washerwoman of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I keep my head down and scrub the soot from the miners' shirts. It burns the hands, but it buys my bread.”
Things Isabel had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
The Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
The horns will sound for the spring muster in a few days. Captain William expects his men in their padded jacks. I have absolutely nothing to give back to the watch, and my stomach is tied in knots just thinking of the pillory.
Nota scribaeThe girl kept wringing her skirt hem the entire time she spoke.
The feast of St Philip and St James, at Sext
Joseph the pawnbroker has locked his door and gone to Prague for a month. He took the keys with him. I only pray he returns before the captain calls the men to the courtyard.
The third day of Easter week, at None
I trusted Cecily to hold a militiaman's kit for me, and she pawned it for her own purse. Now I have nothing to give the watchmen when they ask. How could one of our own do such a thing to a friend?
The third week of Lent, at Prime
Poor Adleta died of the winter fever. The wash-troughs feel terribly empty without her there to show us how to mend the heavy canvas. The water is freezing my cracked hands today, and my heart is heavy.
God rest her soul. She was a kind woman and a hard worker.
Nota scribaeShe asked for a moment to wipe her eyes before continuing.
The day after Candlemas, at Terce
The landlord threatened to throw me out into the snow if I did not pay my arrears this morning. I had to make a terrible choice to keep a roof over my head. May the Lord forgive me for what I gave away.
Times are hard for us all, Isabel. At least you are warm tonight.
Nota scribaeDictated in the lower town. She spoke so quietly I had to ask her to repeat herself twice.
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Christ almighty, girl, stop shaking and figure it out before the captain has us all flogged.
Do not fret so much, Isabel. We still have the good jack I gave you to hold safely.
Aye, Mabel. Praise be for that.