Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 389r
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Rosa Taylor

cloth stamper of Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg

“I am a respectable woman who keeps a clean house and does skilled work for the tailors.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Rosa Taylor had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the eve of Whitsun, at Vespers

If I catch that prentice boy looking at my Vendula again, I will box his ears. I did not raise my girls to scrub floors for a carpenter's lad. We are respectable people, and Alice and Vendula will marry proper tradesmen.

  • Ottilie Keller (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Ottilie Keller

    You must be firm, Rosa. Look at what happened with Barbara. A loose rein ruins a girl.

  • Vendula Taylor
    Vendula Taylor

    He only asked for a cup of water, Mother. You see a scandal in everything.

Nota scribaeShe smoothed her apron three times while saying this.

the second Tuesday after Easter, at Sext

My hand is stained with charcoal again today. It is a disgrace that Kethe Preng holds onto my best bone stamping die. I only lent it to her, yet she treats it as payment. How can honest folk work when thieves sit in the same yard?

  • Kethe Preng (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Kethe Preng

    I patched two heavy coats for you, Rosa. Mending takes thread and time. Give me my silver and you can have your piece of bone back.

  • Standa Taylor
    Standa Taylor

    So that is where the die went. You told me it fell behind the hearth.

Holy Wednesday, at None

The smell of boiling fat in the yard today is enough to ruin a good fast. Madlen Bauer has no consideration for her betters. I wear my good apron just to show there is still some decency left in the lower town.

  • Madlen Bauer
    Madlen Bauer

    My mother Grete boiled soap in this yard before I did. It is honest work, which is more than can be said for gossiping.

the Monday after St Gregory, at Prime

I cannot do the fine work without my good goose quills. Amice Baker took them as a pawn just because she fronted my share of the rent. It is sheer usury over ten groschen that I would have paid by harvest.

  • Amice Baker (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Amice Baker

    I paid your silver to the monastery man when you had an empty purse. Bring me the ten groschen and the quills are yours.

Nota scribaeShe lowered her voice to a whisper so the others in the yard would not hear.

the morrow of Candlemas, at Terce

Lorenz came demanding the quarter's rent in silver this morning. With the war and the soldiers on the roads, coin is scarce for everyone, though I would never let it show. I had to let Amice pay my share to save face.

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