the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
Master William complains again for his expensive brass lamp. I have told him, he will have his lamp back on his counter when Robert returns the fine white linen he stole from my chest. I bought that cloth at Easter for sheets, not to pad a coward's jacket.
Nota scribaeShe crossed her arms and glared at the inkhorn until I wrote this.

Havel put my name on the levy list! I need the padding against Cuman arrows, Alice!
Please, Alice, I cannot see the shop tallies in the dark. Just give the lamp back.