housekeeper for her husband, of Around Raborsch
“I sweep the dirt out the door only for the men to track it straight back in. I keep the peace and the pottage warm.”
Things Cecily had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Wednesday before Ascension, at Vespers
The house is silent as a tomb. William locked the pitchfork in the shed, so Jan cannot load the hay, and now they just glare at each other across the supper table. I am running out of ways to make the cabbage soup taste like anything at all.
Nota scribaeShe sighed deeply when dictating the part about the cabbage.
the feast of St Pancras, at Sext
I have turned out the household jar three times, but the pennies do not multiply. Pavlena keeps her gate shut tight and wants silver for her dead geese. I am frightened the bailiff will come for William's dog, or worse, take our winter boots to settle it.
A goose is a goose, Cecily. Blood money is the law, and your beast is a menace.
We will pay, Pavlena, I swear it. Just give us till the month turns.
the second day of Easter week, at Prime
Father Lambert sent word again. If Jan does not pay his parish dues, he will be named before the whole village on Sunday. Jan begged William for the coin, but William says Pavlena's birds come first. Lord grant me the patience to endure this shouting.
I will speak with Father Lambert. Perhaps he will accept a measure of grain instead of silver.
William would rather save a flea-bitten hound than his own brother's good name.
Nota scribaeDictated while scrubbing a blackened pot with sand.
the Monday after St Gregory, at None
Spring is here, but the grain is so dear we must eat like it is still deep winter. I have planted turnips and cabbage in the little patch out back. The hired lad is sleeping in the barn again, as he cannot bear Jan's snoring by the hearth.
You do well with the soup, wife. We will not starve while I have hands to work.
the feast of St Blaise, at Terce
Two Easters I have been in this house. The late Vitek built it strong, may he rest in peace. William tries so hard to fill his father's shoes and keep the holding together, but it wears him down. I just wish the men would wipe their boots before stepping inside.
My father built it to last. I will not let it fall to ruin.
Nota scribaeThe woman asked if the Pope truly cared about muddy floors. I told her yes.
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Tell him to give me the key, then! It was not me who left the gate unlatched.
The gate was open, Jan. The dog did not sprout wings.