hauler at the silver mines, of Kuttenberg
“I haul ore up from the lower adit. Honestly, I pull my weight despite the slick paths.”
Things Benesh had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St John before the Latin Gate, at Vespers
Honestly, the timbers in the lower adit were groaning like a dying man today. I dragged baskets up the steepest slick rock until my lungs were full of dust. Baldwin docked our tally anyway. I just need a dry seam for once, sakra.
Nota scribaeHe spoke very fast and rubbed the back of his neck continually.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Franz is whining again about the eating knife Otto took. Honestly, it's pathetic. The man sheds tears over a bit of iron while some of us are out here working our fingers to the bone. At least Hugh knows how to hold onto what he needs.
It was a good knife, you whoreson! Not all of us steal from our betters.
Honestly Franz, I don't know what you mean. The masters take half our coin anyway.
the fourth Sunday in Lent, at Prime
I still have that heavy pick Reginald lent me. Honestly, I just need it to finish this one bastard of a seam. It's a superior tool and my old one is ruined. I'll give it back before Sunday, I swear it.
You said that at Candlemas, you little shit. Give it back or I'll break your jaw.
I was going to, Reginald, honestly! But Baldwin put me on the worst path again.
Nota scribaeThe dictating was hurried. He rubbed the back of his neck as he said the last part.
the Monday after St Matthias, at Compline
Lamprecht is drinking the cheap beer again and starting in about his late wife. I'm keeping my mouth shut. You don't cross him when he's like this. I sometimes wish I'd walked away to take the King's coin in fourteen-two like Mikesh did.
Candlemas, at Terce
I asked Reginald the Hog for his heavy pick today. Honestly, the rock face down here is too much for my old tools. He handed it over in good faith. I'll return it as soon as the shift is done.
See that you do. I need it for the morning shift.
Nota scribaeHe kept looking over his shoulder toward the counting house while he spoke.
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Aye, Baldwin shaves the piece-rate no matter how hard we haul.
Keep your head down, lad, and don't look at the ceiling.