guard at the inner gate, of Pritoky
“I stand watch at the fortress gate and make sure I get what is mine. I marched against the Hungarians, and I expect to be paid for my sweat.”
Things Andrew had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
The eve of St Philip and St James, at Vespers
Maurice, if you want that sturdy tin pitcher back, you had best stand in the yard and say aloud 'I owe you for the tunic I ruined, and the pitcher is a fair pledge'. Until I hear those words, it stays mine.
Nota scribaeDictated loudly in the yard. The man spat on the ground twice while speaking.
The second day of Easter week, at None
Bailiff Joseph has us on salted cabbage and watered ale again, lining his own pockets with the coin meant for our provisions. I saw young Standa saving his wages today. What good is a full purse when a Hungarian arrow finds you in the dark, lad?
Better a full purse in the earth than an empty one at the alehouse, Andrew.
The Tuesday before Palm Sunday, at Prime
Some men in this garrison act like lords when they sit on things that belong to others. We marched in the mud last summer, we cleared that burned village together. A man ought to get his rightful share before he loses his patience entirely.
Keep your voice down, you stubborn mule. Do you want Captain Bright to hear you and have us both whipped?
Nota scribaeHe kept looking over his shoulder toward the captain's quarters, lowering his voice at the end.
The feast of St Gregory, at Sext
Standing watch on this cold stone is ruining my boots. To make it worse, Baldwin spent half the night weeping over his mother Drahomira again. Christ almighty, we are guards, not wet nurses. Let the old woman look to her own farm.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
People think I am stubborn. I am just a man who collects what he is owed. When a man ruins my gear in the mud, I take a pledge. It is the righteous collection of a debt, nothing more. A man must look out for himself in this garrison.
You look out for yourself well enough. Better than some did for Lawrence in the woods.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted by a dispute over a copper penny.
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You stole it, you whoreson! And where is my padded coif? I have not seen it in weeks.
What coif? I know nothing of any coif. The pitcher is pledge enough for my tunic.