I was always to think of that room as the Crucifixion room. I was never comfortable in it.
The painting surprised me so much that I did not notice the woman in the corner until she spoke. Well, girl, she said, that is something new for you to see. She sat in a comfortable chair, smoking a pipe. Her teeth gripping the stem had gone brown, and her fingers were stained with ink. The rest of her was spotlessher black dress, lace collar, stiff white cap. Though her lined face was stern her light brown eyes seemed amused.
She was the kind of old woman who looked as if she would outlive everyone.
She is Catharinas mother, I thought suddenly. It was not just the color of her eyes and the wisp of grey curl that escaped her cap in the same way as her daughters. She had the manner of someone used to looking after those less able than sheof looking after Catharina. I understood now why I had been brought to her rather than her daughter.
Though she seemed to look at me casually, her gaze was watchful. When she narrowed her eyes I realized she knew everything I was thinking. I turned my head so that my cap hid my face.
Maria Thins puffed on her pipe and chuckled. Thats right, girl. You keep your thoughts to yourself here. So, youre to work for my daughter. Shes out now, at the shops. Tanneke here will show you round and explain your duties.
I nodded. Yes, madam.
Tanneke, who had been standing at the old womans side, pushed past me. I followed, Maria Thins eyes branding my back. I heard her chuckling again.
Tanneke took me first to the back of the house, where there were cooking and washing kitchens and two storage rooms. The washing kitchen led out to a tiny courtyard full of drying white laundry.
This needs ironing, for a start, Tanneke said. I said nothing, though it looked as if the laundry had not yet been bleached properly by the midday sun.
She led me back inside and pointed to a hole in the floor of one of the storage rooms, a ladder leading down into it. Youre to sleep there, she announced. Drop your things there now and you can sort yourself out later.
I reluctantly let my bundle drop into the dim hole, thinking of the stones Agnes and Frans and I had thrown into the canal to seek out the monsters. My things thudded onto the dirt floor. I felt like an apple tree losing its fruit.
I followed Tanneke back along the hallway, which all the rooms opened offmany more rooms than in our house. Next to the Crucifixion room where Maria Thins sat, towards the front of the house, was a smaller room with childrens beds, chamberpots, small chairs and a table, on it various earthenware, candlesticks, snuffers, and clothing, all in a jumble.
The girls sleep here, Tanneke mumbled, perhaps embarrassed by the mess.
She turned up the hallway again and opened a door into a large room, where light streamed in from the front windows and across the red and grey tiled floor. The great hall, she muttered. Master and mistress sleep here.
Their bed was hung with green silk curtains. There was other furniture in the rooma large cupboard inlaid with ebony, a whitewood table pushed up to the windows with several Spanish leather chairs arranged around it. But again it was the paintings that struck me. More hung in this room than anywhere else. I counted to nineteen silently. Most were portraitsthey appeared to be members of both families. There was also a painting of the Virgin Mary, and one of the three kings worshipping the Christ Child. I gazed at both uneasily.
Now, upstairs. Tanneke went first up the steep stairs, then put a finger to her lips. I climbed as quietly as I could. At the top I looked around and saw the closed door. Behind it was a silence that I knew was him.
I stood, my eyes fixed on the door, not daring to move in case it opened and he came out.
Tanneke leaned towards me and whispered, Youll be cleaning in there, which the young mistress will explain to you later. And these roomsshe pointed to the doors towards the back of the houseare my mistresss rooms. Only I go in there to clean.
We crept downstairs again. When we were back in the washing kitchen Tanneke said, Youre to take on the laundry for the house. She pointed to a great mound of clothesthey had fallen far behind with their washing. I would struggle to catch up. Theres a cistern in the cooking kitchen but youd best get your water for washing from the canalits clean enough in this part of town.
Tanneke, I said in a low voice, have you been doing all this yourself? The cooking and cleaning and washing for the house?
I had chosen the right words. And some of the shopping. Tanneke puffed up with pride at her own industry. Young mistress does most of it, of course, but she goes off raw meat and fish when shes carrying a child. And thats often, she added in a whisper. Youre to go to the Meat Hall and the fish stalls too. That will be another of your duties.
With that she left me to the laundry. Including me, there were ten of us now in the house, one a baby who would dirty more clothes than the rest. I would be laundering every day, my hands chapped and cracked from the soap and water, my face red from standing over the steam, my back aching from lifting wet cloth, my arms burned by the iron. But I was new and I was youngit was to be expected I would have the hardest tasks.
The laundry needed to soak for a day before I could wash it. In the storage room that led down to the cellar I found two pewter waterpots and a copper kettle. I took the pots with me and walked up the long hallway to the front door.
The girls were sitting on the bench. Now Lisbeth had the bubble blower while Maertge fed baby Johannes bread softened with milk. Cornelia and Aleydis were chasing bubbles. When I appeared they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me expectantly.
Youre the new maid, the girl with the bright red hair declared.
Yes, Cornelia.
Cornelia picked up a pebble and threw it across the road into the canal. There were long scratches up and down her armshe must have been bothering the house cat.
Where will you sleep? Maertge asked, wiping mushy fingers on her apron.
In the cellar.
We like it down there, Cornelia said. Lets go and play there now!
She darted inside but did not go far. When no one followed her she came back out, her face cross.
Aleydis, I said, extending my hand to the youngest girl, will you show me where to get water from the canal?
She took my hand and looked up at me. Her eyes were like two shiny grey coins. We crossed the street, Cornelia and Lisbeth following. Aleydis led me to stairs that descended to the water. As we peeked over I tightened my grip on her hand, as I had done years before with Frans and Agnes whenever we stood next to water.
You stand back from the edge, I ordered. Aleydis obediently took a step back. But Cornelia followed close behind me as I carried the pots down the steps.
Cornelia, are you going to help me carry the water? If not, go back up to your sisters.
She looked at me, and then she did the worst thing. If she had sulked or shouted, I would know I had mastered her. Instead she laughed.
I reached over and slapped her. Her face turned red, but she did not cry. She ran back up the steps. Aleydis and Lisbeth peered down at me solemnly.
I had a feeling then. This is how it will be with her mother, I thought, except that I will not be able to slap her.
I filled the pots and carried them to the top of the steps. Cornelia had disappeared. Maertge was still sitting with Johannes. I took one of the pots inside and back to the cooking kitchen, where I built up the fire, filled the copper kettle, and put it on to heat.
When I came back Cornelia was outside again, her face still flushed. The girls were playing with tops on the grey and white tiles. None of them looked up at me.