wife of a Kuttenberg townsman, of Kuttenberg
“I keep a clean house and my family fed while the rest of this yard flaps about like headless fowls.”
Things Sibyl Albrecht had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Terce
Lord in Heaven, that girl will put me in the grave. I caught Grete crying over that beggar Gottfried again. I told her he will be dead in a ditch before winter, and if she tries to sneak down to the garrison I will send her to the convent myself.
Nota scribaeDictated loudly. The woman had her arms crossed the entire time.
the second day of Easter week, at None
Matilda Green was cackling so loud today she woke my Wolfgang from his rest. And Enneleyn was wailing about demons in the chimney again. God has no patience for fools, and neither do I. If Matilda asks to borrow my iron pot one more time, I will hit her with it.
I only laughed at a dog chasing its own tail, Sibyl, there is no need to be so sour.
The soot fell in a black cross, Sibyl! It is a sign of sorrow to come!
the Saturday before Easter, at Prime
Clara Binder's shed roof is rotting through and raining on her floor. That greedy fool Hannes sits in Prague counting his brother's estate while the wives here drown in their own kitchens. Joerg is too old to fix it himself. If I were Hannes I would fear the Lord's judgment.
Thank you, Sibyl. We have put buckets out, but Joerg's bones ache in the damp.
Nota scribaeShe glared at the leaking roof while speaking.
St Gregory's day, at Sext
Alice Cook is in a panic because she lost something, though she will not say what. I saw her hiding behind the woodpile when Avice Thatcher came by. Lord in Heaven, the girl is too weak-willed to manage a house. I mind my own silver and I keep my nose out of it.
I am not panicking, I just misplaced a small thing. Please do not tell everyone, Sibyl.
the morning of Candlemas, before Prime
Woke the house before dawn. My father wed me to Wolfgang fifteen years ago and I brought good wool and iron pots. Now Grete thinks she can pick her own husband just because some boy from the levy smiled at her. Idle hands invite the devil. I gave her extra scrubbing to do.
Let it rest, wife, the boy is locked in the barracks anyway.
Nota scribaeShe rapped her knuckles on the table to make her point.
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He is not a beggar! He is serving the King, and you do not understand anything at all!
I understand that a corpse brings no wages home, you foolish girl. Get back to the washing.