First Letter Dear Journal, As I write I am sitting—with no small degree of bemusement—in the tiny cabin of the Provençese sloop my fellow villagers have christened Le Blaireau. I am perfectly safe—and yet, in some ways I am no less a prisoner than if the Provençese lieutenant had carried me away. I cannot move … Continue reading Letters from Armorica-In Hiding (17 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has happened. The forces of Le Maréchal have come to Armorica. A recruiting sloop came to Bois-de-Bas late this afternoon, landing on the green before the church and scarring it horribly. The lieutenant in command sent his troops to scour the village and gather us in. We men were made … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Recruiters (16 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Aunt Maggie, I am taking advantage of the current truce to write you and tell you how am I doing. Doubtless you have been waiting for word, and I must first explain why you hadn't yet received any. Several weeks ago I sent a letter to my father, a letter of the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Strategem (22 Juin 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I never imagined that a grand-blaireau could grow so large. I had heard much about them from Jacques-la-Souris while I was living at Madame Truc's—the ferocity, the sharpness of the fangs, the surly and jealous demeanor—and I had seen the richness of the fur for myself. All these were as I … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Island (16 Juin 34AF)