First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 2 December 1014 My dearest cousin Armand, But there, you have started in surprise. Yes, it is I, your cousin Amelia! But what is the cause of your surprise? Is it that I call you "dearest cousin"? As you are my only close cousin, you are certainly my dearest. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Wickshire (1 February 37 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, Bois-de-Bas has grown in size yet again with the coming of the garrison, and I am not sure how we will manage. When I first came, this was a tidy little place, and all discussions as to the future of the community were held in the hot springs of a Sunday … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Friction (23 January 37 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Tonight is Twelfth Night, or L'Épiphanie as my Provençese-speaking fellows call it; and tomorrow Jack will return to Mont-Havre without having formed any attachment to any of the daughters of Bois-de-Bas—and, what is more surprising, without any marked degree of flirting! It is a state of the most vexing, as Amelie … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Twelfth Night (6 January 37 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It is usually quiet in Bois-de-Bas in this season. The snow has covered the ground, the crops have been in seemingly for ever, les bûcherons are home by the fire, and everyone has settled in for the winter. This year, in contrast, we have a new garrison, courtesy of Lord Doncaster. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Garrison (30 December 36 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, What consternation! What joy! Yesterday afternoon a sky-sloop came to Bois-de-Bas out of the west. It was greeted by screams and shouts; for of course all here remember the coming of Le Cochon's sloops during the war. The shouts drew Amelie and I out of the house, along with most of … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Christmas (25 December 36 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, You were quite right about the weather, and I beg your pardon for being alarmist. Yesterday we had our first snow of the season, a prodigious storm that begin early in the morning and kept all of us by the fireside for the rest of the day. We took turns reading … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Dashing over the Snow (17 December 36 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I seem to have made a bit of a fool of myself. Yes, Le Maréchal has vanished from Guyanão, yes, his current whereabouts are unknown, yes, it is reasonable to make provision for the future. But, as Jack has acerbically reminded me, winter is coming, and Le Maréchal is not enough … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Tomfoolery (31 November 36 AF)

First Letter Mon cher Leon, You are aware, of course, of Lord Doncaster's decisions regarding how lightly Armorica is to be governed by Cumbria; the mood in Mont-Havre is joyous, I am given to understand, and well it should be. But you are likely unaware of some the undercurrents that Jack has shared with me, … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Le Maréchal Escapes (21 November 36 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, Of course you should come to us for the Twelve Days of Christmas. How not? Until you marry and start your own family we are your only family here, n'est-ce pas? And you can hardly go home to Cumbria. I realize, of course, that our little celebrations here in Bois-de-Bas will … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Doings in Mont-Havre (14 November 36 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Some while ago I joked that Bastien is so devoted to my safety that I wouldn't be surprised to find him sleeping across our doorway at night. I now have manifest proof that this is not what he has been doing. I have acquired a stock of Cumbrian books from M. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Reading Lessons (28 October 36 AF)