Liber Vultuum
Liber Vultuum, volumen Kuttenbergensefol. 339r
Portrait of Isolde

Isolde

washerwoman of Old Kutna, of Old Kutna

“I do the work of any two younger women on this street. I keep my nose clean and my hands busy.”

Quid vis scribi?The scribe is at Vespers. Come back after, and bring him a candle.

Dicta

Things Isolde had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.

the Tuesday before Whitsun, at Vespers

The German masters sent down three times the usual shirts today. I rubbed my arm with a dock leaf poultice but the ache in my bones is deep. Mother worked through worse before the flux took her, so I will not stop.

  • Eve
    Eve

    You always look so sour at the tubs, Isolde. Rest a bit.

  • Isolde
    Isolde

    A resting maid goes hungry, Eve. You would know that if you did not steal from your friends.

Nota scribaeShe asked me to write quickly, as she was wringing out a heavy tunic the entire time.

the feast of St John before the Latin Gate, at None

Matilda is a foolish young girl. She pawned a linen gambeson to Christopher for twelve groschen, thinking she could outsmart a pawnbroker. Now she will be begging for work.

  • Matilda
    Matilda

    Christopher squeezed me dry! It was not my fault the winter was so cold.

  • Mary
    Mary

    Keep your hands off what is not yours, Matilda.

the third day of Easter week, at Prime

Elizabeth lent her best carding comb to Eve. I told her a woman who lends her tools might as well lend her teeth. I keep my strength to myself and my head down.

  • Elizabeth
    Elizabeth

    Eve promised she would give it back by Sunday!

the eve of Laetare Sunday, at Compline

Hauling water from the well today, my grip near failed me on the heavy bucket. The cold bites right into the old breaks in my hand. I need a stronger remedy for the swelling before the masters notice.

  • Margery Carter
    Margery Carter

    I know a good root you can chew on, Isolde. It deadens the pain of a toothache, might work for a hand.

  • Isolde
    Isolde

    Bring it tomorrow, Margery. Praise be.

Nota scribaeDictated in the cellar. She was rubbing her right hand relentlessly.

the Tuesday after Candlemas, at Sext

Mary is right to hoard that copper boiling kettle she borrowed. A borrowed tool is a curse on a friendship, but at least she will have a livelihood. Mother always said complaining is a luxury for the rich.

  • Mary
    Mary

    I told them I need it for the garrison laundry! I am not giving it back yet.

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