Letters - Kingdom Come: Deliverance II Database

A parchment with drawings of thieves’ symbols and explanatory notes.

Keeping gold at home
is surely not the wisest,
a thief may find it even if
you locked it in a nice chest.

Get out of here, you foolish fellow!
Hereabouts no loot you’ll find!!
Have you no fear of the gallows? Hear my warning,.
if you’ve got a mind!

With loot in your pockets,
you can’t go to market.
Best find a buyer,
who’s willing to take it.

‘Tis customary for rooms in houses
to be joined by a corridor.
In the cellars underground,
a tunnel leads from door to door.

When you want to sleep and there’s no bed,
no place your head to lay,
go behind the house, and there,
you cansleep upon the hay.

A nostalgic letter from the former gamekeeper to Peter of Pisek.

To the esteemed Lord Peter of Pisek
I would not like to depart this world without informing you of a matter that greatly troubles me. I recently visited the old hunting lodge near Bylany and was deeply dismayed by its deplorable condition. Once a beautiful and cozy building, where you yourself were a frequent guest, it is now left to the mercy of wild animals, overgrown and falling into ruin. I earnestly ask you, if you care at all about the memories of our shared youth, to reach out to the new owner, the monastic authority, to arrange for its restoration.
Rynesh, former estate gamekeeper

A short personal letter from Sigismund.

Brave Sir Markvart of Úlice, Commander of the Prague militia and dear friend.
I have received news of your injury and the progress of the siege of Suchdol fortress, therefore I address you with this letter not as your sovereign, but as a friend.Once your health permits travel, leave the Praguers to handle that cursed fortress as best they can and join me in Hungary. I need you by my side as an advisor and on the Hungarian field as a commander.
I pray for your recovery and our early reunion.

The contract between the Knight Taras Mura and Father Richard from Old Kutna.

The honourable Sir Taras Mura swears a knight’s oath to guard the pit of hell in the mines of Old Kutna and not to leave the mines while his service lasts.
The oath will only be rescinded by another knight who will shoulder the burden of repentance and arrive at the mines and become a new guard by his own oath.
Such a knight will then, under the same conditions, be the new guard of hell, and the previous guardian will again see heaven and the love of God, and all his sins will be forgiven in the sight of the Lord.

The knight’s service is rewarded with food and water, delivered every month to the shaft by the locals. So undertakes the parish priest Richard from Old Kutna.

The oath is sealed by the humble servant of God, Father Richard, and Knight Taras Mura, the first guardian of the pit of hell.

Knight Florian’s unfinished poem for an unknown lady.

Behold the dance, the body’s joy,
passionate and glittering.
What the tongue cannot achieve,
courageous steps may bring.
The dance, I say, is life itself,
easy, hard or sometimes gentle.
And little serves or tolerates
the old, the pious and the sensible.

A letter sent by the Praguers to King Sigismund containing their agreement.

And in memory eternal and beyond all doubt, we establish this charter to preserve the agreements between the most noble Sir Otto von Bergow, the brave Knight Markvart von Aulitz and the councillors of the City of Prague. They have agreed that the Prague Militia shall support King Sigismund of Luxembourg militarily in the territory of Bohemia, and that the above-named Sir Markvart von Aulitz shall command them.

For this willing and conscientious assistance, the Towns of Prague shall have all their existing rights and privileges confirmed, and shall be exempted from the tribute to the King for a period of five years. The Prague Militia shall also be paid a tribute while the King keeps them in the field. This agreement shall be submitted to King Sigismund of Luxembourg, so that he may issue a charter and duly confirm all these agreements in perpetuity. Amen, in the name of Jesus Christ.

A letter sent by the Praguers to King Sigismund containing their agreement.

And in memory eternal and beyond all doubt, we establish this charter to preserve the agreements between the most noble Sir Otto von Bergow, the brave Knight Markvart von Aulitz and the councillors of the City of Prague. They have agreed that the Prague Militia shall support King Sigismund of Luxembourg militarily in the territory of Bohemia, and that the above-named Sir Markvart von Aulitz shall command them.

For this willing and conscientious assistance, the Towns of Prague shall have all their existing rights and privileges confirmed, and shall be exempted from the tribute to the King for a period of five years. The Prague Militia shall also be paid a tribute while the King keeps them in the field. This agreement shall be submitted to King Sigismund of Luxembourg, so that he may issue a charter and duly confirm all these agreements in perpetuity. Amen, in the name of Jesus Christ.

