the Monday before Whitsun, at Compline
The wind is finally turning warm on the night watch. I ate cold bread from the square and watched a few late wagons come in. At least I do not have to listen to Philip and Baldwin fighting over a whetstone.

guard at the Klasterska gate, of Kuttenberg
“I watch the wagons at the gate, keep my sword clean, and stay out of the bickering.”
Things Hugh had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at Compline
The wind is finally turning warm on the night watch. I ate cold bread from the square and watched a few late wagons come in. At least I do not have to listen to Philip and Baldwin fighting over a whetstone.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Roger the clerk has decreed we must pay for our own lamp oil and uniform upkeep. It is a ruinous thing. The men are at each other's throats over lent lamps and coppers. I keep my gear spotless, but it is a bitter pill.
I lent Philip my oil lamp and now I sit in the dark. It is not right.
Roger can rot in the earth for all I care about his fines.
Nota scribaeHe spoke very slowly and stared at the inkpot for a long time.
the eve of St George, at Vespers
I passed the alehouse today. Svatava's heir is calling in all the debts from before the winter fever took her. Half the guardhouse is desperate for coin. A man should learn to wait and hold what he has until the time is right.
the Friday after St Gregory, at Prime
Otto is exhausting. He wants what he cannot have right now, entirely blind to the danger of the bailiff and the rope. A man from Prague might help us one day, but until then, patience is the only thing that keeps a neck unbroken.
I am tired of waiting in the dirt while you play at being wise.
Nota scribaeDictated after his watch. He refused to say what the man from Prague was meant to buy.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
It is freezing on the wall. The cold makes my bones ache like the mud did in the winter of ninety-nine. I was thinking of poor Michael today. If some men had held the line instead of breaking like frightened boys, he would still be here.
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It was a good whetstone, Hugh. You would care too if Roger the clerk fined you for a dull blade.