beggar on the porch, of Kuttenberg
“I claim the best stone on the church porch by right, guiding my family through this wicked town.”
Things Tattered Else had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Pentecost, at Vespers
My boy John talks of marrying that local girl. I told him the Lord says the blind shall not lead the blind. She will ruin us and tear my family apart. William stood behind me and said nothing, which means he agrees.
Nota scribaeShe nodded her head through the entire dictation.
the second day of May, at Prime
Praise be to the saints, the wicked Walter has gone to Prague. The Lord has struck the rich from our alley. I sat on my top step all morning and did not have to run from the bailiff's men once.
He may be gone, but my roof still leaks and my stock is getting damp. Divine justice does not dry my goods.
the Wednesday of Easter week, at Terce
I only ask Lousy Anna to walk a little further south past the monastery to take word to my cousins. The roads are full of soldiers and I do not know if my family froze. Anna says no because she is lazy and spiteful.
I will not leave my crippled husband just to carry your bleating to the next town. Walk there yourself.
Nota scribaeThe woman spoke in a persistent nasal whine.
the feast of Saint Gregory, at Sext
That peacock Kunz von Iglau walked right past my bowl today without dropping a single groschen. The rich camel shall not pass the needle, as the book says. At least Isabel lets us sleep by the grates. She is a true Christian soul.
The earth is cold, Else. Just keep the noise down when the master is trying to sleep.
Nota scribaeShe mangled the scripture terribly, but I wrote what she said.
the day after Candlemas, at None
The earth is hard as iron and Mangy Margery will not stop talking about her kin in Caslav. I told her the Lord loves a quiet woman. William gathered our rags and we hurried to the church steps to claim our stone.
You talk more than the village priest, Else. I only wanted to speak of my sister.
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Leave her out of your nagging, mother. I am a grown man and I will do as I please.
You will starve in the mud without my guidance, you foolish child.