farmhand at the estate, of Suchdol
“I look after the yard, and Sakra, I am the only one here doing an honest day's work.”
Things Adam had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
If Roger does not bring me the coin to redeem my padded jack and iron cap from the Kuttenberg merchant, I will break his bloody nose. He pawned my kit for dice, and the levy is coming. Sakra, I will not march to Hungary in my shirt!
Nota scribaeDictated in the yard. He waved his hands so violently he nearly knocked over a bucket.
the Monday after St Mark's day, at None
The steward is a week late with our wages again. Now I have to look Rosa Fisher in the eye and beg for ale on the tally. I do a proper day's work hauling firewood, and I should not have to drink on debt like a beggar.
Your tally is two groschen long already, Adam. Pay it when the steward pays you, or drink pump water.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
John is jumping at shadows again, weeping over some clerk named David who wrote his name down last year. The man went to Prague! He is not coming back for you. We have real soldiers on the roads and you fear a quill-pusher who is miles away.
David has the ledger. They will come for me when the muster is called, I know it.
Nota scribaeThe man was speaking very loudly and refused to slow down.
the Tuesday after Laetare Sunday, at Prime
I lent my new iron cap and padded jack to Roger this morning. He said he had a short journey and the roads are foul with soldiers. A man must help his neighbours, but he better bring it back without mud on the collar.
You will never see that gear again. I saw him looking at the dice tables near the alehouse.
Candlemas, at Vespers
I have spent my hard-saved groschen on a proper padded jack and a good iron cap. If they call a third levy for the wars, I will not be standing there with just a pitchfork. I am the only one in this yard with any sense.
My brother Martin has a fine sword in Prague. He will send for me soon, and I will not need a rusty cap.
Martin is rotting in a ditch by now. Leave off moaning.
Nota scribaeHe smelled strongly of horse manure and damp wool.
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I had a run of bad luck with the dice, Adam. Give me a few days to find the groschen.
I gave you since before Easter. Get my gear.