guard at the Troskowitz gates, of Troskowitz
“I stand my watch and take what is fairly mine. I will not be pushed around by older men or cheated out of my due.”
Things Humphrey had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
Simon keeps whining about his bloody beads. I found his rosary in the mud by the timber. What is dropped and left behind belongs to the finder! I will not hand them over until David gives me back my knife. That is only fair, and I will hear no different.
Nota scribaeThe man pointed his finger directly at my nose the entire time he spoke.
the Feast of St Pancras, at Sext
I was throwing my knife at a wooden pillar to keep my eye sharp. David claims the blade nearly took off his foot. He pulled my steel out of the wood and kept it! He wants an ale as a fine. I will not pay a toll for my own property!
the third day of Easter week, at Compline
Sitting at the alehouse watching Hynek drink his fill. He has had coin to spare lately, from that heavy purse we found in the sleet. I know exactly what my fair share is, and I am still waiting for it to be counted out into my palm.
Keep your voice down, you fool. We will settle it when the captain is not looking.
Nota scribaeHe spoke this very quietly, looking over his shoulder.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Prime
Mikesh docked us again for a torn gambeson. Easy for him to declare, sitting in the captain's house by his warm fire doing the tallies while we freeze out here watching the muddy road. They treat us like boys.
Amen. My boots have more holes than leather and the quartermaster says it is my own fault.
Candlemas, at None
Months since the ambush in the forest. Poor Tuma is in the cold earth because some cowards step back when the defensive line must hold. I hold my ground. I always hold my ground, no matter the sleet or the bandits.
I stepped back to guard the flank! If you had eyes in your thick head you would know it.
Let the dead rest, lads. Up in heaven there are no bandits to trouble him.
Nota scribaeDictated at the alehouse. The man was defensive and shouting.
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My mother gave me those beads before she died. Have you no fear of God?
Go beg David for my blade, then you can have your beads.