An important-looking document, signed by a number of people, yet someone simply left it here.

An agreement between the good people of Mesoles and the troop of Benesh of Wartenberg. Sir Benesh and his three companions Frentslin Klik, Joachim and Pieschel hereby agree to protect the inhabitants and property of Mesoles against evil and all beastly enemies who would cause harm to them or the village. Especially enemy soldiers and those hungry for plunder! For this purpose they will secure arms and armour and will not seek help from the men of Mesoles, but any broken bones and wounds will be treated at the expense of the municipality.

For this difficult and hazardous service, Sir Benesh and his companions will receive in the Mesoles tavern a night’s lodging on hay, twice a day a meal of meat, and every Sunday one and a half dozen groschen on top, until such time as the good people of Mesoles see fit to terminate the agreement and to part with Sir Benesh and his companions again in good faith.

A crumpled parchment with strange symbols drawn on it.

Keeping gold at home
is surely not the wisest,
a thief may find it even if
you locked it in a nice chest.

Get out of here, you foolish fellow!
Hereabouts no loot you’ll find!!
Have you no fear of the gallows? Hear my warning,.
if you’ve got a mind!

With loot in your pockets,
you can’t go to market.
Best find a buyer,
who’s willing to take it.

‘Tis customary for rooms in houses
to be joined by a corridor.
In the cellars underground,
a tunnel leads from door to door.

When you want to sleep and there’s no bed,
no place your head to lay,
go behind the house, and there,
you cansleep upon the hay.

Will it lead me to the Holy Grail?

From two magical peaks, that gaze into the heavens,
Like a thirsty pilgrim I set out upon the path.
Across a valley overgrown to the very edge of the earth,
There I shall drink from a spring that will not let me perish.

Another excerpt from the draft of the wedding contract between Lord Semine and Bailiff Thrush.

The bride, Agnes, shall bring to the marriage as her dowry two long brocades, six embroidered robes, three good winter coats and two lined summer robes. Three Bardejov hats and two men’s fine rabbit hats. Also linen for three beds and pillows and quilts of good goose down. Utensils of copper and pewter sufficient for two full tables and a very fine mirror in a frame of bone. Of jewels, two necklaces of river pearls, two brooches of silver and one inlaid with almandine, called the Marian brooch.

A piece of parchment with a message full of despair.

This is my stuff! Where the hell am I supposed to hide it so you’ll finally leave it alone? If I find out someone’s taken anything from me again, I’ll kick their arse!

Notes of the knight Taras Mura, found in the mines near Old Kutna.

I can’t sleep. The inferno attacks whenever I close my eyes.
A childbearing woman clothed in the sun, her fetus eaten by dragons. Fire and blood is in the walls. Voices all around. They reproach me with their death.
I killed them all and then descended into darkness. The snow blows again in the shafts. I can’t sleep. The devil is coming and behind him is Death.

A letter of safe conduct issued by Sigismund of Luxembourg himself, giving the bearer the right of free movement and the privilege to judge his own subjects according to customary law, not the law of the land.

We, Sigismund, by the grace of God King of Hungary, Dalmatia, and Croatia, expander of the Empire, and so forth, have been humbly requested by our faithful servant, Voivode of his nomadic people, to attest to Our special indulgence.
Therefore, accept his respectful request and do not reject this letter. In such a case, if the aforementioned Voivode and his people appear at any place within Our Empire, in any town or village, we recommend you to show him the loyalty that you thereby show to Us. For his merits, We hereby confirm to him the possibility of free and unrestricted movement.
If any among them is found drunk, if anyone provokes a quarrel of any kind, we desire and decree that only the Voivode himself has the sole right to judge, punish, grant forgiveness and absolution, and to exclude him from your circle according to his own customary law.

An old letter to Seneschal Ambrose from a mysterious informer. It seems that Ambrose was once on the trail of a fire at the Order’s commandery in the Old Town of Prague.

Brother Ambrose, I know something that should interest you. I know who started the fire at St. Francis’ Almshouse and why. They want the Grand Master removed too! Meet me tonight at the appointed place. The Dominicans from the Inquisition suspect me, and the bishop won’t help us anymore.
Don’t trust anyone!

Letter for Buresh

Esteemed Master Buresh
Given our good relationship, I would like to ask a small favour of you. The bearer of this letter is one Henry of Skalitz, the eldest son and sole heir of a wealthy mining family, who have decided to invest their fortune in a smelting business alongside their silver mines.
I would be very grateful if you would allow Henry to visit your works and get to know the smelting operation up close, so to speak. His family has significant influence in the Sasau region and you would certainly find it useful to befriend him.
I shall be in your debt
Christian of Pisek

A short letter from the wife of Markvart von Aulitz.

