First Letter Ma chere Amelie, I have such news! So much news, that I fear I might burst from it. Yesterday, I must confess, I was disappointed. I met M. Suprenant's locksmith, a rotund fellow who rejoices in the name of Bertrand D'Aubigny, in front of the guild house at the appointed hour, and there … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Inside the Guild Hall (16 May 35 AF)

First Letter Ma chere Amelie, And here I am in Mont-Havre. It seems so odd to see it again—it was so much my world when I first came to Armorica, and yet for such a brief time, only a few months. It is much larger than Bois-de-Bas yet smaller than I remembered, and much smaller … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Guild Hall (14 May 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Jack left us this morning after an extended stay; word came that His Lordship needs him in Mont-Havre, as well he might. It was the longest Jack and I have been able to spend together since we were boys, and we spent it as you might expect: up until all hours … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Leg to Stand On (5 May 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I write quickly, for it is late—but I must not lose this thought. Cousin Jack is here, in fact he is snoring in the next room as I write, and during the evening he told us of his time with the Army. At one moment he spoke of trying to sleep … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Stress and Strain (23 April 35 AF)

First Letter Mon cher Leon, Thank you so much for getting the recent shipment to us so expeditiously! Your man Guy had a rough drive, so he told me, and certainly both his oxen and his wagon were mud-stained from about shoulder-height on down. How they achieved that while leaving the goods pristine I am … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Armorican Reactions (16 April 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Such news! I received a letter from my cousin Jack yesterday; it came with our first large delivery of goods from Mont-Havre since the first snowfalls. He has come to Armorica and plans to visit us—news enough, surely—but the real news came with the letter and not in it. Cumbria has … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Cumbrian Advance (13 April 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have worked from dawn until well after dusk for the past two weeks, and I believe I have now re-hardened all of the dishes and cookware in Bois-de-Bas. Also, I have collected nearly all of the warming blocks; stack upon stack of them clutter the back corner of our store … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Speculations (30 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The flood has began. The weather is warming and the snow is melting, the village will be all over mud in a week; but I do not speak of that, but of the ladies of Bois-de-Bas. Mme. Tremblay came to my shop two days ago, holding the shards of a broken … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Flood Begins (16 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, I have scarcely been able to sleep these past days, pondering Luc's question: where does the warmth come from? What makes the sky-chairs go? And then, last night—what makes the hardened dishes hard and unbreakable? I fell into a reverie, there in our darkened room, remembering an absurd notion I'd had, … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Dream of Spirits (11 March 35 AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It is fortunate that the weather has improved slightly over the last week, for now my warming blocks are failing—and we lost three more of our hardened dishes in the past week. It may simply be propinquity: we have all been spending much of our time in the kitchen. But these … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Ray of Light (6 March 35 AF)