militiaman of the Trosky garrison, of Trosky
“I know how to handle a spear and I do not back down when things get bloody. If the officers had half my spine, we would have cleared the roads of scum months ago.”
Things Thomas had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
That stubborn mule Walter is still whining about his brother Andreas in Prague instead of doing what needs doing. We found it together, Walter! Sell the bloody thing or I swear to Christ I will beat my half of the silver out of you!
Nota scribaeHe pointed his finger directly at my chest and spat on the floor while dictating this.
the feast of St Pancras, at None
Drilling in the bailey again with these cheap spears. The regulars like Lawrence sit up on the walls and watch us like they are lords. Let them come down here and try me, I would show them what a real fight is.
Talk is cheap when you are stabbing straw, lad.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
The cook boiled up the same thin stew today, full of gristle. It is barely fit for pigs. I would give my right arm for a proper roast, but they expect us to die quietly on empty bellies. I am going to Avice's to drink until I forget the cold.
the Wednesday before Easter, at Sext
Geoffrey is a bloody coward and I do not care who hears it. When the bandits jumped us on the road, he froze. If he had half a spine, Vashek would still be drinking with us instead of lying in the dirt.
Vashek broke the line like a fool, Thomas. I held my ground. Do not blame me for his recklessness.
Leave it be, Thomas. Yelling will not bring Vashek back from the grave.
Nota scribaeThe man was shouting by the end of it and refused to be quieted.
the Friday after Ash Wednesday, at Compline
I went to the churchyard today to see Vashek's grave. I spat on the ground and swore on Christ almighty I will make the bastards pay. He was a brave lad who died for nothing because cowards would not stand beside him. The whole garrison is useless.
God rest his soul, but the boy was a fool who owed me three groschen.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
Keep your voice down, Thomas, or the sergeant will have both our necks in the pillory! You will get us hanged.
I will get my coin so I can go to Avice's cellar, you whining arse.