Christine

the Friday before Whitsun, at None

Jan heard the voices again in the dairy last night. Thomas laughed at him at the tavern, but the Lord speaks to the simple. We invite wrath by mocking what we do not understand.

• 
  Thomas

  The only thing speaking to your brother in that dairy is a bad skin of ale.

• 
  Jan

  They spoke of fire, Christine. I did not make it up.

the feast of St Mark, at Vespers

I look toward Sedletz and my heart is heavy. The roads are full of soldiers, and I am afraid to walk them. Lord above, forgive me for resting here when I promised a journey.

• 
  Joan

  The roads are no place for a woman alone. God knows we have enough trouble.

Nota scribaeShe held a wooden rosary very tightly while speaking this.

the third day of Easter week, at Prime

The spring rains are here and the dairy roof leaks again. Yarka curses Joseph for not mending it, but anger will not keep the cheese dry. I just put the pots out to catch the water.

• 
  Yarka

  If you spent less time praying and more time demanding Joseph fix it, we wouldn't be drowning.

• 
  Prokop Tanner

  That fat Kuttenberg bastard will hear from me if it ruins the stores.

the eve of St Gregory, at Terce

I warned Joan again today that avarice is a mortal sin. Hiding market coin like a squirrel burying nuts will not buy her a place in heaven. Our mother Annabel taught us better.

• 
  Joan

  Prayers do not buy new shoes, Christine. You live on bread and air, but I need groschen.

Candlemas, at early dawn

The house is quiet only before the sun touches the hills. I pray at my pallet before Prokop begins shouting at the walls. His crushed hand pains him, I know, but the noise wearies my soul.

• 
  Prokop Tanner

  If my hand worked right, I wouldn't need to shout to get the work done!

• 
  Havel

  This is why I spend my days cutting wood.

Nota scribaeDictated in the church porch. She spoke so softly I could barely hear her.