guard in a noble retinue, of Kuttenberg
“I walk the streets keeping the peace, though mostly I just stand about in wet wool.”
Things Kunz had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Monday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Three times my boots have been resoled and the Kuttenberg cobbles still bite my heels. Lord William of Tachov told me today that a good man walks heavy, but my pouch is too light for that. I patted it thrice and felt mostly dust.
Nota scribaeHe spoke very slowly, as if addressing a magistrate.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
John says I should have done something differently on that road in Hungary. Christ almighty, what was I to do with a shieldman pinning me down? I cannot help it if a man takes a bad step.
You could have shoved him off instead of lying there in the mud. The captain will hear of it.
Keep your voice down, John. I will buy you a jug at the alehouse.
the Thursday before Palm Sunday, at None
Standing watch outside the noble houses is mostly boredom and the sour smell of wet wool. Threw dice with Frantishek and Geoffrey until my eyes stung. If I have to haul one more drunk miner by the scruff, my back will break.
You lost four groschen to me, Kunz. Pay up before Sunday.
Nota scribaeDictated in the guardroom while tossing a pair of bone dice.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Sext
Heinz is limping again and making a great noise about it. I bought him three ales yesterday to settle his temper. A man cannot fight the whole Hungarian army alone, but he acts as if I held his leg for them.
My leg aches when it rains, and it is raining because of your cowardice. Keep the ale coming.
the morning of Candlemas, at Terce
The priest says we must write our days down. Very well. I am a guard of Kuttenberg, and I stood my watch. The bread is dearer than last year, and the Cumans are still about, but the taverns are full enough.
Nota scribaeHe patted his belt pouch repeatedly while speaking, though nobody was near him.
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A good soldier does not complain of his boots, Kunz. But you did well by me at the tavern.