saddler, of Kuttenberg
“I am a saddler who cuts a cleaner line than any man, yet I see none of the coin I earn.”
Things John Fair had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
Heard Thomas Cooper told my brother where to stick his guild rules today. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing aloud at the bench. A man who won't bend the knee is a man I can respect, even if he's chasing that tanner's widow.
the Thursday after Easter, at None
Watched Anna pulling roots from the far strip by the wall again. It is my rightful inheritance, but she digs in the mud like she owns the soil. Father promised me my fair share before the ague took him, yet here I sit with nothing.
You eat the cabbages I grow, John. Try chewing on your rightful dirt instead.
Nota scribaeDictated in the yard. He rubbed his chin the entire time.
the Tuesday before Palm Sunday, at Terce
My thumbs are rubbed raw from pressing the bone folder against these stiff seams. Half the heavy harness leather in Kuttenberg passes through my hands, and for what? Just to watch Heinz play the lord of the guild and fill his own purse.
We must be thankful for the work the Lord provides, Uncle.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
Coughing in the night reminded me of how old Joseph died three winters ago. He should have written his will down for the bailiff instead of gasping it out. Now I am a glorified hired hand under my own family's roof. Heaven spare me from brothers.
Father left the headship to me. You would do well to accept it.
Nota scribaeThe man spoke in a low mumble over his awl.
Candlemas, at Sext
The bread is dearer than last year, and they say the King's brother has more soldiers on the roads. It makes no difference to me. Cumans or guild masters, someone is always looking to rob a man of his rightful coin.
Aye, the toll on the road to Kolin is a bleeding robbery now.
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You would do well to keep your eyes on the leather and off guild matters.
Your brother is an arrogant whoreson.