housekeeper at the masters' house, of Suchdol
“I keep the stores and ledgers properly, with no time for idlers or cheats.”
Things Cecily had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Thursday before Whitsun, at None
John sent another hired man to ask for the copper kettle. Lord above, the man is deaf as a stone. I told him nine years ago at Michaelmas: until he swears by Saint Peter never to strike Else again, it stays on my hearth. He can boil his cabbage in a wooden bucket for all I care.
Nota scribaeShe pointed her finger at my chest until I finished writing.
the feast of the Ascension, at Vespers
Richard is going up the road tomorrow but he will not walk as far as Prague. I only need him to carry word to my brother Jarda so he knows I am alive. The roads are full of soldiers and I am sick with worrying. Lord above, a young man with good legs refusing an honest errand.
It is three days walking with Cumans on the path. I am not a fool.
the Tuesday after Saint George, at Terce
I paid good groschen for a padded gambeson and an iron cap so Anna could answer the levy, and the foolish maid pawned it. Lord above, the magistrate will fine me blind. If she does not bring my gear back before Sunday, she will be scrubbing pots with her teeth.
I needed the coin for bread. I will get it back, I swear it.
She bought ale with it, Cecily. I saw her.
Nota scribaeThe dictation took longer because she stopped to measure a sack of oats.
the fourth day of Easter week, at Prime
Mabel and I were mending shirts this morning. It makes me sad to see William working himself to the bone for that brute John over in Pritoky, and poor Juliana with her wages still unpaid. I run a tight house, but I pay my hands what they are owed. John brings misery to everyone.
the day after Candlemas, at Sext
Emma and Roger are still bickering over that strip of dirt old Otto left them. Five years they have argued over weeds, while the king is locked up and bread costs twice what it did last winter. Lord above, the country is burning and they are fighting over who gets to watch a puddle dry.
Nota scribaeShe was scrubbing a table the entire time she spoke.
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It is my lawful property, Cecily. Give it over.
Say the words, John.