Hugh

the eve of Ascension, at Compline

Rose told me my slate is full. A man cannot even get a cup of watered ale behind the stables without a groschen in hand. I do not know how I will quiet my head tonight.

• 
  Lawrence

  That old witch will take the boots off a man's feet if she thinks she can sell them.

Nota scribaeHe dictated this from the floor of the cellar.

the third day of Easter week, at None

Quartermaster Martin is coming down for the spring inspections. My boots are stiff and my spear shaft is warped, but at least I still have my kettle hat. Some fools cannot say the same.

• 
  Leonard

  Bloody hell, Hugh, do not remind me. If Martin finds those tin plates missing, he will flay me.

the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Vespers

I followed the rutted track like the quartermaster told me. I held the lantern high. I did not know the bog was there until the water was past our knees. I will not hold a lantern again.

• 
  Julian

  You led us straight into the freezing muck, you whoreson fool. Poor Simon rattling with fever while you stared at your boots. You could not find your own arse with both hands.

• 
  Hugh

  I know, Julian. I deserve it all.

Nota scribaeThe man was weeping into his hands as he spoke.

St Matthias's day, at Prime

I wish Hynek would mind his own tally and let me sleep. He keeps shaking me awake in the loft to see if I have choked on my own vomit. Just let me lie in peace.

• 
  Hynek

  Someone has to make sure you wake up for your shift, lad. The bailiff will not be as gentle as me.

Candlemas, at Vespers

The wind blows straight through the stones by the stable. When I try to sleep, it sounds just like a boy coughing. I need to get back to Rose's cellar before it gets dark.

• 
  Joseph

  Rose's ale is the only thing that keeps the cold out, even if it tastes like a ditch.

Nota scribaeDictated leaning against the gatepost.