Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 135r
Portrait of Vashek

Vashek

guard at the fortress, of Pritoky

“I am just trying to earn my keep and not get my head cracked open. I survived the Hungarian arrows last summer, which is more than some men.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Vashek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers

My arms ache from holding this halberd all day. Baldwin was crying again over his mother Drahomira up north. I wish he would toughen up so Andrew and Maresh would stop looking at us like we are stray sheep.

  • Andrew
    Andrew

    If you two spent more time sharpening your blades and less time weeping, we would not have to look at you at all.

  • Baldwin
    Baldwin

    I was only wondering if the harvest will be good for her up there.

the first Wednesday of May, at Sext

A man ought to get his fair share when he finds something on the road. Even if he did not do the heavy lifting, he still kept watch. I need those groschen, but a certain fellow is pretending he cannot hear me.

  • Benesh
    Benesh

    A man gets what he earns with his own sweat. Keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you.

Nota scribaeThe boy muttered this to the floor and shifted his feet the entire time.

the third day of Easter week, at Prime

Zdenyek looked at me with murder in his eyes across the yard this morning. I did not run in the woods. The line broke and there were arrows everywhere. Vitek was a good man but I could not save him.

  • Zdenyek
    Zdenyek

    You fled like a frightened hare in the mud and left him to die. Vitek was twice the man you will ever be.

  • Vashek
    Vashek

    I held my ground until the Hungarians were right on us, God is my witness.

the second Tuesday of Lent, at None

We are eating salted cabbage and old pease pudding again. It is better than starving, but my stomach rumbles all through the afternoon watch. At least Captain Ernest Bright does not make us drill until we drop today.

Nota scribaeDictated near the kitchen tent. He asked me if I had any bread to spare.

Candlemas, at Terce

They are lighting the candles at the church but I am just glad to be standing here on two legs. Last summer with the Hungarian stragglers nearly did for me. I am alive, and that is what matters most.

  • Maresh
    Maresh

    Aye, you survived because you hid behind a tree while the rest of us fought.

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