guard at Raborsch checkpoint, of Around Raborsch
“I am a king's man now, holding the gate at Raborsch. I watch the carts and try to stay warm.”
Things Richard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
The wind is terrible today, blowing right through my cloak. It is a proper garrison cloak, patched but warm enough when the wind drops. I asked Jezhek again if he knows any carters heading north. He said he had to check a wagon of timber and walked off. Surely he knows someone by now.
Nota scribaeDictated while stamping his feet to keep warm.
the first day of May, at Vespers
Alan is still going on about Martin the teamster. The man broke his toe and cannot even walk out of his house, but Alan says he still owes him an apology. I wish he would let it rest. It makes my head hurt, and Jezhek is too annoyed by it to listen to me about Agnes.
the Monday after Easter, at Terce
I saw John looking at something bright in his pouch today. I did not ask what it was. He is a wise man, and he knows what to keep quiet about. I am trying to learn from him. I just wish I knew how to hold this spear without my arm going numb.
the second week of Lent, at Sext
We had cabbage pottage again. It was mostly water. I told Jezhek I was worried about Agnes, that she might think I am dead in a ditch somewhere. He told me to eat my cabbage and stop whining. I just need one word sent to her, just one to say I am alive.
The cabbage was better than what we had yesterday. Eat it and be quiet.
Nota scribaeThe man repeated himself thrice before settling on this.
Candlemas, at Compline
I am so tired. Standing by the barrier all day is a hard thing. I dropped my spear and muttered 'Sakra' right in front of the carters. I hope Agnes never finds out, she would box my ears. The priest says the Pope wants to know everything we do. Well, mostly I stand in the mud.
At least you didn't drop it on your foot, like last week.
If I was there, I would box your ears for swearing, lad. Say a Hail Mary.
Nota scribaeHe seemed genuinely afraid of this Agnes.
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I told you, lad, I don't know any carters going to your village. Stop asking.
But you know everyone on the road! You just have to ask them, right?