housekeeper at Pach, of Kuttenberg
“I keep the house at Pach for my three brothers and fight the mud they drag across my clean floors.”
Things Anna had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at None
That useless beast Bawty slipped the fence and killed three laying birds belonging to Tobias. Now Tobias demands a groschen a bird, and Heinz does nothing but complain. The hound tracks filth into my kitchen all day. If Tobias had shot the creature it would have saved me scrubbing.
Nota scribaeShe clicked her tongue three times while telling me this.
the eve of Saint Mark, at Vespers
Simon trampled my mint with his clumsy boots today. I hit his head with a wooden spoon. That garden on the far strip is mine, as our father promised me, and I will not have oafs crushing my healing plants into the dirt.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
John is shouting again, driving away honest Kuttenberg trade with his foul temper. I told him to his face he is a fool. Poor Isabel creeps about like a frightened mouse trying not to be seen. At least the hearth is clean for the holy days.
I am the master of this house and I will shout as loud as I please, woman.
the Tuesday after Saint Gregory, at Sext
I carried the bread and pottage out to the far strip today and found Heinz and Simon idling by the treeline instead of working. They eat the bread I bake and then tell me I have no right to my own garden plot. God grant me patience.
A hired hand works harder than either of your brothers, Anna.
Ash Wednesday, at Compline
The priest says we must have our days written down so the Lord has less reading. The Lord knows well enough that I am up before the sun to light the hearth and scrub the grease from last night's pots while the men snore.
Nota scribaeThe woman spoke so fast I could barely dip my quill in time.
From drop 2026-10-26-4316967; the words set down by gemini-3.1-pro-preview on 2026-10-28.
It is a dog doing what dogs do. Tobias has silver enough without robbing us.