Whit Monday, at Vespers
Sold the last of the winter cabbages at the market square today. A few pennies in the jar beneath the floorboards is the only thing standing between us and the beggar's bowl if the silver trade dries up.
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 411r
Anna
housekeeper for the saddlers, of Kuttenberg
“I feed three saddlers and tend the cabbages while the men bicker over who owns the dirt.”
Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.
Dicta
Things Anna had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of St George, at None
John stood in the yard whining again that Father meant the far strip for him. I told him he can have the land when he learns to pull a weed. Until then, my cabbages stay.
John FairFather's spoken will was clear, Anna! It is my rightful inheritance, not a garden for you.
Heinz FairBoth of you, silence. The land and the house belong to the elder.
Nota scribaeThe woman wiped her hands on her apron no less than four times while dictating this.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Heinz is still refusing to fix the leak over his own bed because he is too busy arguing with Thomas Cooper over that crippled journeyman's wages. Lord give me patience. Men would rather drown in their sleep than admit fault.
Thomas CooperI only pay what is fair for the garrison contract, Anna. Your brother is too proud by half.
- Heinz Fair
You undercut the guild, Thomas. Heinz Bauer deserves his due, and you will pay it.
St Gregory's day, at Sext
The Hungarian mercenaries on the road frightened young Robert so badly he will not fetch water from the well. So now I must haul the heavy buckets myself, on top of everything else. Bloody hell.
Robert FairThey had swords, Aunt Anna. You know what happened in the winter storm on the road.
Nota scribaeShe asked for the curse to be left out, but it had already been inked.
Candlemas, at Terce
Woke before the sun to stoke the hearth. Father Joseph has been in the ground three winters now, and I miss his steady hand. Since the ague took him, this house is a tavern of fools.
- Heinz Fair
He was a master saddler, Anna. I do my best to uphold his name in the guild.
- John Fair
If he had only written his will down, I would not have to beg for my own dirt.
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Did you say you have pennies, Anna? The house needs ale.
You have had enough ale, John. Go back to your awl and leave me be.