watchman for the praguers, of Sigismund's camp
“I am a watchman digging latrine trenches, keeping my head down and earning a spare penny where I can.”
Things Leonard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Ascension, at None
Jezhek is crying again for his tin plate. I am not giving it back until I have a proper spade to finish this trench. Besides, the new lads pay me a penny a week to eat off it.
Nota scribaeDictated by the baggage wagons. He stopped twice to count a handful of copper pennies.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
My hands are bloody from scratching at the dirt with this broken board. If Provost Hynek inspects the latrines and finds them shallow, I am for the whipping block. I need a stranger to get my spade back from Nicholas.
the feast of Saint Benedict, at Terce
The new recruits are whining about the cold. I sold one of them a bit of dry kindling for a penny. They call me a thief, but I call it the price of an education. I am no fool.
You have a sharp mind for silver, I will give you that.
Wenceslas the sutler charges less, and his wood actually catches fire.
Nota scribaeThe word he used for the recruits was not 'fools', but I will not write it.
the Friday after Saint Matthias, at Prime
Simon is dead in the frozen mud by the ruined mill, beaten by angry peasants. Daniel and I barely escaped. Jezhek fell asleep on watch and failed to shout a warning. If he had kept his eyes open, Simon would live.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
Nicholas plays with shaved bone dice, I swear it. We played this morning and he took ten groschen off me, and when I could not pay, he snatched my trenching spade as a pledge. How am I to dig the camp latrines?
You lost because you are a fool, not because of the dice. Pay what you owe.
My mother Magdalena always told me the devil lives in the dice bone.
Nota scribaeDictated outside the sutler's tent. He was rubbing his chin the entire time.
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You borrowed it when you had the flux, you whoreson! Keep your bloody profit, just give me my plate.
You will get it when my ditch is dug. Stop your whining.