Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 44v
Portrait of Hugh

Hugh

guard at the Klasterska gate, of Kuttenberg

“I watch the wagons at the gate, keep my sword clean, and stay out of the bickering.”

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

Dicta

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.

  • Philip
    Philip

    It was a good whetstone, Hugh. You would care too if Roger the clerk fined you for a dull blade.

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.

  • Leonard
    Leonard

    I lent Philip my oil lamp and now I sit in the dark. It is not right.

  • Baldwin
    Baldwin

    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.

  • Otto
    Otto

    We could pay our slates if certain men would share what is already theirs, Hugh. You know what I mean.

  • Hugh
    Hugh

    Keep your voice down, Otto, and mind your own shift.

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.

  • Otto
    Otto

    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.

  • Godfrey
    Godfrey

    I did not break the line, Hugh. You saw nothing in that ravine. We were swarmed.

  • Hugh
    Hugh

    I saw enough, Godfrey. The Lord knows what you are.

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