manager of the dough boards, of Kuttenberg
“I run the dough boards on Ceska street. I suffer no fools and keep my family fed.”
Things Alice Lane had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the third day of Easter week, at Vespers
Fritz Christman is making a mountain out of a molehill over that padded jack. I told him he will get his coin when the bread sells, and not a day sooner. God grant me patience, or grant him a sudden apoplexy before the muster.
Nota scribaeShe clicked her tongue loudly and asked if apoplexy was spelled with a cross.
the Tuesday after St George, at None
Sebastian Keller is moping over the dough boards again. I slapped his hand when he reached for a hot loaf. He needs to listen to his mother Ottilie and forget that Lidka girl. She brought ruin on herself walking alone at night.
Lidka is a good girl, Alice. The rumours were false and you know it.
the eve of Palm Sunday, at Terce
Hugh Field is full of excuses. I asked him to carry a message to my kin outside the town, since he claims to travel so much. It would take him a day on the road, but he just whines and walks away.
I am working the dough, Alice. I cannot be walking the roads just to tell your kin you are baking.
Nota scribaeShe shouted this over the roar of the ovens.
St Gregory's day, at Prime
The flour prices have spiked again. The miller is a thief, but I know the price of grain better than him. I had to pawn what I must to buy sacks. Standa has a man's appetite now, and keeping him fed takes crusts.
You always stretch the groschen well, wife. The Lord provides.
Candlemas, at Sext
Fritz Christman gave us a padded jack for Standa's nameday. A fine gift for a grown man. I will keep it safe in the house for now, though God knows we need bread more than war gear.
It was lent for safekeeping, Alice! Not a gift! Do not sell it!
Nota scribaeThe dictation was interrupted twice to bark orders at a young man.
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It was not a gift! I need it for the muster or the bailiff will fine me a month of wages. Buy it back from the pawn!
Hold your tongue, Fritz, you will get what is yours when I say so.