farmer and market stallholder, of Outlying farms
“I run the west farm in Zdar and a market stall, though the silver is thinning out like winter broth.”
Things William had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Compline
Counted the strongbox again. Light. Always light these days. I'm selling turnips, not giving them away as alms. A man works from dark to dark, and for what? The margins are eaten to nothing by the soldiers on the roads, and now the coin bleeds out of my own house.
Nota scribaeDictated at his table. He stared at a candle for a long time before speaking.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
That stubborn mule Walter won't give back Nicholas's twenty groschen. Father Paul shouldn't have been flapping his gums at the well about that mare. I told Nicholas he should have looked at the beast first, but Walter keeping the coin is just pure spite.
A deal is a deal, William. Your man Nicholas should learn the value of silver before he hands it over.
The beast was bred in Horschan! He inflated the price, the lying whoreson.
Peace, my sons. I only mentioned the mare in passing. The Lord sees all transactions.
Nota scribaeThe man gestured wildly throughout this dictation, nearly knocking over my ink.
the eve of St George, at Sext
Geoffrey's back is failing him again today. The man is getting too old for the axe, but what can I do? He's been bitter as winter since Amice passed, God rest her soul. She was a good woman. I just wish he'd work without sighing every time he lifts a log.
Candlemas, at Prime
Up before the sun to check the fences. The frost is hard today. Nicholas and Roger are eating me out of house and home again. Thin pottage is all I can manage, but they look at it like I'm serving them mud. If the stall doesn't pick up, we'll all be begging on the Kuttenberg road.
the Tuesday after Epiphany, at None
The market was quiet today. Too many soldiers on the roads making folks afraid to travel. I'm a farmer, ay, but I'm half a merchant with this stall, and a merchant needs buyers. I heard the Pope wants all our days written down. Reckon the Lord will see how hard a man tries to make a groschen.
You're a farmer with a table, William. Don't put on airs.
Nota scribaeHe seemed very proud of the word 'merchant'.
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If the box is light, maybe you should pay what's owed before it gets lighter, master.
Mind your tongue, Geoffrey. The coin will come when it comes.