guard of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I walk the market square and keep the bloody peace. Mostly I just try to keep my boots dry and my throat wet.”
Things Heinz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of St Urban, at Vespers
Nicholas Bell is whining about his bloody roof again like a soft bit of dough. I stand in the bloody rain all day in boots that pinch my toes to raw meat, and you don't hear me weeping to the heavens.
Nota scribaeHe spat into the gutter before and after dictating this.
the second day of Rogation, at None
Does anyone know a man with a heavy purse and a blind eye? The bailiff's got his bloody levy list and I've no desire to see the end of a Hungarian lance. I'm a town guard, not a bloody soldier. I need a man of influence to cross me off.
Keep your voice down about bribes, Heinz, or you'll be on the first wagon out to the camps.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
Lousy Anna glared at me so hard by the church porch I had to spit over my shoulder three bloody times. Isabel wanted the beggars cleared from the tavern doors, so I shooed them gently. I don't need any bloody curses on my head.
Gently? They were back sniffing the roasting meat before you'd even turned around, Heinz. Do your bloody job.
The Lord sees who shares their bread and who drives the hungry away.
Nota scribaeThe guard was shifting his weight from foot to foot as if his boots pained him.
Mid-Lent Sunday, at Prime
John the baker makes the best bloody rye bread in the city. I saw him struggling with the heavy flour sacks today. He's a fixture of this bloody street, and I won't hear a word against him, bad hand or no.
Bless you, Heinz. The hand aches when the damp sets in, but the dough still rises.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
The bailiff drew up his new levy list today. My bloody name is sitting right there in the ledger. The Hungarians are marching around the country burning whatever they please, and now they want me to go out there? I need a bloody drink.
Come sit down, Heinz. The first ale is on me tonight.
Nota scribaeDictated at the Tavern Svatych. He smelled heavily of stale ale.
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It's Walter who ought to fix it. My goods are getting ruined, Heinz. You'd weep too if you had anything worth keeping dry.
Leave him be, Heinz. We all have our troubles.