tailor of Miskowitz, of Miskowitz
“I mend cloaks and stitch doublets when there is coin for it. I do fine on my own and need no charity.”
Things Roger Fisher had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of the Ascension, at Vespers
I asked Margery again if she knows any merchant heading north to Prague. My mother must think the winter fever took me. I have no letters to send, only my word that I still draw breath. Margery says she will ask around, but I see her husband glaring from the bakery.
Nota scribaeHe picked at his sleeve the entire time he spoke.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Not a single new garment made since Vitek marched south with the soldiers. I am stretching my last pennies for firewood. If anyone has a torn cloak, bring it to my door. I will not sit out in the market square to be mocked.
My shawl is torn, but I have no copper. The wind blows right through my shed.
the Tuesday before Palm Sunday, at Sext
I saw that beast Terri snapping at a rat near the flour sacks today. It was the dog that pulled the awning down last autumn, not my knots. Any fool can see the hound is a menace, but some men would rather blame their betters than their beasts.
My dog is a ratter. Your knots were tied by a blind man. Twenty loaves ruined in the mud!
I will not yield a single penny to your stubborn vanity.
Nota scribaeDictated through a barred door.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at None
I watched Edmund hauling wood today. His back is bent like a sickle since he was broken in old Peter's service. Peter was a fair master, God rest his soul, but the work is hard. I am glad my trade only ruins my fingers with needle pricks.
Master Peter was a good man. The flour was heavy, but he always gave me a fair measure of ale.
Candlemas, at Compline
The wind is bitter tonight. I ate my stale crusts by a small fire and barred the door. It is quiet working from the house, better for the stitching. I do not miss the tavern, nor the company of men who demand silver for their own clumsiness.
Nota scribaeHe sighed heavily before every sentence.
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I will ask the carters, Roger, but you must stop cornering me by the well. Walter sees.
Pay me the fifty groschen for my ruined bread and I will carry the word to Prague myself.