Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 168v
Portrait of Claus

Claus

guardsman at the poorhouse warehouse, of Kuttenberg

“I keep my head down and guard the grain, right then. A quiet man causes no trouble.”

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

Dicta

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

the Tuesday before Ascension, at None

Hermann is shouting about his rusty axe again, right then. I stay in the loft. It is best to stay in the dark corner where the captain cannot see me. I keep patching the same sack. The needle is heavy, but it makes me look busy.

  • Hermann
    Hermann

    If Fritz did not steal it, where is it? Come down here and help me look, boy.

  • Claus
    Claus

    I am busy with the sacks, right then. I have not seen it.

the feast of St Pancras, at Terce

Franz keeps whispering to me when the others go to the yard. He wants to go into the town to see a silversmith, right then. I told him no. I will not bring anything out of my boot. The bailiff is always watching.

  • Franz
    Franz

    You are a fool, Claus. We are parched and Gerta's ale is waiting.

Nota scribaeHe spoke so quietly I had to lean across the table to hear.

the second day of Easter week, at Prime

Jan was praying for his brother Ludwig again this morning. He is a good man, right then. It makes my stomach turn that his padded coif is gone. I know where it went, but I cannot say a word. Best to just stare at the floorboards.

  • Jan
    Jan

    The Lord tests us, Claus. Someone took it, but God sees every thief.

  • Franz
    Franz

    Probably some vagrant from the road. Nothing to be done about it now.

the Thursday after St Gregory, at Sext

The wind blows straight through the roof today, right then. I wish we had some decent wood for the brazier, but the quartermaster gives us nothing. I keep my boots on when I sleep. There are things under my pallet I must keep safe from thieves.

  • Fritz
    Fritz

    Thieves? The only thieves here are the quartermaster and Hermann who keeps stealing my peace.

Nota scribaeThe man never looked me in the eye once during the dictation.

Candlemas, at Compline

I dreamt of the ambush near Kolin again. The Cuman arrows and the mud, right then. I woke up sweating and checked my boot at once. God preserve us. I wish I had never looked in that sutler's cart. A man should take only his wages.

  • Heinz
    Heinz

    We all have bad dreams since Saint Bartholomew's day. Konrad is in a better place now.

  • Franz
    Franz

    Keep your voice down about the cart. The less said the better.

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