catchpole and hired retainer, of Old Kutna
“I am a strong man doing honest work for a master who has forgotten how to pay.”
Things Havel had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
Stislav sent word again about that position across the parish. The silver is real. Meanwhile I broke up a fight in the market today on an empty belly. A man is a fool to keep an oath to a bare strongbox.
Nota scribaeDictated while crossing his arms. He asked if the ink was made of mud.
the feast of Saint Pancras, at None
Caught Milena near the yard again today smelling of stale ale. I told her if any of my gear ends up at Lambert's hatch, I will drag her to the pillory myself. Saint George give me patience.
I was only looking for a lost penny in the mud, you great ox.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
They say the King's brother is marching more Hungarians down the road. Poor Geldstück died of the flux this week. At least he will not have to watch them take his last chicken. We had thin pottage for Easter.
Nota scribaeHe sighed heavily before stating the last sentence.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Sext
Juliana scurries around the yard next door. I pity the girl, her village burned to ash, but I have my own troubles. Master Andrew treated me like an unlettered boy again today in front of the carters.
I try to stay out of your way, Master Havel. It is just so loud here.
Candlemas, at Compline
Two winters since I swore my bond to Andrew. It was a good place then. Now the requisitions have taken the silver and my belly rumbles through the night. The priest says God watches our trials. I hope He brings bread.
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You swore a bond before God, Havel. The times are hard for everyone, not just you.
Times are hard because the Cumans took the grain, not my wits. I need my wages.