housekeeper, of Grunta
“I keep the house here for my husband William at the first gate. It is an honest life, though the work never truly ends.”
Things Emma had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of St Urban, at Vespers
I counted the pennies in the clay jar hidden in the dairy today. Still not enough to pay a Kuttenberg stonemason for a proper carved marker for my late mother. I must save more from the egg money, though I know William would buy seed if he found it.
Nota scribaeShe wiped her hands on her apron the entire time she spoke.
the feast of St Pancras, at Terce
My husband carries Gilbert's rusty axe around the yard like a lord. It makes me wince to see it. I wish he would just hand the tool back to the man and stop shouting at him. The farm is bleeding respect under all this anger.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Young Thomas was sick again from the sour cabbage. I slipped him an extra heel of bread when William was looking the other way. The poor lad works far too hard to be toiling on an empty belly.
God bless you, mistress. The bread stayed down, at least, and gave me strength for the afternoon.
Nota scribaeShe spoke very quietly, lest the husband hear her confession of stolen bread.
Mid-Lent, at Sext
I saw Captain Welvara on the road today. He always looks worn to the bone. The soldiers take their toll on the land, and here I am mixing coarse flour with sawdust just to make the bread stretch until the next harvest.
The roads are no place for a good Christian these days. Keep your gates barred tight, mistress.
Candlemas, at None
The priest says the Pope in Rome wants our days written down. I only wish he had asked before my mother Cecily died, so her words could be kept. She lies in Kuttenberg with only a wooden cross to mark the earth, and the priest will soon forget where.
May she rest with the saints. The wood will last long enough, Emma.
Nota scribaeShe did not curse once, which is a rare mercy in this village today.
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What egg money is this? We need every copper for the fields, Emma.
Just a few lost pennies I found in the straw, husband. Nothing to trouble yourself over.