weaver of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I work the heavy loom from dawn to dusk just to keep a roof over my head.”
Things Adleta Miller had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Monday after Ascension, at Vespers
The muster draws near and Walpurg still will not show me the padded jack and iron cap I paid her good silver for. She is stubborn as a mule. By Saint James, if the clerks put me in the pillory for lacking gear, I will never forgive her.
Nota scribaeDictated at the loom. She wiped her hands on her apron the entire time.
the eve of Saint Philip and James, at None
I stood by the tavern with Eve Field today. We are sensible women, paying for our war gear early, yet we both suffer stubborn neighbours. Eve gave her silver to Zlata and Agnes and sees nothing for it either. It is a wicked shame.
My late mother Hedvika would have wept to see honest silver vanish so.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
My hands are raw from the coarse thread. The German merchants pay pennies for good cloth, so I must take on more piece-work to pay my rent. Saint James preserve my back, for the loom is heavy and the room is full of cold draughts.
Aye, the merchants grow fatter while we go blind.
the Friday before Laetare Sunday, at Terce
They say Sigismund's soldiers are causing a mess on the roads. Now the council demands we equip men for Saint John's feast. I paid my share to be safe from the fines, but the trouble of it all makes my head spin.
It is the war, Adleta. Everything is dearer and everyone is afraid.
Nota scribaeShe spoke very fast and I had to ask her to slow her tongue.
Candlemas, at Sext
I lent my best flax-breaker to Cunne Friedrich this morning. It cost me a month of work to buy. She swore to bring it back before dusk, but the bells have rung and I see neither her nor my tool.
I only need it a few days more, Adleta. Do not make a fuss.
I need it to prepare the flax properly, Cunne. Bring it to my door.
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Hold your tongue, Adleta. You will see it when the time comes.