First Letter Dear Journal, Now that I sit and reflect on the day, I have a feeling that I'm being managed. I'm not sure I like that. But maybe I do. I suppose I shall have to make my mind up one way or the other, and before too much time has passed. I was … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Taking Inventory (7 Novembre 33AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The cat is now out of the bag, or at least his nose is peeking out of the mouth of the sack. When we reached the hot springs this afternoon, Marc led me down a different path to a pool I had not seen before. It was provided with the usual … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Interview (3 Novembre 33AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Harvest is over; the weather is cooling; and I have at last had word from Mont-Havre! The news is both good and bad. The pirate threat has diminished, or at least more ships are getting through, and so there is news from abroad. We hear that Cumbria and Provençe have been … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Le Maréchal (20 Octobre 33AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, It has been a busy time. The goats are ever-present, but in addition we are beginning the harvest. The fields are small, having been carved out of the forest, and they do not all ripen quite at once, having been planted one at a time, but still there has been much … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Harvest (6 Octobre 33AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, My life has taken on a pattern. I work hard on Onc' Herbert's farm all week, tending the goats and what not (for he no longer allows me to help cut down trees); and on the day of rest I attend divine services and visit the hot springs with the rest … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Goats (22 Septembre 33AF)

First Letter Dear journal, It has been days since I have had time and wakefulness enough to record any of my doings! There is no margin for slacking on the frontier, and Bois-de-Bas is most definitely on the frontier: a beautiful place, indeed, a place of woods and grottos and small valleys and small fields … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- A Day of Rest (8 Septembre 33AF)

First Letter Dear Madame Truc, I hope this finds you well. I have arrived at my friends' home and found a welcome—of sorts. Which is to say: they are agreeable to my presence, indeed they hoped I would come to them; but they are not best pleased about the circumstances. I find it hard to … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Of Mail and Men (4 Septembre 33AF)

First Letter Dear journal— Silly as that sounds to my ears, it is a blessed thing to write it down at last. I have been walking all day, and such sights I have seen and such thoughts I have had! They buzz in my brain, and I have been longing for nightfall and the chance … Continue reading Letters to Armorica- Sky Islands (27 Août 33AF)

First Letter Dear journal— How foolish that sounds to my ears! As though I were my young cousin Cynthia writing about her beaux. And yet, I must record these things, for my own safety, and I must not communicate them to others, for their safety and mine. I had word from my cousin yesterday—a courier … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Rumors of War (26 Août 33AF)

First Letter Dear Marc, Things are unsettled here in Mont-Havre, and the future looks bleak. I presume that the news has come to Bois-de-Bas of the troubles we have had from pirates: the Cannondale taken, and other ships missing altogether. M. Suprenant no longer whistles when he comes in in the morning, and my work … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Bad Times in Mont-Havre (14 Août 33AF)