militiaman on the night watch, of Trosky
“I just want a quiet life without anyone shouting at me, and to stay out of the stocks.”
Things Leonard had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers
Joseph is a greedy fool who would sell his own mother for a groschen. He wants to eat his daily bread off fine stamped tin like a lord, right where the quartermaster can see! I told him to swear on his mother's grave he won't take it to the tavern.
Nota scribaeDictated in a rush. The man kept looking over his shoulder at the door.
the Tuesday after Ascension, at Prime
Just off the wall and I am frozen to the bone. The dark plays tricks on a man. I thought I saw a goblin in the bailey, but it was only a stray sheep. God's truth, the mud never washes out of these boots. I hope Philip is on tomorrow.
Get some sleep, lad. I have the midnight watch tomorrow, so you won't be alone in the dark.
the second day of Easter week, at None
The baker's cart brought dearer bread today. They say the Hungarian king's men are burning the fields down south, and that's why the flour costs more. I stammered when the baker asked for my pennies, so he thought I was short. I am just tired.
If you kept your mail clean, Martin wouldn't fine you, and you'd have more coin for your daily bread.
Nota scribaeThe soldier was trembling as he spoke, though the day was warm.
the feast of the Annunciation, at Sext
Quartermaster Martin is doing the spring inspections. I am terrified. He fines men for rusted mail, and if he looks too closely in the loft, Christ almighty, I don't know what I'll do. I am staying down in the stables until he goes back to the upper castle.
the day after Candlemas, at Compline
The wind howling through the loft is enough to wake the dead. Every time the floorboards creak, I think someone is looking for what I brought back from the Vidlak ponds. I wish I had never picked the bloody things up. The dark is full of eyes.
You brought them back for all of us. Don't forget that, lad.
Nota scribaeHe asked to strike out the mention of the ponds, but I had already inked it.
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Give me what is mine, you shivering coward! I am sick of eating off greasy wood while you hoard our finds.
Martin will see it and we'll both be whipped out of the district! Keep your voice down!