First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 16 December 1014 My dearest cousin Armand, Today I once again attained the peak of the social whirl here in Wickshire, at least I have so far experienced it: I attended tea at the Grimsbys. No, perhaps that is too hard of me. The true peak is tea with … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Tea with the Grimsbys (17 February 37 AF)

First Letter Dear Jack, It has been three weeks since I wrote you about the troubles between the town and the garrison; and if the situation has grown no worse, it is only because the snow is too deep for any group to gather in large numbers at Le Cochon's Head. Those few soldiers and … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Grumbling (12 February 37 AF)

First Letter The Elms, Wickshire, Cumbria 9 December 1014 My dearest cousin Armand, Yes it is I, again. I fear you are to be stuck with me, at least so long as my sojourn here in Wickshire extends. But I shall endeavour, as in good faith, to make my wailings and lamentations as diverting for … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Elms (9 February 37 AF)

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)