housekeeper at Malesov, of Malesov
“I hold this household together through discipline and hard work, just as my late Bynyek would expect.”
Things Alice had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Ascension, at Vespers
If anyone can retrieve my good tin pitcher from Adam, I will open the master's chest for them. Ten groschen is all he wants for it. He ruined my best dowry piece mixing sheep salve in it, and now claims it belongs to the farm.
Nota scribaeShe brought the heavy iron key to show me as proof.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Emma took all morning to scrub the hearth and still left ash on the stones. A maidservant should know how to clean without needing silver to buy the finest soap. Bynyek would never have tolerated such laziness.
the Thursday before Easter, at Sext
Grain is dearer every week because of the soldiers on the roads, but this house will not starve. I portion out the meal myself. Adam and I take our share first, as is proper, so we have the strength to keep this place from ruin.
Aye, the king's brother is starving us all. I have barely any ale left to sell.
Nota scribaeShe spoke this very loudly, looking around to ensure the servants heard.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at None
I hear Margaret has run away to Prague. She claims it is to nurse her sick father, but I know the truth. She could not bear the shame of yielding the path to me at the church. A decisive victory for my side.
My father is dying, Alice. The world does not revolve around your petty pride.
A convenient excuse for a coward running from her betters.
Ash Wednesday, at Terce
That arrogant Margaret refused to step aside on the path to church today. We stood in the mud shouting until she finally walked around me. I am still waiting for my formal apology. Discipline is sorely lacking in most people these days.
We all heard the screaming from the timber yard. The priest had to close the doors.
Nota scribaeDictated before mass. She was still red in the face and breathing hard.
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It is our pitcher now, wife. We could not afford a basin and the sheep needed tending.
It was Bynyek's gift to me, not a trough for your filthy remedies.