My dearest Husband and Lord.
With sorrow and immense pain, I read the lines about your injury. I curse the Devil of Kunstadt for his treachery and cowardice. Every day I pray for your recovery and that you return as soon as possible, because my heart and the hearts of our daughters are tormented by great sorrow and longing. I have had a holy mass said and donated ten thousand groschen so that a prayer for your recovery is uttered every day until you return.
May the Lord be favorable to us and return you to my loving arms as soon as possible.
Yours forever faithful, Agnes.

A letter to an unknown servant, who clearly can read.

If you have already completed your task, I will need you back at my estate as soon as possible. It seems our enemies have found a way to harm us right under Trosky. I need your cunning and skills to deal with them swiftly. No one in the region knows you, and we must take advantage of that. Arrive preferably at night.

A piece of paper from the scribe Erazim posted next to his door at Trosky.

He that seeketh me in the scriptorium, and cannot find me, let him know that I am writing for Sir Otto in the Knights’ Hall.

A short letter from an unknown Moravian nobleman.

Dear friend, the time has come to finally push the League of Lords against the wall. Their arrogance is outrageous! I managed to persuade Margrave Jobst to join our side. He himself had to admit that, whoever his royal cousin Wenceslas might be, a country without a king benefits only leeches like von Bergow or von Rosenberg.
Therefore I urge you to go to Trosky, recruit more men for our cause there, and, above all, force Otto von Bergow to withdraw from Prague. I know you will not let me down. I know that when you start something, you finish it. I hope to see you soon. God bless you!

Letter from Vavak

Dear Master Buresh
Further to our previous conversation, I must express my satisfaction that the irregularities at the Horschan mines have been taken care of. Let us hope that the difficulties that have been plaguing us for the past few weeks will not repeat. I continue to have full confidence in you and your men.
The revenue from our small venture is growing, so I decided to increase your net pay. The payments for the use of the privileges that you enjoy as the owner of the smelter in Grund will remain in the full amount for the time being, insofar as you pay them from your net earnings, which have recently considerably increased thanks in part to my activities outside the mint.
I am very busy right now, so we will not be meeting at the usual place by OG at the usual time. Give our dear artists my greetings and make sure they have everything they need. Let Volkmar take care of it.
Ulrich Vavak von Neuhaus
Hermes Trismegistos

A letter from Francesco Petrarca to Anna of Schweidnitz.

In Milan, on 23 May 1358

It is with gratitude and reverent joy that I have received your letter, most glorious Empress. I consider it a miracle that at such a young age and in such a prominent position, you possess the unusual and rare gift of wisdom and humanity, and have chosen to allow me, unworthy as I am, one of your many subjects in all the world, the privilege of sharing with you the joy of such a momentous event in your life.

For the birth of your daughter I thank not Lucina, as is customary, for the ancient pagans did not yet know the nature of the world, but Christ, the Lord of light and life and all that is good. I praise your maturity, which is a blessing not only for yourself but also for the whole kingdom.

Do not be sad that your first child is female. The Almighty did not create woman to be despised. Indeed, all earthly rulers have been born from women. And remember, those of humble beginnings are the most favoured by destiny.

You need to keep track of money. Especially the money we don’t have.

The most honourable man and commander of the military camp by Kuttenberg, the noble lord Grozav of Borumlaca, hereby confirms by this letter that he has received the sum of six threescores from the cuman Chertan, and is therefore obliged to pay his debt duly.
The noble lord of Borumlaca further promises that he will not use any goods or cattle to repay his debt, in return for which the cuman Chertan has promised not to sell the note and not to mention its existence.

Notes of the knight Taras Mura, found in the mines near Old Kutna.

I, Taras Mura, a servant of God, bound by covenant, guard the pit of hell in the mines of Old Kutna. In the endless darkness, let this record serve me as a proof of the days spent here in the service of God.

A document in which Eldris, the gun forger, records the supply routes of gunpowder.

Deliveries for letzte month:

1. Two barrels - Tábor

2. Keg and a half - Kolin

• the wagoner didn’t have a covered wagon and it rained on it! (pay only Hälfte)

3. One keg - Tábor

4. Two barrels - Tábor

5. Two barrels - Kolin

That Arschloch Whisker wants to carry the gunpowder to the camp himself! He wishes! Soon they’ll be busy in Bohunowitz as in Kuttenberg…

A signed charter expressing admiration for the Bailiff Thrush from Troskowitz.

