soldier for king Sigismund, of Sigismund's camp
“I am the best archer in this miserable tent, and I take what is owed to me. If the King will not pay us, a man must look out for his own.”
Things Frantishek had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Prime
Kurva, my heart nearly stopped at the muster today. The Magyar sergeant stared right at the pile of straw Walter and I dressed in a tunic. If he finds out Joseph ran off, we will all taste the lash. Walter needs to keep his mouth shut and stand still.
Nota scribaeThe soldier shouted this so loudly I feared the sergeant he spoke of would hear us.
the Wednesday after Easter, at Sext
Standing in the ditch all day with Thomas. He still has the brass buckle we found at that burnt farm near Kolin. I want my half of the groschen now, but the greedy bastard says we must wait for Julian to come back from Prague. He plans to keep it all.
the second Tuesday of Lent, at Vespers
Boiled oats again. A man cannot hold a bow steady on this pig slop. The only thing worse than the food is listening to Robert groaning about his bowels all night. A soldier should have a hot roasted chicken now and then, no matter what it costs.
My guts are water, Frantishek. Pray you do not catch the same flux from this camp.
The Lord tests us with hunger to purify our souls. Stop your whining and bear it.
the feast of St Gertrude, at None
William thinks he is the master of the bow, but his hands shake like an old woman's. I shot three hares in the wood this morning. If the King ever lets us fight instead of freezing in the Kuttenberg mud, I will show them who the sharpest man is.
You hit three starving hares that were too frozen to run. A true archer hits his mark in the wind.
Just roast the bloody hares and share them with the mess, will you?
Nota scribaeHe spent a long time admiring his own arms while dictating this.
the day after Candlemas, at Terce
We dug a hole for Kvyetoslav this morning. The fool froze to death in a ditch on the march from Kolin. The weak fall behind, kurva, that is just how it is. A soldier takes what he can to stay warm. I am only glad he did not owe me any groschen.
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If you had watched the tent like you were supposed to, the boy would not have lost his boots and run!
I was taking a piss, kurva! It is your fault for leaving his gear unguarded!