noblewoman awaiting passage, of Kuttenberg
“I am a woman of birth, currently enduring a dreadful courtyard until I can secure fitting transport away from Kuttenberg.”
Things Anna of Wysoka had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Thursday after Ascension, at Prime
I have counted the coin in my stocking again. Thirty groschen. I still lack twenty for a decent riding horse. I will not subject myself to a farmer's cart like some common peasant. The wait is agonizing, but dignity must be maintained.
Nota scribaeShe brushed imaginary dust from her sleeve three times while dictating.
the feast of St Philip and St James, at Terce
The noise from the ground floor is intolerable. Matilda and Grete complain of damp without end, while the landlord Casper remains in Prague, ignoring his duties to us all. A true gentleman would see the stairs swept.
The cellar is rotting my goods! Casper is a greedy fool.
Sweep them yourself if you have the time to look out the window all day.
St George's day, at None
I was humiliated today on the church steps by Milada, a mere baker's wife! She refused to yield the path, shook flour dust directly onto my good cloak, and laughed. I demand a public apology on those very steps. I shall not speak a word to her until it is done.
The steps are for everyone, your ladyship. I'll apologize when pigs bake pies.
I will not even acknowledge that crude utterance. Let it stand as proof of her low breeding.
Nota scribaeThe lady was trembling with rage and crossed her arms tightly across her chest.
the second Wednesday of Lent, at Compline
Once again I must lock my door and endure the shouting of Standa and John in the tavern nearby. They are loud brutes who drink their wages and argue over nothing. It is a disgrace that persons of quality must live so close to such behavior.
We are drinking to poor Vitek. Have some respect for the dead, lady.
Candlemas, at Sext
I spent the morning picking loose threads from my blue dress. The war has made beggars of us all, but I refuse to let the yard see me looking anything less than what I am. King Wenceslas's absence is felt most keenly when one must buy a small piece of cheese for dinner.
Nota scribaeShe asked that 'beggars' be struck out, then asked for it to be put back.
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It is terribly difficult, Anna, but surely a cart is better than staying here forever?
You could walk, my lady. The mud doesn't care about your blood.