hired hand at the farm, of Suchdol
“I am a hired hand at Master William's farm, just trying to earn my keep and watch out for the younger ones.”
Things Roger had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of St John of Nepomuk, at Vespers
Christ's wounds, the spring ploughing is heavy. If any passing soul could pick me a handful of nettles by the village ditches, I would be in your debt. I need them to steep in vinegar for a poultice, but I cannot leave the yard while that merchant Julian is watching the fence.
Nota scribaeHe scratched his beard throughout and smelled strongly of wet dog.
the second day after St George, at None
Julian is threatening to fetch the bailiff over a few scrawny fowl. Bloody hell, Butcher is just a farm ratter, he does not know any better! I am scraping together every penny I have to pay the miserable bastard off before he kills my dog.
Pay for the birds by Sunday or the beast hangs. I keep my word.
Keep that mutt tied up or I will drown him myself, Roger.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
We should be celebrating the risen Lord, but I have to look at John's sour face. He still has Matilda's prized copper jug over a miserable ten groschen. A man who lets coin ruin a friendship is a fool, God rest poor Rosa's soul.
A debt is a debt. Rosa knew the value of a groschen, even if you lot do not.
Let him keep it. The jug will not keep him warm when the winter comes.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted when the man had to shout at a stray pig.
the Friday before Palm Sunday, at Terce
The roads are thick with soldiers and the master is shouting for twice the work. I took the heaviest grain sacks today. A lad should not have to carry such a burden when his bones are aching. We had hard bread and thin ale for our trouble.
Less talking, more hauling. The levies took our men, so you make up the difference.
May the Holy Virgin bless you for taking the heavy loads, Roger.
Candlemas, at Prime
Found Butcher digging under the palisade again before the sun was even up. Christ's wounds, this dog will be the death of me. Gave him a scratch behind the ears anyway. A man needs something to be glad of before he breaks his back in the frost.
He is a good boy, Roger. He kept my feet warm in the straw last night.
Nota scribaeHe spoke kindly to the dog but glared at me.
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I can look by the ditch tomorrow if the master is not watching.
You do not need to trouble yourself for me, Roger.