miner at the North houses, of Kuttenberg
“I draw more rock in a day than any two men combined, and expect my due.”
Things Kunz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of the Ascension, at None
The crown delayed the silver again. How am I to pay Julian his extortionate rates when Maresh holds back our starvation wages? Katchka says she will throw me out in the freezing mud. It is not my fault!
Nota scribaeDictated loudly. He spat on the ground and shouted the last part.
the second day of Easter week, at Vespers
Poor Geoffrey took a bad fall and is coughing up blood. I cannot even look at the man. I meant to get his war gear back from Julian, but without wages I am trapped. I only needed to cover my lodging arrears.
You pawned another man's kit to pay for your ale-wife's cellar? Christ.
the third Sunday of Lent, at Terce
Walter complains too much about his stomach. If the lads in this crew pulled their carts instead of whining about the rotting timber, we would all have our tally. I do the work of two men down there.
It is the sour ale, Kunz. It rots the guts.
the Monday after Saint Valentine, at Sext
If a man drinks himself blind on Saint Blase's day and misses his shift, and another man sweats in the dark so Maresh does not strike him from the tally, that sweat must be paid for.
I was sick, you whoreson. And that does not make my spade yours.
Nota scribaeHe refused to look me in the eye when speaking of the debt.
the day after Candlemas, at Prime
Roger lent me a decent spade. I reckon it is fair payment for certain favours I have done him lately. I will not hand it back until he admits his debt in front of the others.
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Maybe you should pawn your boots next, Kunz.
Shut your mouth, lad, before I shut it for you.