soldier at Nebakov fortress, of Nebakov fortress
“I am a soldier at Nebakov, friend. I know how to look after myself and wait for the wages to come.”
Things Nicholas had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Sext
Young lads today have no respect. Roger is still crying over spilled milk and Stislav's own foolishness, while Jan sits in the corner tight as a miser. At least Adam knows how the world turns. We just need our coin and a bit of peace from the captain, friend.
Nota scribaeHe laughed hollowly while dictating this.
the Wednesday after Easter, at Prime
I dreamed of a heavy wild boar in the woods, glistening like silver. A man could fetch a fine price for a beast like that. I told Jan he ought to share the meat, seeing as we are all such good friends, but he plays deaf.
You saw nothing, Nicholas. Mind your own business before the captain hears your bleating.
I only speak out of friendship, Jan. A heavy burden should be shared.
Nota scribaeI do not think he was speaking of a real boar.
the eve of Palm Sunday, at None
Klara the ale-wife sent another boy asking for her forty groschen for the winter beer. How are we to pay when the lord pays us nothing since Candlemas? I tell the lads to be patient, but some friends are holding out on what could settle our debts.
the second Thursday of Lent, at Terce
The wind on the north wall cuts right through you. I found a quiet spot near the old tower where Captain Ulrich cannot see a thing. A smart man conserves his strength for when the fighting actually starts, friend.
the Tuesday after Saint Matthias, at Vespers
We got caught in freezing rain by the Vidlak ponds and took shelter in a sheep barn. Some Hungarian whoresons rode up in the dark. I gave the warning right away, friend! Young Stislav wandered out to piss and got himself lost. I never fell asleep.
You were snoring like a fat pig. By the time you woke up, they were already on us. It is your fault he is gone.
Leave it be, Roger. We scattered like rabbits because there were too many of them. The boy was unlucky.
Nota scribaeThe dictation took longer than necessary as he kept insisting he was awake.
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Keep his name out of your lying mouth. If you had kept your eyes open, he would be here.