senior apprentice at the forge, of Kuttenberg
“I am the senior apprentice here, doing the fine work, and a man must save what he earns for his own blood.”
Things Veit had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
The heat from the forge is fierce today, but I will not spend a single groschen on ale. A man must look to his family first, even if others call him a miser.
Nota scribaeHe tapped his soot-stained fingers on his belt the entire time he spoke.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Another letter from Prague. Enneleyn still needs the silver. That fool Erhard rotting in the debtor's prison should be a warning to us all. Debt is a terrible curse.
Mind your hammer, Veit, and leave the landlord's troubles to the landlord.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
That whoreson Kunz has kept my good tin pitcher! I lent it in charity to catch the drips over his flea-bitten pallet, and now he demands an apology to return it. It cost three groschen!
You swore on the cross to haul thatch, you greedy liar. You will get it back when the roof is fixed.
Nota scribaeDictated loudly in the yard. I asked him not to swear.
Saint Matthew's day, at Vespers
Some say a promise is a promise, but when a caravan needs horses shoed and offers good silver, a man cannot turn it away. There will be other days to mend a roof.
Christ almighty, Veit. We are sleeping in the wet while you count pennies by the oven.
Saint Blaise's day, at Prime
Lent my prized pitcher to the guard today. The outbuilding roof leaks like a sieve, but the master says it is Erhard's burden to fix it. Poor Dietrich at least had a dry summer before the flux took him.
Dietrich was a good man, but he left the pallet crawling with fleas.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted twice by the master calling for coal.
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If you drank ale like a Christian, my stomach wouldn't ache from the cheap swill you leave me.