While Christ and His Angels Slept, a Sparrow...
Seven years I have been wife to Hew, in seven years I have born but one son, my poor little rabbit. I have never quickened more. Another crime to lie at the door of my lewdness. To be fair he did not touch me till my fourteenth birthday, but then he fell upon me as a man starved. Most of what he showed me to do was against the teachings of the church…a woman should not take the position of a man in the act of union. A woman must not be taken on a holy day, not in the light of day, not like the beasts in the field...The list is endless, and he is persistent in them all. And I, who knew so little, profited not at all from the sinful acts. Once…I think I felt…a something, but then it was gone. Gone with a grunt, a groan, and a careless touch.
Now I collect nettles for soup, our only food for a sennight gone.
I am Hadwise Rachael’s-dotter, wife of Hew the smith atte-Brooke.
These are all my sins.