Hannes

the Friday before Whitsun, at Sext

Still no wages from the council, and it is past Easter by weeks. The ale-wife says she will cut me off if I do not pay. The bastards in the town hall sit on their silver while we stand at the gate in the wind.

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  Frantishek

  Aye, I owe the baker for a month. They treat us like dogs.

• 
  Wenceslas

  Keep your voice down, Hannes, the bailiff will hear you.

Nota scribaeDictated at the tavern. He rubbed his chin the entire time and shouted the last sentence.

the feast of St Pancras, at None

Vashek is telling lies at the tavern again about St Martin's eve. If the bastard had not dropped his torch and blinded us, Jarda would not be dead. And worse, Jarda bled out owing me three groschen. Three whole groschen into the mud!

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  Vashek

  You pushed him down so you could climb over him and run, you whoreson! I saw it!

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  Hannes

  I held my ground! You were shaking like a leaf!

the Thursday after Easter, at Prime

The bailiff is coming for his Friday inspection tomorrow. He always finds something to complain about. I do the work of three men at the gate while the younger lads just lean on their spears and pick their noses.

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  Franz

  Just polish your boots and shut your mouth for once, Hannes.

the feast of St Gregory, at Terce

I was just thinking about poor Leonard. He would still be drinking with us if Oswald had watched the right flank like he was supposed to. He let the mercenaries walk right past him in the trees. A bloody disgrace.

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  Oswald

  There were twenty of them in the dark! Nobody could see a thing, least of all you!

Nota scribaeHe spoke loudly, making sure the rest of the room could hear him.

the morrow of Candlemas, at Prime

Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey today. I stopped a merchant trying to bring three carts of turnips through without paying the toll. I shouted the bastard down until he paid up. No one cheats Kuttenberg on my watch.

• 
  Tuma

  You shouted so loud my ears are still ringing.