maidservant at Dum cp. 4, of Suchdol
“I am a woman tired to the bone, keeping this yard running while the mistress counts pennies.”
Things Juliana had written, latest first, with the glosses of her neighbours.
the Tuesday before Ascension, at Vespers
That dog Colle slipped his collar again. I swear the beast has the devil in him. I caught him before he got near the widow Betty's yard, thank the Lord, but my heart was in my mouth. If she calls the bailiff over those bloody pigeons, I don't know what I'll do. My joints ache too much for this chasing.
Nota scribaeDictated while she rubbed her knees. She looked over her shoulder twice when naming the widow.
the third day of Easter week, at Prime
Mistress Beatrice had the heavy oak lockbox open again today, counting every last groschen. She sighed so loudly you'd think the King himself had levied a new tax on us. I kept my head down and scrubbed the linens. Best not to speak when she has that ledger out. The good Lord knows I have nothing to hide, but the staring makes me nervous.
the Thursday after Laetare Sunday, at Sext
Soldiers on the road to Kuttenberg again. I saw them from the yard. Men with Hungarian speech demanding bread from the miller. My sister is in Kuttenberg, and I pray the Holy Virgin keeps her safe from those hungry wolves. I sent her a little something last week to help with the price of flour. Bread is dearer than ever.
The roads are no place for honest folk. I lit a candle to Saint Barbara for your sister.
Nota scribaeShe wept a little when speaking of her sister.
the feast of Saint Matthias, at None
John gambled away his mother's good tin plate to Thomas in the barn. Dice, of all things! The master, God rest his soul, would have tanned both their hides for such foolishness. Now Thomas struts about like he owns the place, though he still sleeps under Francis's leaking roof. I have half a mind to let them sort their own messes.
the Friday after Candlemas, at Compline
It is bitterly cold. The water in the bucket froze over before I could wash my face. My bones ache like an old cart. Hugh helped me carry the heavy buckets from the well today, God bless him, though he muttered the whole way about a broken vow. A man shouldn't fret so much over what's done.
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Tie the brute tighter! If he brings the bailiff here, Mother will take it out on all of us.
I tie him as tight as the leather allows, Thomas. You try wrestling him if you know better.