runner of errands, of Kuttenberg
“I run from one end of Kuttenberg to the other so I do not have to listen to my grandfather shout.”
Things Cecily Marsh had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Wednesday before Whitsun, at None
I have searched every market stall by the mint twice over. If anyone found a small ribbon in the dirt, please return it before my grandfather Heinz notices my bare neck and scolds me to death.
Nota scribaeShe paced the entire time she dictated this and spoke too fast.
the second day of May, at Terce
William asked me to take another message to the tanner's yard. I do not mind the walk, but if my father Nicholas finds out I am carrying words to Emma, he will lock me inside forever.
Just keep your voice down when you leave the gate, Cecily, I beg you.
What words? That common girl is beneath our bloodline.
the week after Easter, at Vespers
Poor Kunigunde is scrubbing our floors while weeping over the nineteen kopy Father Clement took from her Jarda's hiding place. The church gets a new roof and the widow starves. It is a cruel world.
The silver was found under the altar, child. It belongs to God and his church.
My Jarda hid it there to keep it safe from thieves, not priests.
Nota scribaeDictated in a whisper near the baker's stall.
the feast of St Joseph, at Sext
Claus and Heinz are shouting about Great-grandfather Peter's land again. They have been at it for four years. I bought a heel of bread and ate it in the street just to get away from the noise.
He claimed the far strip that was rightfully mine, and I will not let it rest.
I am trying to carve a wooden top here, let there be peace.
Candlemas, at Prime
My sister Alice groaned in her sleep all night. The bitter frost makes her crushed hand stiff. God punish Geoffrey for driving that wagon so carelessly and fleeing to Prague. She suffers while he breathes free air.
Hush, Cecily. I have forgiven him, and the anger only eats at your own heart.
Nota scribaeThe girl looked as tired as an old dog.
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What is this about a bare neck? Get back to the house, girl.