Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 400v
Portrait of Wilhelm

Wilhelm

guard at the Kourim gate, of Kuttenberg

“I stand the watch at the Kourim gate and take the tolls. I keep my head down and my pouch tied tight.”

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

Dicta

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

the Thursday before Whitsun, at Terce

My tunic is tearing at the shoulder seam. I need a sewing needle to mend it, but I will not leave the gate to buy one. If I step away, another man will take the tolls. I need someone passing to fetch it, lest Captain James docks my wages.

  • Andrew
    Andrew

    I can fetch it for you from the square when my shift ends, Wilhelm.

  • Wilhelm
    Wilhelm

    No, I need it before Vespers. And do not ask me for coin for the errand.

Nota scribaeHe spoke without lifting his eyes from a merchant's purse.

the feast of St Florian, at None

Three more groschen today from a timber merchant who tried to lie about his load. It all goes into the pouch. Mary is sweeping floors in Prague, but she will have a proper dowry. I will not see her marry a penniless farm boy.

  • Robert
    Robert

    You starve yourself for a girl you never see. Come drink with us.

  • Wilhelm
    Wilhelm

    Drink is water and lost copper. The pouch stays shut.

the Wednesday of Easter week, at Vespers

Jan and Erhard are at each other's throats again over a skinning knife. Robert and Paul are arguing over a brass lamp. I sit in the corner and stuff fresh straw in my boots. Fools wasting their breath when they should be saving their wages.

  • Jan
    Jan

    It is my knife, and he knows it.

  • Erhard
    Erhard

    You left it on the bench. Finders keep.

the feast of St Gregory, at Prime

The wind through the gate arch is biting today. I spend half the watch shifting my weight from one foot to the other to keep my toes from freezing. The ale-wife brought watered beer, but I refused it. I will not pay for cold water.

  • Fritz
    Fritz

    A cup of ale warms the blood. You will freeze like a statue.

Nota scribaeThe man's lips were blue when he said this.

the day after Candlemas, at Compline

I was there in the woods near Maleshov when the mercenaries attacked. We ran. I do not care about the blame the others throw around, but Sergeant Nicholas was left in the mud. It gnaws at me that he was never given a proper grave.

  • Hermann
    Hermann

    Keep your voice down about the woods. If Captain James hears we broke rank, we will hang.

  • Simon
    Simon

    The sergeant held the line. God rest his soul.

Nota scribaeDictated in a flat voice. He patted his belt pouch the whole time.

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