watchman of the praguers, of Sigismund's camp
“I am entirely unsuited for this muddy life and wish only to return to my mother.”
Things Paul had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
The Pentecost muster is upon us and I am terrified. Provost Hynek will surely dock my pay. Reginald used my padded jack to settle a dice debt with Vashek, who pawned it to the sutler Wenceslas among the Hungarians. I am destitute.
Nota scribaeHe spent a long time inspecting his fingernails before speaking.
the Monday before Ascension, at Terce
I begged Jezhek to carry a letter to my mother Magdalena in Prague. She is surely worrying herself sick over me. He flatly refuses and claims he is not riding there. I know he is lying out of sheer spite.
the Wednesday of Easter week, at Sext
The drizzling rain never ends in this accursed place. My spearhead rusts faster than I can clean it. We had nothing but boiled millet again. I would give my right hand for a wedge of the hard cheese my mother used to send.
I would trade Jezhek's tin plate for a piece of that cheese right now.
Nota scribaeHe chewed his lower lip throughout the dictation.
Saint Gregory's day, at Prime
I do not understand the carelessness of the older men here. Daniel kicked a brazier over in his drink and nearly caught the canvas. The smell of sickness and wet dog in our tent is unbearable. I sleep poorly every night.
the day after Saint Matthias, at Compline
They say poor Simon is dead, beaten by peasants near the ruined mill. He was a steady hand with a spear. It makes my stomach turn to think how close the violence is to us. May the Lord grant him rest.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
It was just one guard shift. You should have kept better hold of it.
Wenceslas gave good groschen for it. Keep your chin up when the captain looks at you.