Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 404v
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Sybil

maidservant at normalni Statek, of Bylany

“I do the work of two men for the wages of none, waiting for what is owed me.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Sybil had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers

Another week and still not a single groschen from Joseph. He blames the market, but I know the lockbox is bare. I cross my arms and ask for my coin, and he gives me nothing but cabbage stew. Christ almighty, I will have my pay or my reference.

  • Joseph
    Joseph

    You will get your coin when the harvest is in, woman. Hold your tongue.

Nota scribaeDictated while scrubbing pots with river sand. The girl spat on my boots.

the feast of Saint Pancras, at None

Emma is weeping again over that fool Hugh who went to Prague. I reckon he has drunk whatever he earned by now, but I let her prattle on. It makes Joseph furious to even hear the man's name, which brings me some joy in this draughty house.

  • Emma (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Emma

    He will come back with a heavy purse, you will see!

the first day of May, at Prime

Up before the cock crows to break the ice on the bucket. Margery was awake all night muttering prayers to Our Lady of Sedletz. She fears the coughing sickness will take us all like it took her sister Katherine. I pity the woman, but prayers do not chop firewood.

  • Margery (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Margery

    A broken vow brings a heavy toll, Sybil. You should pray with me.

Nota scribaeThe priest's decree was explained again. She seemed to think the Pope owes her wages.

the Wednesday after Saint George, at Sext

My back is broken from weeding the cabbage patch. Since they took Martin away for the levy before Easter, I am doing the work of two men. I told Joseph no man in Bylany could match my pace, and he nodded, but a nod does not buy bread.

  • Joseph
    Joseph

    Less talking to the clerk and more hauling water, girl.

Saint George's day, at Vespers

I took the place at Normalni statek today. Joseph promised a fair wage for my sweat, and I mean to save enough groschen to get a place in a Kuttenberg burgher's house. I will work hard, but I will not be cheated.

Nota scribaeRecorded in the yard. She crossed her arms tightly the whole time.

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