hired hand and leatherworker, of Pritoky
“I keep my head down in the tack room and mind the master's leather. It is best to stay out of trouble, heh.”
Things Walter had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second day of May, at Vespers
My tunic is stiff with horse sweat. Since Svatava fled to her sister in Sedletz before Lent to escape the soldiers, I have had to scrub my own clothes in the trough. I am no good at it, heh.
Nota scribaeHe spoke quietly, constantly checking over his shoulder.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Terce
I put such a shine on the master's saddle this morning that you could see the sun in it. No man in Bohemia works neat's-foot oil better than I do. If only I could stay in the tack room forever.
You can hide in the tack room all you want, but I will find you for what you owe in the yard.
the fourth day of April, at Sext
If a man owes another man his lawful winnings from the dice, he ought to pay it. Robert claims he is penniless, but I know he is holding out. I need those groschen, heh, or I am ruined.
the eve of St Gregory, at Compline
A cursed night. We threw bone dice by a tallow candle, and I should never have played. I lost heavily to Ralph, kurva. I won enough from Robert to cover it, but the scoundrel will not pay me what I am owed.
I miss old Godfrey. He would have laughed us out of this miserable trap.
Nota scribaeDictated in a rush of nervous breath, shifting from foot to foot.
Candlemas, at None
I crept to the kitchens for a bowl of thin stew and brought it back to the stables to eat in peace. The old lord upstairs has a terrible temper, and I fear him more than the Hungarian soldiers on the roads. It is best to stay quiet, heh.
There is a fresh pot of stew if you have a penny for it, Walter.
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You smell worse than the horses, Walter.