farmer's daughter, of Suchdol
“I keep the main house at Dum cp. 5 and make sure my hands stay clean of the pig muck.”
Things Cecily had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday after St Gregory, at Vespers
The roads are still perilous, and I worry Bynyek will sell my silver clasp to some town girl in Prague before he returns here. I check the dovecote every morning to make sure my coins are safe.
Nota scribaeShe kept clasping her hands tightly before her chest while speaking.
the third day of Easter week, at None
Grandfather William gave me two pennies for the feast day. He is the only one who understands that a girl needs a bit of finery in this hard world. Father would only yell about the sin of pride.
the eve of St George, at Sext
I saw Robert hauling timber today. He is handsome enough, but he moves so dreadfully slowly. I cannot fathom why a man his age is always covered in dirt and groaning.
My back was crushed by a timber cart three winters ago, you silly girl. Every step is agony.
Nota scribaeDictated while staring blankly past the wooden fences.
the Monday after Laetare Sunday, at Terce
Joan and Margery are weeping about the silver they owe the parish priest. They were utter fools to promise coin to a wandering friar. I certainly will not offer them a single penny of my own to help them avoid the pillory.
We only wanted masses said for our dead. You have no heart, Cecily.
Candlemas, at Prime
My father Jan made a fuss over a dropped copper today. I swept it up while he was out and it is mine now. The miller's boy gave me another for the spilled grain I scraped together. The hoard grows.
Girl, you had best not be stealing from the master's purse.
Nota scribaeThe priest notes that stealing from one's father is a sin to be confessed.
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That peddler is a cheat. You are a fool to wait for him.