Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 17r
Portrait of Lousy Anna

Lousy Anna

beggar in Kuttenberg, of Kuttenberg

“I sit on the church porch with my Ralph. Throw a penny or keep walking, makes no difference to me.”

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

Dicta

Things Lousy Anna had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the feast of St Pancras, at Terce

The nights are getting warmer by the tavern grates. The ovens keep the chill off my Ralph's bones. Heinz walked past looking half-drunk and mean, but he left us be. God grant us a quiet summer.

  • Heinz
    Heinz

    Keep the alley clear of rubbish and I won't have reason to bother you.

Nota scribaeDictated outside the tavern. She smelled strongly of unwashed wool.

the second day of Easter week, at None

Tattered Else is at it now. Begging me to take a message down south. Are you deaf, Else? I said I won't leave my husband. If you want word sent, find a merchant going that way.

  • Tattered Else
    Tattered Else

    It wouldn't cost you a thing to carry a few words to my kin.

the eve of St Gregory, at Vespers

Chased two filthy vagrants off Beatrice today. She's too soft for the street, terrified of the fat priest wanting his two groschen. I told her to sit behind my Ralph.

the Tuesday after St Valentine, at Sext

Margery won't shut her mouth about sending word to her family. I told her twice, I am not leaving Ralph's side, and the roads are full of Hungarian whoresons anyway. Let them think what they want.

  • Mangy Margery
    Mangy Margery

    You used to walk as far as the monastery! It is pure spite, keeping my mother in the dark.

  • Lousy Anna
    Lousy Anna

    Go walk to the monastery yourself and get your throat slit, you daft cow.

Nota scribaeShe shouted this across the church square.

Candlemas, at Prime

Frost on the stones this morning. We were waiting by John's back door for the crusts, but my Ralph could barely stand. If Walter ever sends his men with sticks again, I'll bite them. Praise be he's gone to Prague.

  • John
    John

    I left you an extra heel of rye today, Anna. Keep the old man warm.

Nota scribaeDictated while shivering violently. She wiped her nose on her sleeve throughout.

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