farmhand at Dum number five, of Suchdol
“I do the work of two grown men and have not seen a single groschen in pay since before Easter.”
Things Jezhek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Mistress Anna slipped me the heel of a loaf again today when the master was not looking. She looks drawn and exhausted, keeping this wretched place from collapsing while Jan drives us all into the dirt. God bless her, it is the only mercy I see.
Nota scribaeDictated while the boy crossed his arms tightly across his chest, shivering.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Master Jan told me to sleep under a cart if I do not like the grain shed. He will not spare a scrap of timber or straw to mend the hole in the roof. Now that mangy dog Kudla has stolen the only dry spot in my straw.
the Thursday after Laetare Sunday, at Sext
I told Thomas we should leave Dum number five and take our chances on the road. The master has not paid us. But the lad is too frightened of that grasping clerk Peshek coming after him for unpaid parish dues.
Peshek has the records, Jezhek. He will find me. I cannot run, and neither can you.
the feast of St Gregory, at None
My arms burn from hauling heavy buckets for the house since sunrise. John and Nicholas do nothing but sit around and grumble about silver. I would take a single penny right now just to know what coin looks like.
Mind your tongue, boy. We earned our rest, and you have buckets left to fill.
Nota scribaeThe words tumbled out of him so quickly I had to ask him to stop and repeat himself.
Candlemas, at Compline
The winter storms took half the thatch off my shed. I sleep under the open sky and freeze. I pleaded with the master for a few bundles of straw, but he claims the farm has debts enough without wasting good wood on a servant's bed.
You will get straw when the pigs learn to fly. Be grateful you have a wall.
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Get back to the pig stalls, you lazy whoreson, before I give you a real reason to complain.