Heinz

the eve of Saint Philip and Saint James, at None

That fat whoreson Tobias wants three groschen because my Bawty got into his yard and killed his laying birds. If a man is too rich to mend a rotten fence, it is his own fault his birds get eaten. I am paying nothing.

• 
  John

  You will pay him, Heinz, or the bailiff will take it from my hide. Tie up that bloody dog.

• 
  Heinz

  Let him take it from your hide. I have no silver for dead birds.

Nota scribaeThe dog was whining loudly throughout the dictation.

the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext

Simon and I sowed turnips by the treeline today. It is our strip, given by our father on his deathbed. Anna put her bloody herb pots in the dirt again, so I kicked them into the ditch where they belong.

• 
  Anna

  Those herbs were for healing. You are a spiteful brute, Heinz.

• 
  Simon

  Aye, we ploughed it deep. Let John try and stop us from keeping the yield.

Lady Day, at Prime

I saw Isabel prying up a floorboard in the corner to hide another silver penny. I will not say a word to anyone. Anything stolen from John's purse is a blessing from the Lord as far as I am concerned.

• 
  Isabel

  Mind your own business, Heinz.

Nota scribaeDictated in a whisper behind the woodpile.

the feast of Saint Gregory, at Vespers

My back is breaking, but I turned the whole lower field before noon. I am the only reason Pach does not starve. John sat on his arse near the boundary stone and just watched me work.

• 
  John

  I was overseeing the work, you fool. Someone has to make sure it is done right.

Nota scribaeHe spat into the dirt when he mentioned his brother's name.

the first Saturday of Lent, at Compline

They hanged young William this week for that botched robbery. Better him than me. Kuttenberg is going to shit with all these soldiers and vagrants. Even Menhard pawned John Goathead's war gear for fourteen groschen.

• 
  Menhard

  Keep my name out of your mouth, Heinz. Fourteen groschen is fourteen groschen.