hired hand at the holding, of Pritoky
“I keep my head down and do the heavy hauling. I save my coin for my own reasons.”
Things William had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
Master John paid my wages. Every groschen goes into the pouch. If the nuns in Kuttenberg lose patience with Katchka before I have the full sum, I do not know what I will do. I just need a little more time and a few more coins.
Nota scribaeHe spoke quietly and kept looking toward the barn.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Master John and the elders are screaming about that far strip of land again. Emma and Roger have been at it since Otto died. A waste of breath. I carried the water buckets for Christine so she would not drop them in the mud.
the Wednesday after Saint Gregory, at Prime
Bread is dearer than last year, and they say soldiers are on the roads. I eat my pottage on the bench in the yard. I stay out of Else's way when the master is shouting. Let the grand folk worry about the king.
If you have time to mutter to the clerk, you have time to muck the stable.
Nota scribaeDictated while splitting a massive oak log.
the feast of Saint Matthias, at Sext
Juliana is threatening to leave again over her unpaid wage. I told her to demand it from John and leave me out of it. I will not lend her a single copper. I need every piece I have for my own burdens.
the day after Candlemas, at Terce
My back aches from the frost, but I hauled eight heavy buckets before dawn. No man here can carry what I carry. But the pile of coin in my belt grows too slowly. It is a heavy weight, but it is righteous work.
You boast like a boy, William. Just fetch the wood.
Nota scribaeThe man refused to unclench his jaw while speaking.
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I wish I could say the same. Three weeks and not a penny for me.