hired hand at the inn, of Miskowitz
“I haul water and pitch dung, and I keep my pennies and my thoughts entirely to myself.”
Things Geoffrey had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at Terce
Word at the taproom is that old Maresh is talking to townsmen in Kuttenberg. If he sells that garden plot before I have the groschen saved, my back will break hauling water until the day I die. I just need a little more time.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his hands on his tunic the whole time he spoke.
the feast of St Pancras, at Vespers
The Hungarians drank the cellar near dry again. Now grain is dearer than last year, and it takes twice the sweeping just to earn a crust of bread. The Lord only knows how a hired hand is meant to put anything aside with soldiers on the roads.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
My arms feel like lead this morning. Lugging water for the master all day, and then lifting heavy carcasses all night in the dark. A few pennies more for the pouch, but I am too weary to stand straight.
Keep your voice down about the night work, lad, or you will see no more pennies from me.
My mouth is shut, Master David. It is only the book.
the Thursday before Easter, at None
Saw Hugh and Master David shouting in the mud over a broken-legged calf. David took the boy's late mother's bone rosary for the debt. It is none of my business, but they both act like stubborn mules. Better to keep my head down and just sweep.
It was an accident in the ditch, Geoffrey! That rosary belongs to my mother Agnes.
A ruined veal is a ruined veal. I am owed my due.
Nota scribaeHe asked if I would charge him a penny for writing this down. I said no.
the Friday after Ash Wednesday, at Compline
Master David's lad Ulrich ran off to Kuttenberg. Good for him. Now there is no one to heave the meat for the butcher, with his bad back and crushed hand. He offered me a few pennies to come over after my shift at the inn.
You can have the heavy lifting, Geoffrey. My back is saved from that miserable shed.
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Keep your mind on my stables, lad, not on land you cannot afford.
A man must eat, Geoffrey. The townsmen have silver ready in their hands.