manager of household accounts, of Kuttenberg
“I manage the accounts of the Polner household in the masters' absence, struggling to maintain dignity among the common servants.”
Things Juliana of Apollonia had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday after Whitsun, at None
The roads are choked with refugees and the price of wool rises daily. The masters remain in Prague, leaving me to stretch our groschen. The Hungarians bring nothing but ruin to Bohemia, and I fear we shall all die in this house, entirely forgotten by the world.
Nota scribaeShe insisted her posture was perfectly straight before she began to speak.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
Emma Apollonia is clever with numbers, but her coarse temper has gotten this entire house barred from Vendula's tavern. It is humiliating. I wish she would simply swallow her pride and apologise so the hired hands will stop their incessant complaining in the yard.
I am not apologising to a cheating shrew who waters down her beer. The men can drink from the rain barrel.
Christ almighty, Emma, just tell Vendula you were wrong so I can buy a drink after a hard shift.
the feast of the Annunciation, at Terce
Last month I gave my heavy silver thimble to the maid Alice to mend the winter cloaks. It is a piece of my own family's history. She still avoids returning it. I consider it outright theft, but I will not lower myself to scream about it like a fishwife.
I only meant to finish the heavy hems, my lady. I haven't quite found it since Sunday.
I expect obedience in this household, Alice. Find it before the bells ring for Vespers.
Nota scribaeShe clasped her hands very tightly while speaking this.
the Wednesday after St Matthias, at Prime
Thomas keeps loitering near the counting room. I know he wishes to speak of the iron shears, but the thought is absurd. He offered them as a proper tribute to my station at Candlemas, and I require them daily to trim loose threads from the tapestries.
I didn't offer them as tribute, lady. I lent them because the seam was loose. I need them back for the sheep.
Nota scribaeThe hired man Thomas says he merely lent them to her.
Candlemas, at Sext
The steward locked the main tool chest before he departed for Prague. Now Joan and Thomas squabble like children over a single wood-axe. It is entirely beneath my notice. I have the ledgers to balance and will not trouble myself with the bickering of servants.
He hid the axe behind the stables so I couldn't chop the kindling. He's a whoreson, pardon my saying so.
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The dye merchants are charging double, Juliana. We cannot balance a ledger when there is no silver left to count.
I wouldn't mind dying forgotten if I could have a bloody ale first.