the third day of May, at None
The shop is shut for the day. I have put on my boots and am walking to Sedletz. The road is dusty, but it must be done.
Nota scribaeHe was wearing boots when he said this, but asked that I write he was barefoot.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 185r
John
junk merchant of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I mind the storefront here at Zidovska twenty-four, buying the bent and selling the straight. It is a quiet life, if you do not mind the dust.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things John had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the feast of St Mark, at Sext
A soldier came in today with a pile of bent nails. I bought them for a halfpenny. I suspect he pulled them from a burned barn, but I do not ask where the scrap comes from.
Nota scribaeHe spoke quietly, his hands tucked into his belt the whole time.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Vespers
Elizabeth has not stopped complaining about Adleta and that bone comb since Sunday mass. It is enough to drive a man to drink, if I drank.
ElizabethShe insulted me in front of the whole parish! And it was a good comb.
the second week of Lent, at Prime
I woke in a sweat again last night. I keep thinking of the plague and the promise I made to the Virgin. The walk to Sedletz is long, and who will mind the shop?
AnnaI will mind the shop. Go and pay your debt to heaven before it collects.
Nota scribaeHe seemed genuinely afraid.
Candlemas, at Terce
The other John is convinced I am slipping groschen to Wenceslas the clerk. I wish I had the silver to bribe anyone, let alone the bailiff's man. He just fears the levy.
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And about time too. Geoffrey never shirked his vows, God rest him.