watchman at Lorec, of Lorec
“I keep the hungry bastards and poachers away from the bailiff's vines. Real soldiering, not grubbing in the dirt like these boys.”
Things Geoffrey had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Adam is whining about his mother Magdalena again while tying shoots. Christ almighty, the boy weeps more than a widow at a hanging. If he had seen half the blood I saw with the army, he would know what real worry is.
the second day of May, at Prime
These Kuttenberg mornings settle right into a man's bones. Walked the southern slope and caught sight of some ragged refugees on the road. I rested my hand on my pommel and they kept moving. I could do the bailiff's job blindfolded, truly.
Nota scribaeHe demonstrated this by tapping his sword loudly until I asked him to stop.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Someone has been poking around my bedroll. I know it was you, Roger. You keep trying to give me orders, but we both know what happened in the woods. You won't get a single groschen out of me. Earn your own silver.
the Monday after Saint Gregory, at Sext
Ralph will not come to the tavern anymore because of some squabble, so I am eating my pottage by the main press. At least I do not have to listen to Nicholas shouting over a lost knife. Better to drink alone than with farmers.
I am not sitting in that alehouse until things are settled. Bring a jug to the shed later.
Nota scribaeDictated very loudly between mouthfuls of pottage.
Candlemas, at Compline
Lit a candle for Lambert today. Poor bastard took a blade in the gut on Saint Martin's day while some others broke and ran. The mud was bloody awful. Up in heaven there are no cowards to watch your back.
Lambert was a good man. Pity the boy Simon did not catch the blade instead.
Nota scribaeHe stared hard at the oldest watchman across the fire while saying this.
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The war is moving closer to her village. You have no heart, Geoffrey.