Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 5 April 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, No, I have not discussed Lieutenant Harkness's proposal, nor my refusal of it, with His Napes.  You have not yet had time to ask me that question, of course, as my last letter still has weeks to travel; but after these months of … Continue reading A Path Ahead

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 29 March 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, I sometimes feel that these letters that I have been writing to you are the three-volume novel of my life, and never more so than today. Do you recall Rev. Throckmorton from Prophecy and Presumption? I begin to think that I have escaped the … Continue reading A Proposal

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 22 March 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, Spring is here; or, at least, we can see it on the horizon as we fly from Grand-Blaireau down to town and back. The air is warmer, the snow is melting, the roads are increasingly muddy, and the Two Sloops' bill for firewood … Continue reading Tea for Two

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 15 March 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, I cannot say that Eloise has not made herself useful, for the bar parlor has become her domain, and she its queen. I have not needed to give a thought to it this past week. And yet I have given it a thought; … Continue reading Barmaid

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 8 March 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, Yes, yes, all right, yes, I began this week in a sleigh driven by one Lieutenant Samuel Harkness of His Majesty's Royal Army. The weather was fine, and so just before noon we departed from Amelie's shop bound for the same picnic spot … Continue reading Eloise

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 27 February 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, To answer your most urgent question first, no, I have not gone on another sleigh ride with Lt. Harkness; the weather this past Monday was frightful. Nor has he come to dine at the Sloops this past week. Now that he has learned … Continue reading The Next Ridge

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 22 February 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, The weather was indeed fine this past Monday, and the whether having been determined by the concerted advice of Amelie, Elise, and His Napes, I was waiting at Amelie's general store when Lt. Harkness drove up in a rather utilitarian sleigh pulled by … Continue reading Sleigh Ride

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 1 February 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, His Napes and I are still chuckling over something that happened this past week. Two gentlemen from Mont-Havre arrived late in the afternoon and begged rooms and dinner, which we were pleased to grant. I was helping out in the dining room—Lucie has … Continue reading Discretion

Armand's First Letter. Amelia's First Letter. Cathy's First Letter. 18 January 1024, L'Isle du Grand-Blaireau Amelia, I have been invited to go on a sleigh ride. Yesterday I met one Lt. Samuel Harkness of His Majesty's Royal Army, a member of the garrison here in Bois-de-Bas, and the officer responsible for the egregious Private Ryan I wrote of last … Continue reading Pebble