Perdita von Bremen

A woman in the  14th century.

(not quite correctly garbed in tis picture... )

 

Perdita arrived at Bremen at the end of winter in the beginning of 1303, brought by Friesians to the Doneldey family at the first spring market under the protection of "Marktfrieden". The Friesian Chief gave no information about the lady, except that she was (in order to be disposed of) brought to them with what seemed to be a severe looking head wound the "belongings" in the lady's possession as well as her luggage was to come to the Friesians' hands. Nothing strange in those days, and Friesians don't ask a lot of questions either. But the wound had only been slight, and when the chief's wife was brought to bed on the day of winter solstice, the lady had helped with the birth of twin sons. Christianity still warred with old religions, and according to the old faith it would have been of bad omen to kill her now. So, since she could not stay with them, the Friesians thought best of bringing her to Bremen together with her (Only slightly diminished, one DOES have expenses, after all!) money and jewellery.

The lady, at that time approximately between eighteen to twenty of years, had no recollection of her name or former life, but proved to be knowledgeable not only in womanly occupations, such as embroidery and sewing, but also in reading and writing, and command of the English language as well as a little French and Latin. She could have been anyone, from a rich commoner's daughter to a member of the aristocracy. But since no one claimed her as family or had heard of someone searching for her, and the lady herself never remembered, therefore she was bound for the next nunnery, especially as the "belongings" awakened the ever present greed of the clerics.

Fortunately the people of Bremen had never been on good terms with the local clerics (as for instance the Archbishops, fine examples of clerical greed, and consequently chased all the way to Hamburg several times), so the Doneldeys gave her a new home and called her Perdita (meaning "The Lost One"). With the help of the head of the house, a successful merchant, who did some shrewd business with Perdita's money, she accumulated some wealth and was able to live in comparative independence, though no one did ever find out who she was.

 

 

Thus my Persona. I was born in Bremen, I love that town, and, after all, what would be more suitable than the town which has quite early in our times represented a fine mixture of liberty, common sense, warriordom, tolerance and shrewdness. The Doneldeys were a (really existing) reputable patrician family, well known, and even then noted for their charity. The heads of the house were in more than one generation elected as Lord Mayor, and proved successful in this office.

Although I hated needlework at school (Who didn't?) I began to like it when I couldn't be FORCED to do it anymore. I do sewing, knitting (yes Arrans, too), embroidery, a bit of crocheting, weaving, bobbin lace, tatting....

As for other hobbies: I was a lifrolegame player, too. Since I am slightly handicapped, I was never be able to play the conquering hero/magician/whatever (I can neither fight nor run away), so I lucked out as a bard and storyteller. While heroes and their likes often perish in battle or ambush or are disposed of by assassins, no one ever kills the storyteller, for the same reason one doesn't shoot the piano player: Dead people don't entertain. I specialised in "Three-Word-Stories" give me three words and I tell you a story (Oh, and please don't say: princess, knight, and dragon. The resulting stories are few and lose a bit after the 500th repetition.).