steps early today to avoid Thomas and Godfrey fighting over that wooden rosary again. Old men and their foolishness. I found half a day's work at the tanner's. The stink is foul but the copper buys bread.

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  Sleepy Thomas

  It is a holy relic, you ignorant pup.

the week after Candlemas, at Compline

Ursel threatened to have me in the pillory for my slate. A man cannot think when a woman screams about the bailiff. I had to pawn Kunz's drawshave to her. Truth be told, it was the only way to keep my neck out of the wood.

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  Ursel

  You still owe me for three cups, Heinz. That rusted blade barely covered the winter.

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  Warty Heinz

  I will find the coin, Ursel, I swear it.

Nota scribaeThe man smelled strongly of cheap ale and fear.