seller of wooden wares, of Kuttenberg
“I carve an honest living selling the best wooden bowls and spoons in Kuttenberg.”
Things John Cooper had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Clerk Lawrence has been sniffing around the market square all day. Kurva, a man cannot sell an honest spoon without being watched like a thief. I kept my stall strictly in order.
Nota scribaeDictated in a low, grating whisper, checking over his shoulder.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
William Mason had the gall to ask for his padded leather jack back again, saying there might be another muster soon. I told him he still owes me stall fees.
Give it back, John! You know I lent it to you for the march when poor Baldwin died. The bailiff will have my hide!
You two will be glaring at each other over your stalls until Judgment Day.
the Thursday before Palm Sunday, at None
The bread is dearer than ever, but my bowls will outlast the King's reign. A carter tried to handle my stock with his greasy hands. I told him to buy or clear off.
Mein Freund, you must learn to smile at the buyers. Even the greasy ones.
Nota scribaeThe man counted his pennies the entire time he spoke.
St Gregory's day, at Terce
Still eating plain porridge. I remembered the supply train we guarded two winters ago, freezing in the mud. Poor Baldwin caught the bloody flux and died. Now there are soldiers on the roads again.
God rest the boy. The roads are not safe for honest traders now.
Some of us found better things than mud on that march, didn't we, John?
Candlemas, at Sext
William Mason is a drunken fool. He stumbled into my rack and smashed three fine wooden bowls. I am keeping his best pewter jug until he pays me twenty groschen. Kurva, I will not budge.
Your rack was jutting out into the mud! It was your own fault, you thief. Give me my jug!
Twenty groschen is a lot of coin for three bowls, John.
Nota scribaeHe spat on the ground after saying the other man's name.
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If you have something heavy hidden in your pack, you had best share it before Lawrence finds it.
I have nothing but honest wood, Alan. Mind your own dirt.