ore sorter at the tables, of Kuttenberg
“I try to keep my head down and do my work, but the men in the dormitory make it difficult.”
Things Eberhard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Payday is almost upon us and I am in a terrible bind. Some drunkard kicked my wooden chest in the night and shattered the side. I desperately need a bag of nails to mend it so my groschen will be safe, but Baldwin has me on a double shift and I cannot go to the market.
Nota scribaeThe young man fidgeted with his sleeves the entire time he spoke.
the feast of St Pancras, at Sext
I paid good silver for that piece of war gear, and now I hear it was pawned to clear a debt at the tavern. I do not want to make a fuss, but it is not right. A man should honor his bargains, especially when the silver was already handed over.
Do you mean me, boy? Come say it to my face instead of whispering to the clerk.
Leave the lad alone, Nicholas, or I will box your ears myself.
the third day of Easter week, at Compline
The rain has not stopped since Prime and my pallet is soaked through. Lamprecht has been drinking again and talking about his late Hedvika. May God rest her soul, but I wish he would mourn her a little more quietly so a man could sleep.
She kept us all in line, Eberhard. You young ones do not know what we lost.
the feast of St Benedict, at None
My hands are nothing but raw blisters from the sharp stones. Baldwin keeps shaving our piece-rates, and if I eat one more bowl of this thin pottage I think I will be sick. I spend all my spare moments mending my tunic, but the dust ruins everything.
Be glad you are not down in the dark with the rest of us.
Nota scribaeDictated while picking stones from a pile. He spoke very softly.
the Tuesday after Candlemas, at Prime
I do not understand why the older men must squabble over every little thing. Otto has kept Franz's eating knife, and Hugh is hoarding tools. I only want to do my work and save my pennies for a proper trade, without being dragged into their bitter disputes.
Franz owed me for a spilled beer, and the knife settles it.
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I can fetch your nails if you give me the coin first, Eberhard.
I would sooner trust a wolf with a lamb, Tobias. Just look at Lambert's tool.