Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 274v
Portrait of Andrew

Andrew

soldier at Nebakov fortress, of Nebakov fortress

“I watch the road and wait for my pay. I am surrounded by fools and cowards.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Andrew had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.

the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers

Hugh still hoards the timber in the upper keep while we rot. I woke up soaked again. If I do not get a dry shingle over my head soon, I am taking a hammer to his storehouse myself.

  • David
    David

    Amen to that, Andrew. My boots haven't been dry since Easter.

  • Hugh (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Hugh

    Keep your hands off the lord's wood, guardsman, or you will lose them.

Nota scribaeHe clenched his fists so hard I thought he would strike me.

the feast of St Pancras, at Terce

Andreas is whining about his sister Anne again. I swear to God, if he asks me to carry a message to Kuttenberg one more time, I will feed him his own teeth. Shut your mouth and stand your watch.

  • Andreas
    Andreas

    I only want her to know I am alive. You miss your home too, you miserable bastard, even if you won't say it.

  • Andrew
    Andrew

    I bear it like a man. Try it.

the second day of Easter week, at Prime

Richard gave us salted pork again. I chewed on a piece that tasted like old boot leather. A dog would turn its nose up at it. But up in heaven Baldwin is feasting, so there is that.

  • Richard Clark
    Richard Clark

    You eat what the lord pays for, Andrew. Be glad it's not weevils.

the feast of St Gregory, at None

Another day watching the road. The mud is deep enough to swallow a cart. Some merchant passed by saying the bread is dearer in Kuttenberg because of the King's brother. I just want word sent to my village.

  • Standa (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Standa

    If a peddler heads that way, I'll pay him a penny to carry your word.

Nota scribaeDictated slowly, staring at the floor the entire time.

the morrow of Candlemas, at Sext

It has been months since the ambush in the woods, and still Joseph will not look me in the eye. You broke the line, you whoreson. Baldwin died because you ran. Admit your cowardice before the company.

  • Joseph
    Joseph

    It was dark and there were too many of them. Baldwin told us to fall back!

  • Zdenyek
    Zdenyek

    Leave it be, Andrew. Shouting about it won't bring the good man back.

Nota scribaeHe spoke this with a bitterness that chilled the room.

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