lady of a modest manor, of On the roads
“I maintain my late father's lands and keep our name respectable, though it costs more silver than the earth yields.”
Things Eleanor of Kuklitz had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
The spring muster approaches and my purse is dreadfully light. The Kuttenberg merchants are merciless when a lady requires her pawned property returned. I must scrape together the groschen to redeem a certain bascinet, or I am ruined.
Nota scribaeDictated with a rigidly straight back. Her fingers were indeed stained with gall ink.
the Tuesday after the Invention of the Cross, at None
Young William of Horschan still has the fine pruning saw he borrowed at Candlemas. Every time I see him at a hunt, he has a new excuse. It cost a month's yields and my orchard desperately needs it.
The blade just needed oiling, Eleanor. You shall have it back before St John's day, God willing.
God willing, William, or I shall come and cut the branches myself.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Matilda was at Mass today, brazenly flaunting a fine mail shirt that I paid for from my own purse last autumn. I would demand it back, but I am not yet ready to return a certain helmet she left in my keeping.
A fair exchange for the winter, I thought! Though I do miss my bascinet. Is it kept safe?
It is exactly where I left it, Matilda.
Nota scribaeShe paused here to rub her thumb against her index finger for some time.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Sext
Rode the palfrey out to the eastern boundary stones. The spring mud is thick and there are King Sigismund's soldiers on the road. I kept my posture straight and rode past, but my heart hammered like a smith's anvil.
Praise be you were not stopped, Eleanor. The roads are not fit for us just now with these Hungarians about.
the week of Candlemas, at Terce
The winter shortfall is severe. The roof in the great hall leaks onto my father's oak desk, and a good harness costs more than my tenants pay in a year. I must find silver in Kuttenberg to see us through until the thaw.
Nota scribaeDictated while tallying a ledger. The lady did not look up from her numbers.
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Proper management requires foresight, Eleanor. I warned you against dealing with townsfolk when silver is scarce.