God-fearing charcoal burner Karel of Hudlice, Zbyněk LXIX. Zelený, tamer Patrik of Kremnica, Count Faragula, monk Bademus, who threw a stone into the water, grinder Míra, Josef Rozbitý, Filip Rozbitý, Anna Rozbitá, Karel Rozbitý, Ivana Rozbitá, and brickmaker Martin

with this epistle, eternally before the eyes of God, express their gratitude to Bailiff Thrush from Troskowitz for the largest collection of bugs dedicated to the aforementioned bestiary scholars.

Ars Longa, Vita Brevis

A piece of paper carried by Hynek the ‘Greaser’, a former thief.

A vineyard in the town? Strange, but who knows!
And yet there it is, quite nearby.
By the water that gushes, now listen and try
to keep your eyes open, so that you can tell
shortly after the midday bell,
you’ll find us where the shadow goes.

A love letter whose contents only Regina understands.

Dear Mistress of the chambers. Persevere.
We shall soon escape the dungeon of those two women.
Cursed fate, however, has placed an obstacle in my way.
The heat of the Lightbringer’s potion is working, and I can feel my insides being reborn.
But when the last remnants of old age left my body, something else was washed away with them.
My damned clumsiness. It has sent all of the Lightbringer’s secrets into the void.
But fear not. I shall get them back.
May this be the first task on the road to your liberation.

A love poem that a miner dedicated to me when I promised to help him write a letter. I don’t think it’s a very good love poem. It’s a pretty nasty thing.

How many miles you’ve wandered,
at such a gruelling pace.
Rest your feet, dear maiden,
sit here upon my face.
Leave me gasping for breath,
Torture and torment me.
I shall drown in your lap
And drink and drink a-plenty.
Let me lap the drops of dew
That trickle down your leg.
Kindly sit, dear maiden,
Do not make me beg!
How many miles you’ve travelled,
I pray thee stop and stand,
As upright and as cheerful
As my little man!

A short brief letter from Lord Sokol of Lamberg bearing a coat of arms with a goat head.

My dear friend, unfortunately we will not meet as planned because the recent events in the Kingdom of Hungary have forced me to stay in Moravia. Of course, I cannot entrust more details to letters, but I am sure you will understand what I mean when I say the hunters are already gathering and the fox hunt will soon begin.
Along with the letter, I send you my shield, as there is no need to hide anymore, but rather to openly show what side are we on. May my coat of arms with a goat head bring you good luck and protect you in your righteous fight. God bless you!
Jan Sokol of Lamberg bearing a coat of arms with a goat head

An unfinished list of food and drink needed for the wedding feast.

20 geese
40 ducks Bailiff Thrush
80 hens Bailiff Thrush
60 chickens
4 young slaughter cattle
12 young piglets for slaughter
8 fattening pigs Bailiff Thrush
10 pheasants and the same number of partridges
5 boar
6 of roe
3 of deer
3 kegs of pickled herring Bailiff Thrush
3 kegs of small fish
3 buckets of wheat and half in flour
a bucket of rye and half of barley Bailiff Thrush
10 smoked hams
8 hams salted Bailiff Thrush
10 troughs of salt and half a poppy seed and honeydew
8 kegs of Jicin beer Bailiff Thrush
8 kegs of beer from Beata Bailiff Thrush
6 kegs of beer from Turnov
2 barrels of Riesling wine Bailiff Thrush
2 casks of Hungarian wine
and half a quintal of cottage cheese… also Thrush

A letter from King Sigismund of Luxembourg to Captain Markvart, in which he commissions him to pursue the miscreants from the Italian Court.

We, Sigismund of Luxembourg, King of Hungary, Croatia and Bohemia
commission the Prague Captain Markvart von Aulitz with the task of tracking down and capturing the miscreants who attacked and disgracefully ravaged the Italian Court in Kutná Hora, taking many lives of royal officials and treacherously stealing silver belonging to the Bohemian king. If any nobleman or commoner is caught aiding in this vile act, let them be executed without mercy. For the capture of these bandits, I promise my servant a reward equal to one-quarter of the stolen silver, another two-quarters to cover the costs and damages associated with this task and the remaining portion to be calculated and returned to the mint in Kuttenberg.
Laid down in Kuttenberg A.D. 1403 in June
Sigismundus rex Hunganorum

A strange verse, probably referring to a certain place in Kuttenberg.

