guard at the lower gates, of Trosky
“I stand my watch and keep my gear clean. I am no green boy to be docked for losing a knife.”
Things Reginald had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Saint Mark, at Vespers
Tobias wants to see every man's Kuttenberg knife tomorrow at the muster. I have mine on my belt where it belongs. The rest of these fools are weeping over pawned iron and docked coin. Saint George keep me from green boys.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
The rain today is turning the courtyard to a sty. It brings to mind the mud at Tachov. I told Prokop to his face he broke the line too early that day, and I am not taking it back.
Andrew called the retreat, not me. You are full of weak ale and old grudges.
You talk of broken lines, but you left Ulrich to bleed out in the dirt when you could have pulled him up.
No man could lift another in that crush of spears, Simon. Keep your jaw shut.
Nota scribaeHe rubbed his jaw for a long time before speaking this.
the Thursday before Palm Sunday, at None
A cart of boiled cabbage from the kitchens. Thin ale for wages. I am weary of standing the shift and weary of the dice tables. God grant us a dry summer and fewer mercenaries on the roads.
the second Sunday of Lent, at Terce
Andrew says there are Cumans on the march across the river. If they come to Trosky, the lower gates will hold. We have seasoned men here, if they do not break and run like frightened sheep.
Just keep your eyes on the road, Reginald, and leave the command to me.
Nota scribaeDictated at the gates while keeping watch.
the day after Candlemas, at Compline
Played dice until my purse was light. Simon sits across from me and stares like a priest waiting for a confession. I have nothing to confess about November. Ulrich fell, and there was nothing to be done.
Leave the dice be, friend. The ale turns your temper foul.
Nota scribaeThe man smelled heavily of cheap ale.
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I would sell my boots to buy one back. My sister Svatava will starve if I send no groschen home.