the Tuesday after Philip and James, at Vespers
The spring trade is finally moving again. A man might find a Kuttenberg silversmith willing to buy odd pieces soon. Some folk just need to learn patience before they get us both flogged by the bailiff.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 305r
John
guard at Raborsch checkpoint, of Around Raborsch
“I stand in the mud, watch carts, and try to keep the young lads from getting themselves killed.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things John had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the second day of Easter week, at None
The quartermasters are thieves. Another week, another empty hand where the king's wages should be. If the silver miners didn't toss a copper penny now and then, we would be eating tree bark and mud.
AlanI'd trade my wages right now for a public apology from that whoreson Martin.
Nota scribaeDictated at the guardhouse. He punctuated the complaint by turning his head and spitting on the dirt floor.
the Wednesday before Palm Sunday, at Terce
Alan is a fool. He wants Martin the teamster to come out and grovel over a spilled ale. The man has a broken toe and hasn't left his house in a month. Let it go, lad, before I box your ears.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Prime
I gave Richard the easy shift by the trees so I wouldn't have to hear about his sister Agnes for three hours. The boy is soft as a fresh loaf. He belongs behind a plow, not holding a spear.
RichardI just want to know if she has heard from our uncle. It's not a crime to care about your blood.
Nota scribaeThe boy Richard asked me to write a letter to his sister first, but this man told him to shut his mouth.
the day after Candlemas, at Compline
Me and Jezhek stopped a passing merchant on the road lacking the proper papers. We levied a heavy fine, a silver piece, to make up for the crown's neglect. It sits safe in my pouch for now.
JezhekAnd there it sits, doing no one any good. We should have split the worth of it right there in the snow.
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Spring is here, John. I want my half of the harvest before it rots in your pouch.
Keep your voice down unless you want to spend the summer in the stocks.