maidservant at the Dum, of Suchdol
“I pour the ale and scrub the floors for Mistress Rosa. My feet ache from dawn to midnight and I have barely a groschen to my name.”
Things Anna had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday before Whitsun, at None
Emma is weeping in the kitchen again about her uncle Standa in Moravia. She begged me to carry a message to him. I have no means to go past the end of the village. I wish she would accept he is gone.
Nota scribaeDictated while she rubbed her lower back.
the feast of St Pancras, at Vespers
A merchant from Kuttenberg left me two pennies after spilling his beer all over my clean tables. Sakra. It is not enough for the sweeping I had to do, but it is coin. Simon spent his wages by Sext today.
A man gets thirsty hauling hay. You should buy yourself a better apron with those pennies.
the Wednesday after Easter, at Compline
Cecily asked after her travelling cloak and boots again. I told her I am keeping them safe from the moths. I am terrified she will go to Mistress Rosa. I need to find a way to buy them back from that Kuttenberg trader before the cold sets in.
Moths do not eat boots, Anna. I want my kit back by Sunday, or I am telling the mistress.
Nota scribaeThe girl spoke very fast and kept looking over her shoulder.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
My feet are killing me. I was up before the sun hauling water from the well. Richard sat in the taproom all night talking about his brother Martin in Prague. I am so tired of hearing about him.
Martin is a great success, Anna. One day he will send for me, and I will not be drinking in this tavern anymore.
the second Wednesday of Lent, at Vespers
I only wanted to go to the market in proper style. A thief snatched my purse in the crowd. I panicked because of my tab to the mistress. I had to pawn the gear to settle it, and now I have nothing.
What gear did you pawn, Anna? I tolerate no deceit in my house.
Nothing of yours, mistress, I swear it.
Nota scribaeShe wiped her eyes on her apron before speaking.
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I only asked if a merchant you served was riding east! Have you no pity?
Leave the girl be, Emma, her feet are killing her.