First Letter Dear Journal, Today was the wedding of Jean-Baptiste and Brigitte. It was a quiet affair, beginning at the church in Bois-de-Bas and continuing at the home of Brigitte's family, and not at all fancy, even by the standards of Bois-de-Bas. Jean-Baptiste and Brigitte wore the clothes they stood up in, and though there … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Wedding (11 Octobre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It's been a tiresome week. Little Anne-Marie has been sleeping poorly all week, and keeping Amelie awake at all hours; and given the size of our quarters her fussiness is contagious. And yet the work goes on, and must be done, and done well. Today, however, is Sunday. We have been … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Master Mind (5 Octobre 34 AF)

First Letter Dear Marc, As you know, I've been pondering how we might quickly send word to you of approaching ships or troops. I believe I might have solved the problem, with a little help from my new apprentice, Luc. It was late yesterday afternoon. I'd been running him through his preliminary forming exercises, which … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Homing In (29 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have, perhaps, found my lad, though I am not sure how well he will like it. For that matter, I am not sure how well I will like it. His name is Luc Touchard. He's a smaller lad than most in Bertrand's crew, and he is both quick and quick-witted. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Luc Touchard (24 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Ask me for anything but lumber! Wood we have a-plenty—L'Isle de Grand-Blaireau is heavily forested, as are the surrounding lands below—but of seasoned lumber we have but little, and we need far more than we have. Lumber for housing here on the island, lumber for sky-chairs, wagons, and sleds, and just … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Lumber (21 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, And so now I am a father, and Amelie and I have a beautiful daughter. We have named her Anne-Marie. It is the strangest thing to hear her little cries, oh so tiny, in this camp of war. She is not the only infant in Bois-de-Bois, indeed, but none of the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Anne-Marie (14 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Onc' Herbert is dead. The Provençese cochons have killed him. Marc brought us word just after sundown. They came to Onc' Herbert's farm this afternoon, looking for the men who took and burned their sloop. Their two remaining sloops found the wreckage this morning, one landing and one keeping watch, as … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Goat’s Head (10 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The men have returned from their excursion, and the Provençese cochons are down one sloop. The crew were slain to the last man, which I suppose was an unspoken part of the plan, and the sloop burned. I find that I am both pleased and appalled. Jacques Poquêrie led the group. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Ambush (7 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, News, at last! We had a visit from Marc Frontenac late this evening, and none too soon. I was delighted to see him. He came to us quietly after twilight, and left perhaps two hours later. It was a pity that he was not able to stay until morning and speak … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- News (2 Septembre 34AF)