infantryman in the wounded tent, of Sigismund's camp
“I did my duty until the horn sounded. Now my teeth are loose, and I just want to survive this damp tent without catching the rope for a lie.”
Things Jan had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at Terce
If anyone has four fresh apples, I will give you a pair of armoury gauntlets. I cannot chew this rancid pork anymore, and the camp sutlers are bare. My gums bleed just from breathing. I need the fruit to stop the rot.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his jaw constantly while speaking.
the second day of the Rogation days, at Vespers
William is weeping over regulations again. I told him his padded coif is gone for good. Adam pawned it to Pavlena for willow bark, and she left for Kolin three days ago. And Richard is burning up with fever. Someone should pull his boots off before he ruins them.
the Tuesday after Quasimodo Sunday, at None
The Hungarians are roasting fresh mutton while we Bohemians gnaw on weevil bread. It isn't right. I'd complain to Gilbert the clerk, but he sits safe inside the captain's guarded pavilion where the likes of us are beaten for stepping too close.
I just need a few more pennies for the seal. Gilbert will write my discharge...
Nota scribaeDictated loudly. I advised him to lower his voice near the pavilion.
the Thursday after Laetare Sunday, at Prime
Adam sits across the tent glaring at me. He thinks I broke rank at the mill. I heard the horn, and I stepped back. I am not swinging for a lie just because Bohuta was too slow in the mud. War is war.
the morrow of Saint Matthias, at Compline
A cursed day at the fortified mill near Maleshov. We held the shield wall, but the defenders surged out. When the horn blew to fall back, I did my duty and retreated. Bohuta was pulled down into the mud. May God rest his soul, but I am still breathing.
A bad business. Get some rest, lad.
Nota scribaeThe man smelled strongly of blood and copper.
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I'll ask around the baggage train, Jan. Keep your coin hidden.