maidservant at the Statek, of Pritoky
“I haul water and scrub the yard until my back is near to snapping. A day of honest sweat should see honest coin, not empty breath.”
Things Juliana had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the eve of Holy Trinity, at Vespers
Three weeks now without a penny of my wages, and John still speaks of the market as if the lambs will turn to solid silver. I ought to pack my bundle and walk away from this cursed place, let him scrub his own troughs.
Nota scribaeShe said this loudly in the yard while wiping her hands on her apron.
the Monday after St John at the Latin Gate, at None
Poor Christine is weeping by the well again. The priest sent his men for the tithe and she has not got it. Old Sybil would have given her a month of grace, God rest her, but these new men are hard as flint. The ague took the wrong souls last winter.
They said I must pay by Whitsun or I do not know what they will do.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Breakfast was pottage and shouting again. Roger and Emma are still fighting over that muddy strip of land old Otto left them. The man is dead five years and still making my head ache every morning. I stay clear of the hearth and eat my oats with the sheep.
It is my rightful strip, no matter what that stubborn mule says.
Otto meant it for me, and I will not yield it to a woman.
Nota scribaeDictated while scouring a heavy pot with river sand.
St Gertrude's day, at Sext
It is not just wages John is lacking. He was raging at his wife Else this morning because her mother Cecily over in Suchdol still has not sent that copper kettle promised for the dowry. Nine years married and still fighting over a pot. They are all too proud by half.
Candlemas, at Terce
My hands are cracked from the cold lye and the year has barely turned. The giant William carried three sacks of feed without breaking a sweat, but he will not spare a single penny for ale at the tavern. I reckon he is hiding his coin to buy a horse.
A man's coin is his own concern.
Nota scribaeThe woman was shivering so badly she could barely speak the words.
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You will have your groschen when the beasts are sold, as I told you. Hold your tongue.
You should ask him for it straight instead of shouting at the troughs.