First Letter Dear Journal, I am not quite sure how it happened, but here in the encampment on L'Isle de Grand-Blaireau I have become the person everyone asks for permission to do things. It is a great nuisance and distraction, for I have many things of my own to attend to; but at times it … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Day of Rest (10 Août 34AF)

First Letter Cher Onc' Herbert, I have just this moment discovered what Drunken Jacques was telling people to get them to cooperate with getting the supplies in order. He was telling them that I'd be disappointed if they continued to make a fuss! Me! What am I, some kind of monster? Why in all of … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- On Disappointment (9 Août 34AF)

First Letter Cher Onc' Herbert, Merci beaucoup for sending Drunken Jacques and your grandson Christophe to help manage the goods you have been sending us! You were quite right: Amelie was horribly bored here on Le Blaireau with nothing to do, and she has quite taken to sitting in a comfortable chair under the canvas … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Supply Team (8 Août 34AF)

First Letter Cher Onc' Herbert, We now have quite a bustling little place here on L'Isle de Grand-Blaireau, and I am beginning to worry about supplies. In the long term, I am worried that we will not have enough, either here or in Bois-de-Bas. The Provençese forces either have control of Mont-Havre and the roads … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Order from Chaos (6 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Yesterday and today Jacques and I continued our work on our first sky-wagon. We built it on the foredeck of Le Rubicon, not the most congenial spot for such activity: the deck of the sloop has a distinct curve to it, and is cramped besides. The curvature makes it tricky to … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Wagon (3 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Yesterday everything changed. We are at war. I don't say that Armorica is at war with Provençe—though would that it were! But Bois-de-Bas is certainly and openly at war with the forces of Le Maréchal. And more than that, I am no longer alone. The forest round about Le Blaireau is … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Rubicon (1 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have completed two more sky-chairs and am now out of materials; and so I have spent the last several days exploring my island, which Marc tells me my fellow villagers have taken to calling L'Isle du Grand-Blaireaux, or, alternatively, L'Isle d'Armand. We shall see which one wins out. My first … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Exploring (3 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has been quite a busy week, Dear Journal, as you well know, and Dear Lord, when did I start talking to my journal as though it were another person? I am so tired of living alone. This sloop is not large, though far more than ample for one, and I … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: Old Man Blaireau (26 Juillet 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I had a lovely break from my solitude today, for Marc came to visit, and he brought Amelie with him! It was but the briefest of visits—should the Provençese return to Bois-de-Bas they must find Amelie present there, or they will never believe I have run. I quite scolded Marc for … Continue reading Letters from Armorica: A Brief Visit (20 Juillet 34AF)