A Proper Scholar Guards His Sources of Inspiration

Here on the north wall top
Sir Knight Pail von Bucket
Guarded the growing hops.
Now a shaft is all he can look at.

That must have been a torture live.

My whistle carved from willow,
Ah, it’s such a fine thing.
On it my sweetheart loves to blow,
lying down or standing.
Ey ey ey - lying down or standing!
She blows and then she blows again,
my little whistle goes hard,
my darling jumps for joy then.
She says I am her bard.
Ey ey ey - she says I am her bard!

Letter from Jobst of Luxembourg to Wenceslas IV

in Prague, February 6th, 1397

Jobst, the Margrave of Moravia, promises to Wenceslas, the King of Rome and Bohemia:

to open castles and towns if necessary, and not to appoint officials in the Duchy of Görlitz, Lusatia, Bautzen and the Bailiwick of Zittau, which the King has granted to him with appurtenances, and, for this, the King grants to him the Margraviate of Brandenburg, the Duchy of Luxembourg and the Bailiwick of Alsace with appurtenances, on the further specified conditions of succession.

Some old scribbled notes from Seneschal Ambrose on the fire investigation.

Find out where the fire started!
This limping man from New Town brought pots of oil to the hospital. I have to find him!
Provost Matthew suddenly fell ill. Was he collaborating?
The body of Squire Jacob was never found. No skeleton was two fingers short!
The brothers had a secret… Blackmail? Who was blackmailing?
The two strange imperial relics were lost.
Where do the clues lead… who betrayed?
The spider didn’t come to a familiar place. Has he disappeared or is he dead?

A tear-out sheet with the names of the horses and their sale price.

Kittel – sold to mine foreman Hanikerzh by Vondraschek for 5 and a half Sch. and 1 groschen.
Snout and Digger – horses with glanders sold to the whim operator Heralt for 1 Sch.
Karapal – sold to Valek for 4 Sch. groschen.
Silky – blind in both eyes, sold to Kotz for 45 groschen.
Kolin Boy – sold to Shtefek for half a Sch.
Doggy – exchanged for Greylocks with horse trader Hashtal.
Hauler, Dragfoot, Cauldrun – sold to the whims of Sir Christian of Pisek for 8 and a half Sch. and 1 groschen.
White Arse – to the blacksmith in Rothpetschkau for 5 bushels of oats and 3 Sch. of straw bundles.

A strange verse, probably referring to a certain place in Kuttenberg.

A Proper Scholar Honours the Imperial Majesty.

The imperial crown,
Without a doubt
Cannot a bird’s nest be.
For everyone will wonder,
What’s this for majesty?
But when there’s nowhere left to try
And birds must build their nestson high
Let it at least a kingfisher’s be.
A sparrow’s is not what we want to see.

A few lines full of important reports from the Hungarian Bishop Thomas of the city of Erlau.

My Good Friend,
I pray for your health and write to you on an important matter. Palatine Nicholas Gorjanski unfortunately remains loyal to King Sigismund and has finally persuaded Pipo Spanu to depart with an envoy to your cousin. Unfortunately, we do not know where Pipo is or whether he has actually set off, but it is clear that there is little time left. We therefore beseech you, gracious friend, to take all the agreed measures as there is no time to lose.
Signed in Gran A.D. 1403 on the third day before the Nones of June
Thomas Ludanicz, Bishop of Eger

Why was Stephen Crow carrying this in his pocket?

Feathered Friend,
The folk who live in the Boot are restless. Time is short and the Fox is gathering strength. The house of pepper must burn! Tonight is the last chance. The Old Cat, the Gambler and the Groom are expendable - prepare for the worst. None is more silent than he whose lips have tasted the Kiss.
Await the next message the day after tomorrow in the same place as always.
Friends of the Lad from the Boot.

Sir Taras Mura’s notes, found in the mines near Old Kutna.

In the darkness I hear weeping and gnashing of teeth. I can’t hold them in much longer. The voices of demons scratch at my soul like swords at my helmet.
I can’t take off my armour. I am never safe. Lord, protect me! They’re everywhere. I can smell their burnt flesh again. I don’t want to become one of them. The demons of hell are always calling my name. It sounds like the trumpet of the Last Judgment.

Notes of Knight Taras Mura, found in the mines near Old Kutna.

