First Letter Dear Journal, I have taken advantage of the lull in the fighting to send the following letter to my Aunt Maggie in Yorke. I copy it here because I have no doubt it will come to the attention of Mr. Trout, and when one's mail is likely to be read it is wise … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Letter Home (10 Novembre 34 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have not recorded anything in weeks, for I have had little to tell, and little time in which to write. We have been very much in the dark—literally, in that the days have grown shorter and we dare not show lights at night here on the island, but also in … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Blockade (8 Novembre 34 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Astonishing news: the Provençese forces seems to have vanished! Marc brought this news with him today, and has no more idea what to make of it than I do. For the past several weeks Marc has been out and about with the young men of Bois-de-Bas and the other frontier villages, … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Hush (19 Octobre 34 AF)

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)