bathhouse abbess, of Pritoky
“I run the bathhouse at Pritoky, keeping the water hot and the aldermen paid, God willing.”
Things Constance Fair had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Christ almighty, these soldiers think a bath is their God-given right and leave without paying a single penny. I have until St. John's Day to get forty groschen for the pardoner to save my late mother Margaret from Purgatory, and these whoresons are drinking my profits.
Nota scribaeShe tapped her fingers on the ledger the entire time she spoke.
the feast of St. Pancras, at None
Joan wants house money for a bag of nails to fix the outbuilding roof. I told her flatly no. The rain never killed anyone, but the bloody flux took my mother because she had no priest. Every groschen stays in the box. Let them put a bucket under the leak.
It drips right on my cot, Abbess. Just a handful of nails would do it.
Move your cot, girl.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
The Kuttenberg miners brought in their heavy linen shirts today. Thick with dirt and sweat. It took all morning to check the fires under the copper cauldrons and count the soap blocks. We do an honest trade here, even if my own maids are slow and prideful.
We work hard enough. I scrubbed until my hands bled, thinking of my brother Havel out there.
the Tuesday after Easter, at Sext
I am looking for a man willing to earn a few groschen to get my property back. I lent Felice a simple tin pitcher when she was sick with a cough, and now the thief refuses to return it. It is outright theft and an insult to my authority.
You docked my wages when those soldiers ruined a sheet on my watch! The pitcher is my rightful payment.
You will return it or you will find yourself sleeping in the road, you foolish girl.
Nota scribaeDictated at the bathhouse door. She checked the pouch at her belt twice.
the second week of Lent, at Compline
Felice is coughing in the outbuilding. I gave her a tin pitcher so she can wash in her own quarters and not spread her sickness to the customers. If the aldermen think I am not keeping a clean house, they will revoke my lease.
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The men are rough, Abbess, but we scrubbed the linens clean today.