housekeeper at the markolt residence, of Kuttenberg
“I am the housekeeper here, though you can see that by the keys on my belt. It is a heavy burden keeping a stone house in order when the steward is delayed in Prague.”
Things Helena had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of St John Nepomucene, at Vespers
John says a master at the Italian Court pays in hard silver every Saturday. I told him Tobias has a courier on the road with our arrears, and that a sworn retainer does not break his oath for a few groschen. I pray the strongbox comes before he walks out.
Nota scribaeShe spoke very quickly and kept looking back toward the gate.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Terce
Joan weeps for her late husband Mikesh again and begs to walk barefoot to Sedletz to offer a silver penny. I cannot spare her from the hearth for a day, nor do I have a silver penny to give. Up in heaven poor Mikesh has no need of pennies anyway.
A vow is a vow. My poor Mikesh died of the flux and I must give the monks their due.
the Wednesday before Easter, at Sext
I took the master's winter boots to Leonard Johlin to be examined. They do not truly need mending, but a housekeeper must be thorough, and a moment away from the wenches' glaring eyes settles the stomach.
The leather is fine, but you are welcome to sit in the shop when the great house gets too loud.
the feast of St Gregory, at None
Alice asks again for her keep and the three groschen I promised. I told her the snows delayed the steward's writ, and now the war keeps him in Prague. She must stay another fortnight. If she leaves, the whole house falls into disorder.
I have seen exactly one groschen since Epiphany. Tobias is a phantom and this house is running on air!
Nota scribaeShe asked me to write 'steward's writ' very clearly, as if she were a magistrate.
Candlemas, at Prime
I look at the tally sticks from the baker and the butcher, piling up in the box under my bed. Old Annabel always kept the ledgers balanced before the fever took her. I twist these heavy keys on my belt and wonder if I am failing her legacy.
Maids are lazy creatures, Helena. You just need to shout louder, like old Annabel did.
Nota scribaeThe dictating took until Terce because she was weeping over a wooden stick.
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A courier on the road feeds no bellies, Helena. Give me one silver groschen by Sunday or I am gone.
The money will come, John. You must have faith in the master's steward.