manager at the timber yard, of Kuttenberg
“I tally the deliveries for my father while my brother Drslav hides. Sakra, if you want something done right, use your own two hands.”
Things Sovka Hill had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the second day of May, at None
My father Lambert says Standa has no trade and will bring shame on the house. Bloody hell, Standa works harder in a morning at the goods yard than Drslav does in a week. I will marry who I please, and the old man can rot in his timber if he likes.
Nota scribaeDictated at the yard. She crossed her arms and spoke very loudly.
the Thursday after Easter, at Terce
I went down to the far cabbage strip and found Isabel weeding it again, acting like it is hers. Grandfather promised that land to me. If she touches my cabbages again, I will drag her to the bailiff myself.
Grandfather was confused at the end. Everyone knows he meant that strip for me.
I know how it is. My brother Konrad is just as thick-headed about our land.
Easter Monday, at Prime
Poor Lida is at the ale again before the bells have even rung. Sakra, someone needs to look in on her three times a day since Paul went away. I would do it, but the yard takes all my time.
I am just thirsty, Sovka. The mornings are cold without my mother's brass ring to comfort me.
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted while she stacked three logs.
the Monday after St Gertrude, at Sext
Jitka Cooper needs to just march over and take her pitcher back by force. Between her crying and Felice Miller trying to borrow my good iron pot, I am surrounded by weaklings who cannot stand up for themselves.
It is easy for you to say, Sovka. You are not afraid of anyone.
I only asked for a day. You do not need to be so cruel about it.
Candlemas, at Vespers
The carters are frightened of the soldiers on the road, so the timber is late again. I had to tally half the yard twice. At least the work keeps me out of the house and away from my stepmother's sharp tongue.
You will speak to me with respect, girl, or you can find your own supper.
Nota scribaeShe wiped her hands on her apron repeatedly while speaking.
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The boy is a hired hand and nothing more. I will not hear of it.
Leave me out of this, Sovka. I have my own troubles.