infantryman in the camp, of Sigismund's camp
“I am an infantryman who took a blade to the shoulder for a king who does not know my name. We sit in these tents waiting to rot.”
Things Adam had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Prime
I am drafted for the latrine trenches again and my shoulder burns like hellfire. Richard is burning up with fever. I will pay six groschen to any man who looks in on him three times today so he does not choke on his own bile.
Nota scribaeHe shouted the last part so loudly the men outside complained.
the Monday after St George, at Vespers
William is whining about his padded coif again, terrified of the muster. I told him he lost it playing dice, but the truth is I gave it to Pavlena for willow bark when my shoulder was rotting. She took her cart to Kolin days ago. The coif is gone.
the third day of Easter week, at None
They gave us hardtack that shatters against the teeth and salt meat that is mostly bone. A fine Easter feast for the men shedding blood in the mud.
Soak it in the weak beer, lad. It softens it up.
Nota scribaeThe man was chewing as he spoke and spat a piece of biscuit at my boot.
the second week of Lent, at Compline
The cut on my shoulder is festering. The sergeants do not care, they only bark orders. If I do not get some willow bark soon, I fear the rot will take my arm.
the morrow of St Matthias, at Prime
Yesterday at Maleshov mill, we fought in the shield wall. Jan stepped back like a coward when the defenders surged. They pulled Bohuta into the mud and butchered him. I will never forget it. Jan has Bohuta's blood on his hands.
The order was given to fall back! Bohuta was too slow, you blind fool.
You broke the line to save your own miserable hide. I will see you burn.
Nota scribaeDictated with white knuckles and a voice full of venom.
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Keep your coin, Adam. I will look in on the poor bastard.
He is dying, Adam. Accept it.
Shut your whore mouth before I shut it for you.