farmer of the east farm, of Outlying farms
“I work the east farm with Adam and keep a tight grip on what is ours. Let the fools next door play at being carters, we mind our own dirt.”
Things Walter had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at None
The soil is dry as a bone this week. Adam says it is just the spring air, but I look at the sky and wonder if a man's unpaid debts to the Lord are catching up to him. I ought to walk south to Sedletz, but the fences need mending and the roads are full of soldiers. Saint Wenceslas give me time.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
If Nicholas thinks he can break a sworn bargain just because Father Paul wags his tongue at the well, he is a bigger fool than William. The twenty groschen stay locked in my chest. He bought the mare, deposit paid. Where she was bred is no matter to the deal.
You tricked me, Walter. She is a Horschan beast and you knew it. Give me my silver back.
Come stand before me and admit you broke a sworn bargain like a boy. Then we will see.
Nota scribaeThe man crossed his arms and glared at his iron-bound chest the entire time he spoke.
Maundy Thursday, at Vespers
A priest should tend to his flock, not stand at the well gossiping like a washerwoman. Father Paul let slip where my mare came from, and now I have to hear Nicholas bleating about his silver. Bloody hell. A bargain struck before witnesses is a bargain kept.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Sext
Spent the morning repairing the wattle on the common boundary. I looked over at the west farm and saw William trying to play merchant while his fields turn to muck. It is a wonder Geoffrey and Roger do not starve working for a man with so many empty notions.
We have plenty of bread, Walter. No need to fret over our bellies.
the day after Candlemas, at Prime
Counted the groschen in the chest last night. It is a meager pile, but it is ours. We will not spend a penny more than needed this season. I shot a wolf near the treeline at dusk. God willing, it will be the only thief on my land this year.
A good shot, brother. The beasts will graze easier today.
Nota scribaeDictated before he went to the fields. He took a long time deciding on the word meager.
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The dirt is fine, brother. Stop staring at the sky and help me with the west wattle.