the Friday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Jitka Polner was weeping again about her aunt Isabel's iron shears being taken. I told her to kick the door down, dear. It is no use crying over stolen iron if you will not fight for it.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 118v
Annabel Cooper
wool carder of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I earn my own keep and rely on no man to put bread in my mouth. If I had my good iron tools back I could earn twice as much, but the world is full of thieving magpies.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things Annabel Cooper had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the feast of St Philip and St James, at None
My palms are bleeding again from these splintered wooden combs the weavers lend me. Rosa Smith walked past me today, smiling and claiming I practically gave my iron ones away. I swear by Christ's wounds, one day I will skin her with them.
- Rosa Smith
You said I could use them for the fleece, dear. You never said when I had to finish.
Nota scribaeShe tapped her foot the entire time I wrote this.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
Bozhena Hunter is screaming at old Benesh over a splashed skirt. She thinks she is a grand lady, but she is shouting at a cripple in a street full of pig shit. It gives me a headache.
- Bozhena Hunter
The sour old bastard ruined my best hem, Annabel. Mind your own blistered hands.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Prime
Gerta Braun pawned her padded gambeson to Rosa. She is an absolute idiot. Rosa will sell it to some passing Hungarian soldier before the town muster, and Gerta will have nothing but empty hands and a cold back.
Gerta BraunI needed the coin, Annabel. Rosa promised she would hold it until Pentecost.
- Annabel Cooper
Rosa promises many things, dear. Look at my combs.
Nota scribaeDictated by the communal well. The water was very cold.
the morrow of Candlemas, at Sext
Rosa Smith begged to borrow my fine iron-toothed carding combs, the ones that cost me three years of saving. She swore she only needed them for a single fleece. I handed them over like a soft-headed fool.
- Ella Richter
You should have kept them hidden. Coin and iron are best kept out of sight.
Nota scribaeShe used a word for Rosa that a priest should not write down.
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It is easy for you to speak of kicking doors down, Annabel. Have you marched into Rosa's room for your combs yet?
That is entirely different, dear. I am biding my time.