Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 120v
Portrait of Captain Nicholas Fisher

Captain Nicholas Fisher

captain of the guard, of Miskowitz

“I keep the peace here and make sure these lazy dogs earn their groschen. It takes a firm hand.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Captain Nicholas Fisher had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers

Otto pawned Thomas's padded coif to Adleta for three pitchers of ale, and now Thomas is threatening to break his jaw. I am the Captain, I will not spend my time settling ale-debts. Let them fight it out in the dirt.

  • Thomas
    Thomas

    It was my best coif, kurva! Tell him to get it back from the strongbox.

  • Otto
    Otto

    I was thirsty, Thomas. The Lord forgives.

Nota scribaeHe gripped his belt the entire time he spoke. I feared he would pull his sword on a stray dog.

the third day of Easter week, at Prime

Julian needs to mind his own business and stop asking questions about what was brought back from the Suchdol mud. A merchant's cargo is the merchant's worry. Leonard and I have an arrangement, and it is no concern of anyone else in the company.

  • Julian
    Julian

    I only asked why Leonard is sleeping on such a soft pile of hay lately.

  • Leonard
    Leonard

    Keep your voice down, Captain. We will settle it by Sunday.

the fourth week of Lent, at None

Denis is dead of a lung fever. God rest his soul. A guard stands his watch no matter the weather, rain or no rain. That is the law. I will not have men calling me a murderer for doing my duty by the bailiff.

  • Zdenyek
    Zdenyek

    You left him in the freezing downpour out of pride. You killed that boy.

  • Nicholas
    Nicholas

    Hold your tongue, old man. Saint Wenceslas knows I followed orders.

Nota scribaeDictated loudly in the yard. He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself.

the second week of Lent, at Terce

The bailiff fined the whole company two groschen a man because that whoreson Bynyek ran off to Prague in the dark. Now the older men stare at me like it is my fault. I did not tell Bynyek to desert. If I catch him, I will hang him myself.

  • John
    John

    He was his own master. He could walk if he pleased.

  • Julian
    Julian

    My purse is empty because you could not keep your men by the fire, Captain.

the first week of Lent, at Sext

We march for Suchdol tomorrow. The bailiff ordered us to protect a Kuttenberg merchant named Christopher whose wagons are stuck in the mud. Let the Hungarian stragglers come. We will see them off. A firm hand and good discipline is all it takes to see it done.

  • Ralph
    Ralph

    Let us hope the merchant has something worth guarding in those wagons.

Nota scribaeHe stood entirely rigid and squared his shoulders while speaking. A very young man.

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