soldier of Nebakov garrison, of Nebakov fortress
“I serve in the garrison at Nebakov. I keep my kit clean and try to keep the younger lads from getting flogged.”
Things Robert had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at None
Thomas is talking of walking away in the night again. I told him the penalty for desertion is the rope, not a fine. His sister in Suchdol will not thank him if he hangs.
Nota scribaeDictated at the guardhouse. The soldier spoke slowly and kept his arms crossed.
the feast of Saint Philip and Saint James, at Vespers
Maresh was glaring at Hynek again in the mess. We are eating the same turnip stew we had at Martinmas. It does not help the mood. We must just wait until the captain rides to Kuttenberg.
the Tuesday after Easter week, at Prime
My breastplate shines like glass today. A clean kit is the mark of a man who respects his duty. If others spent less time drinking and more time with a whetstone, we would have no trouble.
You sound like my bloody father. Polish your armour all you want, it will not buy us ale.
the Wednesday before Easter, at Sext
We buried young Matthew this morning. The fever took him after that fall in the ravine. A shame. The lads must watch their footing on patrol.
It was not his footing. It was Hynek marching us blind in the dark. He killed him.
The clumsy boy tripped! It is not my fault.
Nota scribaeHe crossed himself before speaking.
the second Monday of Lent, at Compline
A strange patrol down by the Vidlak ponds today. We found a small wooden box in the mud at a poacher's camp. It is safely put away behind the stables. Best left untouched until the captain is gone.
It is heavy enough to share right now, Robert. We found it together.
Nota scribaeHe lowered his voice when mentioning the box, looking over his shoulder.
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Eleanor needs me for the planting. Captain Anthony has a stone for a heart.