monk, of Troskowitz
“I am a humble brother doing the Lord's work, seeking to keep souls from the devil.”
Things Brother John had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
The Wednesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
I gathered twelve groschen to buy a thick padded jacket for charity. Now I see Patrik parading in it! The wretch pawned my holy gift at the tavern for cheap wine, and now another wears it. The Lord sees this mockery.
Nota scribaeThe brother glared at the tavern door the entire time he spoke.
The Tuesday after St Mark, at None
I walked past Anna Brook's dwelling and saw her lean-to porch is still broken. I have offered many prayers for a dry night, but Osbert the landlord in Prague does not hear them. A true Christian would mend it, but alas.
Your faith does not keep the rain off my bed, Brother John. I need timber.
The third day of Easter week, at Prime
Robert and Frantishek are shouting again about who ran first from the Hungarians. They squabble like children while poor Prokop lies in the earth unconfessed. I pray for his soul in the nave when it is empty, though they make it difficult to concentrate.
Keep your Latin out of it. We all know Robert broke the line.
I stood my ground! You were the one trembling in the mud, Frantishek.
Nota scribaeHe crossed himself three times before continuing.
The Monday after Laetare Sunday, at Sext
Matilda continues to demand the copper jug she gave me before St Martin's day. She claims it was a loan and invokes her late sister Vendula. But she gave it for the altar's wine! I shall keep it hidden until she repents her worldly greed.
It cost five groschen, you grasping beggar! Give it back!
When you show proper respect for the church and admit my sermons have worth, sister.
The morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
The wind bites bitterly through this habit. I spent the morning between the market and the barracks begging alms. Young Jezhek blushed so hard when a maid passed that he dropped his halberd. I tried to offer him counsel, but he ran off.
I did not drop it, my hands were completely numb from the frost!
Nota scribaeHe paused to warm his hands under his arms.
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I bought it fair from the tapster, monk. If you wanted it kept, you shouldn't have given it to a drunk.