hired hand at the mill, of Danemark
“I am meant for better work than sweeping dust and choking on flour all day, kurva.”
Things Richard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at None
Armed men marching along the river road again. If I see a single Cuman torch, I am running straight into the deep woods. Me and Thomas hid the good iron tools beneath the workshop floorboards. Let them take the rest of it.
Nota scribaeDictated in a rush. The man kept kicking the dirt while he spoke.
the second day of Easter week, at Vespers
My chest rattles worse than the mill wheel. The spring rain comes right into the lean-to where the roof caved in last winter. Master Baldwin sleeps warm in Kuttenberg and explicitly refused to give me a single penny for the thatch.
My property is as the Lord sees fit to maintain it. Get back to your sweeping, you lazy sod.
Stop complaining and eat your cabbage soup. We have it better than the dead.
the eve of St George, at Prime
I dropped a wooden spoon today and Thomas crossed himself like the Devil was coming up the stairs. He is still weeping over some broken holy vow to Saint Barbara. Bloody hell, the saints do not care about a dropped tool.
You laugh now, but a vow is a vow. And Agatha still wants her groschen too.
Nota scribaeThe speaker spat onto the grass after naming the saint.
the third Sunday of Lent, at Terce
Baked my own little loaf today. A man has to eat something besides watered cabbage, doesn't he? I know exactly which loose stone hides my things. If the bailiff asks, I never touched a grain of the master's flour.
It was just my own sweepings from the floor!
Nota scribaeI advised the man not to confess a theft to the town roll, but he insisted it was not a theft.
Candlemas, at Compline
Three winters since I left the farm for this miserable valley. I thought mill wages would fill my belly. Kurva, was I wrong. Hauling sacks up stairs until my hands are covered in blisters. I have absolutely nowhere else to go.
We survive, lad. Just skim a handful off the spilled piles and don't touch the ledger.
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Keep your voice down about the floorboards, lad, or we won't have any tools left to hide.