the eve of St Philip and St James, at Compline
My hands are stained blue and my forearms ache like fire. I finished ten heavy coats today while the other girls stood about gossiping. Enneleyn Thal still has my smoothing iron. Kurva! I will not give Katherine her shears until I have my iron back.
Nota scribaeDictated at her bench in the dark. She shouted the curse very loudly.

Your iron is perfectly safe. I only need it to finish one last hem by Sunday.
You said that at Easter. Bring it to the yard tomorrow morning.