maidservant at the obchodnicky farm, of Pritoky
“I only scrub the steps and mind the yard, sir. I do my best not to get in the way.”
Things Anna had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday after St Philip and St James, at Vespers
My chest is heavy with the stone of it. I promised to walk barefoot to Sedletz when the sweating sickness passed, but I have not asked Master John for the day away. I am so sorry, I scrub the stones and hope for mercy, but the debt remains.
Nota scribaeShe wept over the ledger and apologized to the stool she sat on.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
I swept the dirt far away from the boundary stone this morning. Master Muller and Master Cross were shouting across the yard again. I kept my head down and my hands folded in my apron. I only hope their anger does not cross our threshold.
The apothecary is a thief who moves stones in the night. You have eyes, girl, you must see it.
Do not drag the maid into your lies, Heinz.
the second week of Lent, at Compline
I saved a little extra pottage for old Master Leonard tonight. He sits by the fire muttering about ledgers and Joseph the clerk. I am terrified of a churchman who can make a grown man look so hollow. I hope the silver is found.
You are a good girl, Anna. But pottage will not pay Joseph for Bartholomew's mass.
Nota scribaeDictated in a whisper so the old man would not hear.
St Matthias's day, at Sext
The water in the trough was frozen solid this morning. My hands are cracked from the lye and the cold, but Master John is a fair man and never raises his hand to me. I do the mending at midday and try to stay out of the widow's way.
Put some goose fat on those hands if there is any left in the larder.
Candlemas, at None
I lit a candle for my mother Katherine today. It has been two years since the sweating sickness took her and left me here. I am grateful for the roof over my head, truly. I just wish I had the courage to walk to the monastery.
Nota scribaeShe took a long time to say this and kept looking at the floor.
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You only had to ask, lass. The yard will not fall apart in one day.
Thank you master, you are too kind, I will go when the mending is done.