animal seller of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I sell poultry and pigs down in the lower markets. When I am not driven half mad by my own flesh and blood, that is.”
Things Alice Gold had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at Terce
I am staying in my room and I will not open the door. Margery Turner sent another fool to knock and ask if I have choked on my ale. Mind your own business, woman. I want peace from the clatter.
Nota scribaeDictated through a locked door. She sounded thoroughly drunk and spilled ale under the timber.
the second day of May, at Vespers
Christ's wounds, the girl will be the death of me. I told Adela if she looks at that dice-tossing layabout Peshek again, she goes in the cellar. Now she does nothing but weep. Good riddance to him, stuck up in the upper gatehouse with the watch.
He is a handsome lad, Alice. You are too hard on her. She should follow her heart.
Keep your foolish thoughts to yourself, Anna. A handsome face does not buy bread.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext
If I hear Matilda Brown whine about her sister Mary one more time, I will scream. We all lost kin and coin to the fever and the Hungarians this winter. Stop begging for messengers to the Trosky road and count your blessings.
You have a stone for a heart, Alice Gold. Mary is all the family I have left.
St Gregory's day, at Prime
Saw Rosa Taylor's girl Alice shouting back at her today. Absolute disgrace. If that were my daughter showing such defiance in the street, I'd have beaten her black and blue. The times are making the young forget their place entirely.
Mind your own pigs, old woman.
Nota scribaeThe ink nearly froze in my pot while she ranted about the youth.
Candlemas, at None
Sold six fat geese down by the lower markets. The soldiers didn't get these ones, praise be. A good day's coin, but my back aches from hauling the cages through the winter mud.
I need a good bird for Sunday, save me one if the soldiers do not steal it first.
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I only worry you will burn the place down with a forgotten candle!
Let her sit in the dark. I hate her.