guard at the Klasterska gate, of Kuttenberg
“I inspect carts at the gate and try to keep my breakfast down. The sergeant fines me if I complain.”
Things Godfrey had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at None
My stomach is completely rotted from this sour wine. If anyone is walking the road outside town, please pick me two handfuls of wormwood. I am stuck on the gate shift until Sunday. I would steep it, just to stop the pain. Oh, my gut... I have no coin for apothecaries.
Nota scribaeHe clutched his belly the whole time he spoke. I had to wait for him to stop groaning.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Christ almighty, Svatava's heir wants coin upfront for the herbs she used to boil me for free. Does he not know my wages are halved by that bastard clerk Roger for lamp oil? I haven't a penny left, and the pain is terrible.
the Monday after Palm Sunday, at Vespers
Some of the older men brought back plundered church silver. I won't name names, but if the bailiff finds out, we will all hang. I swear I never touched a piece of it. I just want to do my watch in peace without seeing the gallows in my sleep.
Shut your mouth, Godfrey, before someone shuts it for you.
Coward. You are afraid of your own shadow.
Nota scribaeDictated very quietly. He kept looking over his shoulder toward the barracks.
the eve of Saint Gregory, at Sext
Hugh glares at me across the barracks like I killed Michael myself. I know I ran from that ambush, God forgive me, but Julian broke the line first! If Julian had not panicked in that muddy ravine, Michael might still be breathing. I just want Hugh to stop looking at me.
Candlemas, at Terce
The wind off the gate is bitter today. I dropped my halberd because my hands were numb, and Roger the clerk fined me for mishandling town gear. Half my wages gone, just like that. And now I must pay for my own lamp oil. Lord help me.
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I will look for some if I get out that way, lad.
Stop drinking that cheap vinegar, then.