guard on the night watch, of Trosky
“I stand the night watch while others sleep, and I do not back down from any man.”
Things David had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Sext
These carters and dog-handlers make too much bloody noise when a man is trying to sleep after a night shift. I ought to wring William's neck just to get some peace. And the bread they serve us is getting dearer and harder than a cobblestone.
Nota scribaeHe shouted this while half undressed and pointing at the window with his chin.
the Tuesday after St George, at None
Someone has been crying over his lost luck again. A grown man, weeping about a piece of bone because he owes money in town! If a man loses something under a bench because he is a drunken fool, finders keepers.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Alan says there are ghosts in the lower woods. I say it is just the wind or some miserable Cuman scout freezing to death. But if I see a spirit on the wall tonight, I will put my sword through it anyway.
A sword will not cut a spirit, lad. You need a priest and a prayer.
the feast of St Gregory, at Vespers
They poured cabbage soup again. Smells like the mud by the river. Three winters ago, poor Martin died in mud like that. He would still be drinking with us if the left flank had not broken and run like frightened sheep.
I did not run until the captain called the retreat! You were standing right there in the path!
You broke ranks, coward. Admit what you did.
God rest Martin's soul. Let it lie, both of you.
Nota scribaeDictated with a clenched jaw. He refused to look at the other guard at the table.
the Wednesday of the first week of Lent, at Terce
Lambert will not shut his mouth about his family in Kuttenberg. Bloody hell, if you miss them so much, go back to the silver mines and let a man drink his ale in peace. Denis is a fool for listening.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
Aye, the bread is stone, and the King is still locked away. What a world.
Try it, you loudmouth arse, and I will set the hounds on your heels.