seamstress of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I sit by the window with my needles and watch the road. If only a messenger would come with news of Lene.”
Things Lucy Baker had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the third day of May, at Vespers
The merchants passing through today said the roads are thick with soldiers still. I asked them if they came by Lene's village, but they only laughed and told me to get out of the street. I pray she is safe. The Virgin must protect her.
Nota scribaeThe woman wept for the duration of this entry.
the Tuesday after St Mark, at None
Mary Weaver came by to talk. I had to hide my best needles in my bodice before I let her in. I am too poor to replace them if they should go walking out the door with her.
I have needles of my own, Lucy! I came to see if you had any news, but I'll save my breath next time.
the eve of St George, at Prime
Poor Kethe has lost her mother's carved bone thimble. I know the ache of losing a piece of your family. It is a terrible thing to have nothing left to hold onto.
Thank you, Lucy. It was the only thing I had of my mother's, God rest her.
I bet that clerk Sebastian lost it in a wager. You shouldn't trust a man with dice in his pocket.
the second day of Easter week, at Sext
I asked Drahomira Green if she would take a letter to the villages, just to tell Lene I am alive, if she is there to read it. She said no. This town makes people hard.
I have my own work to do, Lucy! I cannot be walking into burnt lands just on the hope of finding someone.
You could have asked around for me. It wouldn't cost you a penny to ask.
Nota scribaeShe asked me to write the letter to her sister first, but she had no coin to pay for the parchment.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
Clara and Adelheid are fighting about the landlord Hans and the roof leaking again. I cannot care about wet shingles when I do not know if my sister is alive or dead in the snow.
You will care when the rain ruins your sewing and you have nothing to eat, Lucy.
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They don't care about us, Lucy. They only care about the toll and keeping their boots out of the mud.