soldier holding the mess purse, of Sigismund's camp
“I hold the coin for this miserable squad of squabbling children. Without me keeping count, they would have starved before Candlemas.”
Things Andrew had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Tobias asked me again for two groschen to bribe the clerk off the cesspit levy. I told him he should have kept his eyes open on watch. A month of hauling shit will build his character, and we are not wasting our silver.
Nota scribaeThe boy Tobias wept during the dictation.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Three sutlers tried to bring weak ale through the palisade gap today without paying the toll. I made them part with a groschen each. King Sigismund's captains are in no hurry to pay us, so we must find our silver where we can.
the feast of St Benedict, at Compline
Maurice is shouting again about the tent canvas that Nicholas carried into that village gaol. If Maurice wanted the canvas so badly, he should have fought the headborough himself instead of letting Nicholas try to steal a fat pig. We only had four groschen. The fine was ten.
You left him to rot, and half our gear with him! We are freezing out here!
Maurice speaks the truth. You are a tight-fisted bastard, Andrew.
Nota scribaeDictated over the sound of two men shouting in the next tent.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Terce
Hugh was right to leave Prokop snoring in that hayloft back in Kolin. Jarda still weeps over his lost fifteen groschen, and the rest moan about the iron cooking pot he had with him, but a drunk is a burden we cannot afford on the march.
Candlemas, at Prime
Woke up to ice on the blanket. The damp wool stinks and my back aches from the mud. I checked the mess purse first thing, as always. Three groschen left. The others want roasted meat, but we will have boiled cabbage again today.
Cecily used to roast the finest mutton. God almighty, I miss her cooking.
Quiet about Cecily, I beg you. Eat your cabbage and shut your mouth.
Nota scribaeHe counted the three coins four times before speaking.
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Please, Andrew, the smell is in my hair. I cannot sleep.
He reeks like a dead dog, Andrew. Just pay the clerk.