soldier of the garrison, of Trosky
“I am a levied man watching mud dry at Trosky. I keep my gear oiled and my head down.”
Things Hugh had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Walter is at it again about his sister Vlasta in Kuttenberg. I told him plain, I am a soldier, not a messenger boy. I am not riding three days just to tell her he is alive. I am staying right here until we are paid.
Nota scribaeDictated by the guardhouse fire. The man sighed heavily several times while speaking.
the Thursday after Easter, at None
Easter has come and gone, and still not a single penny of pay. Sergeant Tuma took two more groschen from our tally just for the oil to burn in the night lamps. We will all be beggars by the time the harvest comes.
It is robbery, plain and simple. The King has forgotten us here.
the feast of St Gertrude, at Prime
Denis vanished on the night watch. Walter and Thomas are bickering over whose fault it is, but the man simply grew tired of the cold and walked away. Tuma called him a deserter and docked our pay for the missing spear.
He would not have left if Thomas had not slept through the shift change.
Nota scribaeThe scribe notes the men seem more upset about the spear than the man.
the first Tuesday in Lent, at Terce
The roads are nothing but mud and the cabbage soup is mostly water. I spent the morning scraping rust off my blade. If the others spent less time throwing dice and more time cleaning their gear, Tuma might stop shouting at us quite so much.
the Monday after Candlemas, at Compline
We lost Prokop at Nebakov pond. He stepped out too far on the thin ice and went under. Jezhek is holding a grudge against Hynek for setting a fast pace, but it was a simple accident. The Lord called him, and at least Prokop is warm now.
Hynek marched us too fast, Hugh. You know it as well as I do.
We all walked the exact same ice. God rest him, but it was his own footing.
Nota scribaeThe man stared at the floor the entire time he spoke.
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It is just one word, Hugh. She has not heard from me in two years and thinks I am dead.
Find a passing merchant going that way. My feet are staying on this wall.