the Wednesday before Ascension, at Vespers
Three pennies gone from the kitchen and I know which young whoreson took them. Richard says he does not know, but I smell the ale on him. John does nothing. If old Godfrey were alive he would take a stick to the lad.
Nota scribaeHe stared at Richard across the yard the entire time I wrote this.

You are a liar, old man. I was chopping logs all day.
I will count the coins myself. Both of you get back to work.