I’m cold. I had to dismantle some of the scaffolding to get firewood.
It’s always cold in the mines, but there’s a freezing draft coming from the shaft where I get my food now. Soon the first snow will come since I descended into the mines. My ministry shouldn’t last much longer.
I have armed the passages of the pit with crosses and God is with me. The stench pouring from the pit leaves no doubt of the presence of hell.
I remain your humble servant, Lord, and beg for mercy for my sins.
I, Taras Mura, am the shield of God.

A strange list of raw materials for Miller Krejzl.

I, the renowned Hermes Trismegistos, offer through my agents for exchange:

Various alums - 4 Mk 1 Sch Gr
White vitriol - 1 Lot 4 Sch Gr
Green vitriol (from Gorany) - 1 Lot 5 Sch Gr
Vitriol Vallis Sanctae Mariae - 1 Ferton 10 Sch Gr
Oleum sulfuris - 1 Mk 12 Sch Gr
1 Mark = 4 Fertons = 16 Lots = 64 Quintles

A Vassal charter from Lord von Bergow for the the Großskal custodian Otte Koch.

We wish to make known our will to you, and we call you as a good servant to fulfill your duties to keep your vassal promise. Arrive in three days with your armed band at the castle of Trosky and be of help to us in fighting the evil bandits who have long plundered and bitterly plagued our region.
Signed Otto III von Bergow

A hastily scribbled letter addressed to Christian of Pisek.

To the hands of Sir Christian of Pisek, the mint master of the Royal Mint at the Italian Court.

If you’re reading these lines, know that I’m long out of town. I know you, you sycophant, have had your eye on my position for a long time. It’s yours, you lined rat! I wish it to you with all my heart! And I’m almost sorry I won’t see your face when you find out where I left you the key!
The only thing left is to wish you to enjoy your new title with honour, it won’t last long anyway.

Let the Italian Court sink into the ground, the City Council choke on the monastery wine, the secret enterprise be revealed, and you and your brother hang from the same beam.
P.S. Fuck you, fuck the key, fuck everything!

Letter of nobility with the seal and signature of the lord of Straz with a commission for the Captain Dub.

I hereby authorize my servant, Captain Bushek, called Oak, to represent me in my vassal duties to Lord von Bergow. Let him be in charge of the armed company and share in any booty.
Set down by Knight Hynek von Platz

Part of the draft of the marriage contract between the lord of Semine and bailiff Thrush, a free farmer from Troskowitz.

On the part of the free magistrate Drozda, the marriage of his daughter is to be secured by the yearly proceeds of ten corners of corn or half of that given on anything else, and half a penny from the possession of the hereditary fast. And all this is to pass outright to the children who come of the union.
On the part of Mr. of Semin, the covenant is supported by the whole of the property which shall pass to his son Oldrich, except such property as shall be acquired afterwards, or shall fall to the gift for the salvation of the soul of Mr. John of Semin.

A few lines full of important reports from the Hungarian Bishop Thomas of the city of Erlau.

My good friend,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, and I bless you and your wife Agnieszka. I have just returned from Gran, where the gracious Archbishop Jan Kanižský informed me of the will of His Holiness Pope Boniface IX to support the legitimate claims of Ladislaus of Naples, who by his father is the rightful heir to the Hungarian crown. You know well how the imperial interests of your esteemed cousin overly strain the treasury while failing to provide the guarantees we need against the Ottoman threat in the south.
Signed in Erlau A.D. 1403 on the third day before the Ides of May
Thomas Ludanicz, Bishop of Eger

Vassal letter with the seal of the lord von Bergov for Hanko Goathead, the bailiff of Turnau.

We hereby call upon our subjects of the town of Turnau to fulfill their duty to send their armed troops to the castle of Trosky within three days. There it will assist us in combating the evil captors who have long been plundering and bitterly harassing our region.
Signed Otto III von Bergow

Commission from Sir Otto von Bergow for Bailiff Thrush

We, Otto III von Bergow,
due to the increase in violent acts, attacks and robberies in our domain, command Bailiff Thrush of Trosky to immediately punish by death anyone caught in the act without hesitation. Exceptions shall be made in cases where interrogation and testimony from the miscreant can prevent further heinous acts.
Furthermore, I commission the bailiff to investigate the band sent by our enemies into the region to harm our people, threaten their lives,and seize their property. These hired scoundrels must be captured and their leader brought to Trosky Castle in irons.
Finally, I order that the watchmen go on patrol in full armour, and be paid double wages for their watch, and special rewards for capturing criminals.
Set down in Prague A.D. 1403