spearman at the crossroads, of Nomad camp
“I am a guard here but I was born in the wagons over there. I can spot trouble a mile off and outrun any man in the camp.”
Things David had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
By Saint Christopher I cannot sleep, they say another levy is coming and the bailiff knows my name. I have twelve groschen saved and I will give every penny to Simon the clerk to strike me off the roll before they send me to take a Hungarian arrow in the gut. I just hope he does not have me flogged for asking.
Nota scribaeThe lad chewed his fingers bloody while dictating this.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
My boots are falling apart and the soles are completely hanging off the leather! I told Joseph I need my grandfather's bone needle back right now but he just ignores me. He says he keeps finding new tears in his armour but I think he is just too lazy to walk across the camp and hand it to me.
the Tuesday before Palm Sunday, at Vespers
I just heard Andrew took Joseph's spare mail coif and pawned it to Drslav for forty groschen! Now Drslav is locked up in the town debtor cell and nobody can get the coif back. Joseph is going to murder him when he finds out, I know it. I am staying by the wagons until it blows over.
Keep your mouth shut, you little rat. He does not need to know until Drslav gets out.
Nota scribaeDictated at the crossroads. He looked over his shoulder the entire time.
the feast of Saint Matthias, at Sext
Standing watch by the crossroads today. Mostly I just wave the carts through because nobody wants to dig through a load of turnips in the rain. I know this stretch of road better than anyone, if soldiers come I will see them a mile off and run faster than any of them.
If you stopped staring at the town girls and watched the road you might actually see something.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce
Joseph asked to borrow my grandfather's bone sewing needle so he could patch his gambeson before the Easter muster. I gave it to him because we are brothers in arms and he needed a favour. But I told him I need it back before Lent because my boot is tearing.
Aye, thank you lad. I will give it back tomorrow, I just have a small tear to fix.
Nota scribaeHe spoke so fast I could barely dip my quill in time.
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Simon will take your coin and send you to the front anyway, lad. You should have stayed with the wagons.