wanderer and wagon guard, of Zhelejov
“I haul timber and save my coin. I have no time for fools or the ale they drown themselves in.”
Things Gilbert had written, latest first, with the glosses of his neighbours.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Prime
Bynyek's brother came down from the woods today. He said two other men have asked the price of the pitch lease. I told him I would have the coin by Saint John's Eve, just as we agreed. He only nodded. I took a double shift loading timber this afternoon.
the third day of Easter week, at None
The merchants pay well enough to guard their wagons, but the mud on the road to Semine is a foot deep. A wagon wheel broke. I stood in the wet for three hours while they fixed it. My boots are ruined, but the coin is safe in my belt.
Bring that coin to the table. I'll double it for you by Compline.
I would rather throw it in the mud.
Nota scribaeDictated at the inn. The man counts on his fingers when he speaks.
the eve of St George, at Vespers
Bartholomew and Nicholas are still arguing over that drawn-knife. It has been weeks. If you lend a tool, expect to lose it. If you borrow a tool, give it back. I am tired of hearing them whine about it every night by the hearth.
It is a fine knife, and I still need it. The lad can wait.
I lent it at Candlemas! Give it here, or I'll take it from you.
the Friday after St Philip and St James, at Sext
Walter the catchpole drank half a barrel of ale last night and cried about his mother Margaret up in Miskowitz. He wants Richard to walk north through the soldiers to find her. If he cares so much, he should walk there himself instead of weeping in a tavern.
You have a cold heart, wanderer. There are armies on those roads.
I have my duties here. I am a catchpole, not an errand boy.
Nota scribaeThe man was eating a dry crust of bread while dictating this.
the Monday before Whitsun, at Compline
I counted the copper again. I am short, but not by much. Saint John's Eve is coming. I will take any shift, any load, until the sum is made. Bynyek's brother will not sell the lease to anyone else.
My brother knows the price. Bring the groschen and the pitch is yours.
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You'll break your back before you buy that pitch. Drink a cup of ale and rest your bones.
My back is my own concern. Worry about your own knife before you worry about my bones.