cloth cutter, of Kuttenberg
“I cut cloth so the tailors don't ruin it. And I'd do it perfectly if a certain smiling thief gave back what she borrowed.”
Things Kona Mason had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Monday after Whitsun, at Vespers
My hands are cramped to buggery and I spent half the day pulling this bloody hemp string tight to measure a simple cloak. If I ruin one piece of good wool, the master will have me out. All because Marushka is too busy smiling at the soldiers to give back a simple cord.
Nota scribaeShe pointed a pair of very large iron shears at me while dictating this.
the eve of Ascension, at Sext
Just watched Magdalena Ebner screaming at Katherine, while Enneleyn shouted at both of them. One has shears, one has an iron, one has a brush. What a pack of fools. Never lend a tool to a neighbour. It's not like my cord, which was Christian charity to a liar.
It's entirely different! Katherine needs to learn respect for other people's property.
You've been telling us about this cord since the snow was on the ground, Kona. Leave it be.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Bread is dearer again. The carters say the roads north are full of men with spears taking the grain. Let them take it, I say, just leave the wool alone. Saw little Elishka with a candle burning half the night. That stepfather of hers drinks what she earns, I swear it.
Francis is a good man, he just has a powerful thirst. The work is steady enough.
the Friday before Laetare Sunday, at Terce
Dorothy Thrush is screaming at her father again about that penniless carter Simon. He's gone with the army baggagemen, he's not coming back with a purse full of groschen. Why waste breath? And Klara crying over a thimble. Water is for drinking or washing, not crying.
You know nothing about it! Simon promised, and he's an honest man!
It was my mother's thimble. Hedvika left me little enough. Have you no heart?
Nota scribaeThe woman spoke loudly enough that several people stopped in the street.
the day after Candlemas, at Vespers
Marushka came weeping that she had fine linen to measure and no cord. I lent her my master's old bone measuring cord, marked perfect to the inch. She promised it back before Vespers. I am waiting.
You lent Marushka a tool? You'll not see that before the harvest, mark my words.
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Oh, Kona, you work too hard! The weather is lovely today, have you noticed? We must talk properly soon.
Talk? Bring my bloody cord, you kurva!