foot-soldier at Malesov, of Malesov
“I stand watch, I keep my spear oiled, and I wait for my pay. I am not here to make friends with fools.”
Things Robert had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Hugh has called a full muster for Saint John's Day. If Andrew does not put my leather boots back in my hands by then, I will break his nose. I know they are not drying by the kitchen fire. Pay me what you owe, you whoreson.
Nota scribaeHe spat sharply on the floor after he said this.
the second Tuesday in May, at Prime
Adam is weeping again about his sick mother Christine in Pschitoky. He begged me to take a message. I told him no. I stand my watch. Richard is the only one with any sense here. He keeps his mouth shut, stays out of the alehouse, and saves his groschen.
the third day of Easter week, at None
John paces the yard sweating like a stuck pig, and William walks around proud as a lord. They took something from the baggage train in the autumn. I do not care what it is, so long as Hugh does not look in my pack when the time comes.
You see shadows where there are none, you miserable dog.
Nota scribaeDictated at the lower gate while he checked a cart.
the Wednesday after Saint Gregory, at Sext
Tuma is still whining over Matthew. The man has been dead since November. He got caught stealing a farmer's chickens and met a flail. That is what happens. A foot-soldier should not cry like a widow. I brushed my tabard and oiled my blade instead of listening.
You have a stone in your chest. Matthew shared my blanket for three winters.
Candlemas, at Prime
It rained all night. I lent my best leather riding boots to Andrew for his watch. They cost me forty groschen last winter. He says they are drying, but my feet are freezing in my old shoes. Christ almighty, no good comes of helping a fool.
I will bring them back when the mud is off them. Do not fret.
Nota scribaeThe man was checking the edge of a dagger the whole time.
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They are drying, I swear it! The leather was soaked through in the rain.
They are in Avice's cellar in Kuttenberg. Have the coin ready when we are paid.