washerwoman at the stream, of Kuttenberg
“I wash the heavy linens down at the freezing stream, my dear. I weep for my mother and brothers lost to the soldiers.”
Things Elsbeth had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
The water is barely warmer now, my dear, and my hands are raw. I asked a carter on the Prague road if he had seen my brothers, but he just spat. I pray the Lord keeps them safe. I must wash three more heavy sacks before I can rest by the bakehouse.
Nota scribaeShe wiped her nose on her sleeve throughout the dictating.
the feast of St Pancras, at None
Margery was glaring at me by the water today, my dear. I still have her hardwood washing bat, but I truly need it for one more heavy shirt. My knuckles would bleed raw on the stones without it. Christine still has her shears, so I am not the only one.
the third day of Easter week, at Terce
I lit a candle at the church for the widow Agnes, my dear. I remember bringing her water when the coughing sickness took her during Lent. Now the new landlord has thrown us out of her cellar, and the hay by the bakehouse is mighty drafty.
Poor Agnes was a good soul. A groschen a week was a fair price.
Nota scribaeDictated near the church door. The woman smelled strongly of wet wool.
the feast of St Gregory, at Prime
Emma is bustling about again with contracts from the guard, trying to get us all to mend padded jackets. I want no part of it, my dear. I stick to the heavy washing where I do not have to face quartermaster Ulrich and his temper.
Candlemas, at Sext
The soldiers burned our fields and drove us out, my dear. I ran into the woods and left my mother and brothers behind. I am freezing in this crowded town, taking in whatever washing I can to buy a crust of bread. Margery kindly lent me a washing bat today.
Use it well, but I will need it back by Sunday.
You are safe now, my dear. We must trust in God.
Nota scribaeThe woman wept openly and the tears ruined the first parchment.
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It is a hard world, Elsbeth. I will say a prayer for them.
Stop asking every stranger on the road, you are making a fool of yourself.