housekeeper at zelinaruv Dum, of Pritoky
“I keep Zelinaruv dum running. Without me, Alan would have lost this farm to rot and ruin.”
Things Adleta had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at Vespers
Alan works like a man with the devil on his heels and snaps at the hired hand over nothing. We have no silver for the lad's back wages, and Alan hides a letter he claims is an old debt. I saw a woman's name on it. He plays me for a fool.
Nota scribaeShe locked the master's chest twice before sitting down to dictate this.
the feast of St Pancras, at Terce
I went to Philip Newman for bread and Gilbert Stone for a joint of mutton. Prices are high with these soldiers on the roads, but I drive a hard bargain. Not a single groschen will be wasted so long as I hold the purse strings.
You drive a hard bargain indeed, Adleta. I barely made a penny on that mutton.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
They say the King's brother has more Cumans marching down from the north. The hired hand is restless and threatens to leave without a character. I told Alan he must promise the lad his silver after the harvest, or we will have no strong back to bring the crops in.
Half the hands in Pritoky are looking to run off. Keep an eye on him.
Nota scribaeDictated while she was vigorously stirring a pot of morning pottage.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at None
I am a woman who values order and good tools. Simon Carter has had my best pruning knife for weeks and always claims he needs it for one more task in his yard. I want it back. It is shaped to my hand and cost a month's wages.
I only need it to finish cutting back the old vines, Adleta. You shall have it before Sunday, I swear it.
You said that before Lent, Simon. Bring it to the yard tomorrow or I will come fetch it myself.
Candlemas, at Sext
A foolish morning. Simon Carter came begging for a blade, and against my better judgment, I lent him my good pruning knife. If it comes back chipped, he will hear my voice from his bakery all the way to Sedletz. Honest work requires honest care of a tool.
Never lend a good blade to a baker. They know dough, not iron.
Nota scribaeShe spoke very loudly. My ears are still ringing.
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Leave it be, Adleta. It is a crushing debt from before I came here. Do not speak of it to the whole village.
Then show me the ledger, husband. A debt has numbers, not a woman's name at the bottom of the parchment.