hired hand hauling weight, of Kuttenberg
“I haul weight. I guard my own coin and do not take on others' burdens.”
Things Tuma had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the third day of Whitsun week, at None
Master Bauer paid me today. Honest coin for honest hauling. Heinz asked me again to walk to Prague to find his sister Agnes. I pointed my finger at his chest and told him I am no messenger boy.
Nota scribaeDictated near the forge. The man speaks as if every word costs him a penny.
the feast of St Pancras, at Vespers
Lamprecht the clerk walked through the market today. Joerg took one look and ran to hide in the rectory cellar like a rat. I laughed so hard I nearly dropped a crate. They say the clerk wants men for the levy.
the Wednesday after Easter, at Terce
Fritz still has not put his boots on to walk barefoot to Sedletz. Two winters ago he swore the vow to save his life from the fever. I have his wooden rosary in my pouch. I will not give it back until he walks.
There are bandits on the road, Tuma. The Lord understands a delay.
The Lord understands you are a coward, Fritz.
Nota scribaeThe man chuckled darkly while saying this.
the feast of St Gertrude, at Prime
Old Gottfried is still rotting in his bed with the gout. If the tyrant dies, one of us will have to manage the hauling at the rectory. I am the only sensible man here. The rest are fools who waste their breath complaining.
Candlemas, at Sext
The frost is biting today. I dragged three sacks to Master Bauer. I do not walk an inch past the monastery without silver in my hand first. Bread is dearer than last year, and I will not die poor working my back to ruin.
You did the work, you got the coin. Now stop complaining.
Nota scribaeHe demanded I write this quickly so he could return to his cheap ale.
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Prague is not so far, Tuma. She might be starving.
Then pay someone else to walk there. My legs work for Kuttenberg silver.