officer of the watch, of Trosky
“I command the lower gates and try to stop these young fools from stabbing each other over dice.”
Things Daniel had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the feast of St Mark, at Terce
Quartermaster Tobias is checking kits today. Half these idiots diced away their belt knives over the winter, and now the fines will fall on them. I have mine securely fastened. I expect nothing but chaos and weeping from the boys before the sun goes down.
Nota scribaeDictated while rubbing his temples, clearly nursing a headache.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Gilbert thinks he can wait forever to settle his accounts. He says the roads are not safe enough for him to go out and handle the business, but a man needs his coin before he rots. He is stalling, and my patience is entirely gone.
the eve of Palm Sunday, at Vespers
If I hear one more green boy call the retreat at Tachov cowardice, I will break his jaw myself. Andrew gave the only sensible order left to us. We would all be dead in that bloody mud right now if we had stayed to fight mercenaries we couldn't break.
the Tuesday after St Matthias, at Prime
I still see Ulrich taking that mercenary's spear in the gut at Tachov. If Bartholomew had not dropped his shield when a heavy blow landed, the gap would never have opened. He broke the line, and Ulrich paid the price for it.
My arm went numb from the strike! I did not mean to drop it!
Nota scribaeThe soldier's tone was grim and bitter.
Candlemas, at Sext
Assigning shifts in this freezing courtyard is worse than any autumn campaign. These men are a pack of squabbling children complaining about their boiled cabbage and their cold feet. Just stand by the bloody gate and do your duty before I beat you all.
The cabbage is mostly water today. We have a right to grumble.
Nota scribaeThe man paused frequently to eat from a bowl of cabbage.
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Tobias never stood in a real fight, he just likes taking our groschen.
Then you should have kept your knife, you fool.