hired hand at the Rathaus, of Miskowitz
“I run messages for the bailiff to keep off my feet. A man gets what he takes, kurva.”
Things Robert had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of St Pancras, at None
Adleta's ale is half water again, kurva. She takes half my wages in pledges before the bailiff even hands me the groschen. But she is the only one pouring, so I sit and drink it.
Nota scribaeDictated at the cellar. He spat onto the floor before speaking.
the Friday after Easter, at Vespers
Some men find shiny things in the mud of a merchant's wagon and forget who saw them pick it up. I am still waiting for my share of the silver, Ralph. Half the coin, or the Captain hears of it.
Shut your mouth, kurva. There was no such thing and you know it. Stop leaning on walls and do some work.
the fourth week of Lent, at Prime
Two groschen. Bailiff Crux docked us two groschen a man because that coward Bynyek ran off in the night. And all because Hynek couldn't stop flapping his lips about Hungarian cutthroats in the dark. Bloody hell.
I only told him the truth! The king's enemies are everywhere, Robert.
Bynyek was his own master. He walked on his own two feet, ghost stories or no.
Nota scribaeHe spent a long time calculating two groschen on his fingers.
the third week of Lent, at Terce
Poor Denis is dead. The lung fever took him after standing in that flooded ditch at Suchdol. He was a quiet lad. Up in heaven there'll be no rain and no captains ordering him into the mud.
A fine boy. Captain Fisher killed him as sure as if he used a sword.
Watch your tongue, Zdenyek. We had orders to guard Christopher's wagons.
the second week of Lent, at Compline
Shivering in a flooded ditch to guard a fat Kuttenberg merchant's stuck wagons. Three days of this misery. The mud is up to my knees. Kurva, if I wanted to be wet and miserable I'd be a washerwoman.
Keep your halberd up and stop complaining, Robert. We are all cold.
At least Christopher is gone to Prague. Good riddance to the man.
Nota scribaeThe man was covered in mud and coughing heavily while speaking.
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She wouldn't water it if you paid your debts on time, lad.
I pay what I owe, Julian. When the coin finds my pocket.