Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 384v
Portrait of Hedvika

Hedvika

maidservant of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg

“I work the taverns for men with silver, not dirt. I keep myself clean and my purse closed.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Hedvika had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the Tuesday before Ascension, at None

That snivelling thief Berchta pawned my padded Cuman coat to Veit for scraps, and now Veit has gone to Prague. If I do not have it back before the soldiers muster, I will beat her bloody.

  • Berchta
    Berchta

    I was freezing to death! You threw it over me in the night!

  • Hedvika
    Hedvika

    It was a loan, you stupid cow, not a gift to sell.

Nota scribaeDictated in the upper town. She pointed a stiff finger at the inkhorn.

the Thursday after Easter, at Terce

Kunigunde gave me a clean tin plate for my nameday last autumn. Now her back aches and she wants it back to pawn for cheap ale. A gift is a gift. She can have it for ten groschen, not a penny less.

  • Kunigunde
    Kunigunde

    Dietrich ruined my spine, have some pity on an old woman. It was only ever lent.

Easter Monday, at Prime

The taverns are full of Hungarians and mercenaries. They are rough whoresons, but they pay in silver and leave good gear behind. Better them than the dirt-poor miners who stink of the earth and have nothing but copper.

  • Lettice Green
    Lettice Green

    They drink enough, that is certain. Keep your purse tight around them.

Nota scribaeShe spent some time patching her skirt before speaking.

the first week of Lent, at Compline

I lent my silver-backed comb to Avice at Candlemas so she could look decent. She gave it to Walpurg, and now Walpurg will not return it. I am not begging for my own property.

  • Avice
    Avice

    I am sorry, Hedvika. I drank too much and she took it from me.

  • Walpurg
    Walpurg

    I need it to court merchants here. You have no grand use for it.

Nota scribaeShe swore heavily throughout this complaint.

the Monday after Candlemas, at Sext

Albrecht came for the Sunday rent. I had my copper ready, as always. Half the fools in the cellar were weeping and begging for time. Work for your coin like Elsbeth and you will not freeze in the snow.

  • Sibyl
    Sibyl

    Easy for you to say, the soldiers give you their silver.

  • Elsbeth (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Elsbeth

    It is hard work scrubbing, but it pays the rent sure enough.

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