running the tavern taps, of Kuttenberg
“I pull the ale, wipe the tables and keep the miners from killing each other.”
Things Mary Draper had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Compline
The dust these miners drag in gets thicker by the day. I was wiping the same table three times. At least John Weaver drinks his ale quietly and leaves his groschen on the slate without a fuss. A rare blessing in this noise.
Nota scribaeDictated while wiping a table with a grey rag.
the feast of St Mark, at Vespers
Anne asked me again if any of the carters had news from the south about Adleta. I told her I asked the salt merchants and they heard nothing. It is a lie, but it buys me a quiet evening. I am too bone-tired to ask every stranger.
You swore to me you would ask them, Mary! I must know if she is safe from the Hungarians.
I did ask, Anne. There is no news. Pour the ale and let it rest.
Leave Mary be, Anne. We all have people we are waiting on.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Grain costs more groschen every week because of the soldiers on the roads. I water the barrels down just a fraction more to make up the difference, and the miners are too drunk to notice. Alice keeps dropping cups while daydreaming about the baggage train.
I was not daydreaming, the handle was slick with foam!
The ale tasted a bit thin yesterday, Mary.
Your tongue is ruined from the forge soot, Fritz. The ale is fine.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Vespers
A digger from the lower shafts looked twice at Pavlena while she was clearing plates. I made sure his cup was half foam and accidentally spilled the rest on his breeches. Sakra, if he tries it again I will charge him double.
A spilled cup teaches them faster than a harsh word. You did well.
We saw him cursing and wringing out his clothes. Gave us a good laugh.
Nota scribaeShe stared at the wall for a long time after saying this.
Candlemas, at Prime
The morning ashes are freezing to the touch. Alice and Anne are already bickering over who has to haul the water from the well. If their bad blood gets any thicker I will drown them both in a barrel. I just want to balance my ledger in peace.
It is bitter cold out there today. I do not blame them for arguing over the well.
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A balanced ledger and good ale is all a man needs, Mary.
I can fetch the water tomorrow to help wash the floorboards, sister.