hired hand at smazana parcela, of Pritoky
“I give my sweat to this ground, but sweat fills no belly. Just a man wanting his due.”
Things Eberhard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
Half the master's pewter is gone to the ale-wife in Kuttenberg just so we can boil oats. Margery still will not write me my letter of character. Saint Lawrence preserve me, I will starve here before the harvest if I cannot find a paying master.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his rough jaw for a long time before speaking, and asked the price of bread in town.
the Thursday after St John before the Latin Gate, at None
Another vagrant sniffing round the fences today. I chased him off into the woods. A man needs meat to fight off thieves, but we only have cabbage. Forty-two groschen I am owed now. A loyal dog gets fed better than a hired hand under this roof.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Master Osbert swore he would be back from Prague by Lent. Then by Easter. The bells have rung, the feast is eaten by others, and the road from the city is completely empty. He has left us to rot.
Bite your tongue! He is an honest man held up by the war and the soldiers. He will bring silver when he comes.
Nota scribaeDictated while staring down the road.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Sext
The wind is bitter in the loft. I pulled old Johanka's patched cloak tight around me last night. She was a hard woman, God rest her soul, but she knew how to keep a ledger. When she was alive, a man saw his wage on time.
Candlemas, at Terce
The master departed for Prague to settle his brother's will. He left us with the girl running the cashbox. It is the first time in six years my hand is empty on payday. Not a single groschen to show for my sweat.
Nota scribaeThe man seemed tired and smelled of horse dung, though he said there are no horses.
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If I let you walk away, who will keep the vagrants off us? The master will come and settle it all, you will see.
The master is either dead in a ditch or a coward who abandoned us. Write the letter.