baker's wife of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg
“I keep an honest, God-fearing house and see the ovens lit before dawn.”
Things Ottilie Keller had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
If a woman cannot mind her own needle, she has no business putting ink to parchment for another's household. I found a certain letter meant for me. It will not be read. My son Sebastian knows his duty, and those who meddle will find no welcome at my door.
Nota scribaeShe smoothed her apron three times while dictating this.
the second Tuesday after Easter, at None
Flour costs more every week with all these soldiers on the roads. I have to watch the apprentices like a hawk so they do not waste a single pinch of salt. At least my Wolfgang works hard, unlike some girls in this yard who sleep until Prime.
My girls work perfectly well. Not everyone needs to be baking before the roosters wake.
the Wednesday before Easter, at Sext
The air in Kuttenberg is much cleaner now that a certain Prague bound wagon has left our streets. A good family cannot have ruinous girls hanging about and bringing shame before the holy days. Now we can celebrate the Lord's rising in peace.
You sent her away but I will not forget her. It is not right.
You will forget her and marry a decent woman. Do not shame your father.
Nota scribaeDictated near the ovens. The heat was unbearable.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Terce
It sickens me to see how people live like beggars. Kethe Preng and Madlen Bauer are trading bone combs and patching coats just to cover their debts. A proper townsman's wife keeps silver groschen ready for the monastery's man. We Kellers owe nothing to anyone.
Not all of us have ovens pumping out coin all day. I want my comb back.
Your precious silver does not make your breath smell any sweeter, Ottilie.
Candlemas, at Prime
The monastery's man Lorenz came for the yard rent this morning. Half the yard panicked like headless chickens. Amice Baker had to pay out of her own savings while the rest offered up tools like peasants at a market. A disgraceful way to start the holy day.
Lorenz does not care where the coin comes from, only that the ledger is full. I did what was needed.
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I only wrote what the boy asked, Ottilie. A mother should hear her son's heart.
A son's heart belongs to his family's good name, Isolde. Keep to your own house.