peddler of cloth, of Kuttenberg
“I sell cloth trimmings in the square and make sure everyone hears my prices. Grete handles the stubborn ones.”
Things Heinz Mannlicher had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Clerk Lawrence came poking his nose into my stall again, looking for short measures. By Saint Jude, my ribbons are cut fair! Grete had to talk him down. I was too busy shouting at a buyer to deal with it.
Nota scribaeHe tugged at his collar the whole time he spoke of the clerk.
the third day of May, at Terce
John Cooper is still holding William Mason's pewter jug over some broken bowls. It is plain theft! I told John to his face he is a greedy bastard. William is a friend and I stand by him.
He owes me twenty groschen for the bowls he smashed. Mind your own trade, Heinz.
Amen. Thank you, Heinz. The man is a thief.
the eve of Saint George, at None
Alan Smith keeps looking at me across the mud. Let him look. He knows he hurried the driver two winters ago on that cursed levy march. If he had stopped, that cooper's boy might not have died in the muck. It is his shame, not mine!
You liar. You saw Baldwin wander off and kept your mouth shut because you were cold.
We both know what you saw at the back of the wagon, Heinz. Stop shouting about it.
Nota scribaeThe man was shouting so loud the alewife told him to hush.
the Monday after Easter, at Prime
Hugh Brook lost a borrowed spear to a pawnbroker. What a useless fool. At least when I marched for the King, I kept my arms. Mud and freezing rain, and I did my duty. Saint Jude protect us from idiots.
I needed the coin to pay Denise for a place to sleep out of the mud. You try it.
Candlemas, at Vespers
Drinking Clara's ale to keep the chill off. The frost ruins half my cloth before noon. I swear, the mud in this town is worse every year. Waiting for Grete to tell me it is time to go sleep.
Drink up and stop complaining about the cold, Heinz. It is winter.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. His wife arrived to collect him shortly after.
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You were hiding behind the cart, Heinz. I gave him two groschen to look the other way.
Everyone knows your measures are short. The ledgers do not lie.