Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 392v
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Clemence

maidservant at miskovice, of Miskowitz

“I scrub the boards and pluck the hens for Mistress Annabel, keeping my head down and hoping the Lord forgives my sins.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Clemence had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers

The lye has eaten into my cracked hands again today, but I dare not stop scrubbing. Mistress Annabel watches me from the corner of her eye, and the silence in the house is heavier than the firewood I haul. Holy Mother protect us, I only did what I had to for poor Francis.

  • Annabel (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Annabel

    The floor in the corner by the flour bin is still stained. Kona would have had it spotless by Prime.

Nota scribaeDictated very fast, with her eyes fixed firmly on the floorboards.

the second day of May, at Terce

I saw pennies left out on the kitchen table this morning, stacked up neat as you please. Saint Jude give me strength to look away! I swept around the table twice just to be sure I did not knock them over. A poor maidservant has no need of stray coin.

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    Clemence

    I have not touched them, I swear it.

  • Annabel (no portrait was pasted in for this person)
    Annabel

    Good. See that you do not. The house must be kept in order.

the Thursday of Easter week, at None

I heard from a carter at the well that the soldiers on the roads are getting bolder, stealing bread and whatever else they can carry. Praise the Virgin I am safe inside these walls. Even so, my heart jumps at every shadow. At least Francis is out of Purgatory now. He must be.

Nota scribaeThe girl was weeping when she said this.

the Monday after Saint Gregory, at Prime

A strange quiet in the kitchen today. Mistress Annabel was counting the locked wooden box beneath her pallet. I kept my eyes on the chicken I was plucking and plucked it bare as a stone. I prayed to Saint Jude she would not ask me any questions.

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    Annabel

    Four groschen and twelve pennies do not just walk out of a locked box, girl.

the Wednesday after Candlemas, at Sext

A holy man passed through our district, bringing tidings from beyond the veil. He told me Francis died without his rites and was burning for it. I gave him what was needed for a mass to free my brother's soul. Holy Mother knows a sister must do what she can.

Nota scribaeShe whispered this part and kept looking at the door.

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