First Letter Dear Journal, Ask me for anything but lumber! Wood we have a-plenty—L'Isle de Grand-Blaireau is heavily forested, as are the surrounding lands below—but of seasoned lumber we have but little, and we need far more than we have. Lumber for housing here on the island, lumber for sky-chairs, wagons, and sleds, and just … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Lumber (21 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, And so now I am a father, and Amelie and I have a beautiful daughter. We have named her Anne-Marie. It is the strangest thing to hear her little cries, oh so tiny, in this camp of war. She is not the only infant in Bois-de-Bois, indeed, but none of the … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Anne-Marie (14 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Onc' Herbert is dead. The Provençese cochons have killed him. Marc brought us word just after sundown. They came to Onc' Herbert's farm this afternoon, looking for the men who took and burned their sloop. Their two remaining sloops found the wreckage this morning, one landing and one keeping watch, as … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Goat’s Head (10 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The men have returned from their excursion, and the Provençese cochons are down one sloop. The crew were slain to the last man, which I suppose was an unspoken part of the plan, and the sloop burned. I find that I am both pleased and appalled. Jacques Poquêrie led the group. … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Ambush (7 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, News, at last! We had a visit from Marc Frontenac late this evening, and none too soon. I was delighted to see him. He came to us quietly after twilight, and left perhaps two hours later. It was a pity that he was not able to stay until morning and speak … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- News (2 Septembre 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, The last three days have been among the longest in my life, not excluding the weeks spent on the Lombard in transit to Armorica. No fires, no light at night, no building during the day, nothing to do but sit and worry. It is not good for me; it is not … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Waiting (31 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Journal, Nearly the worst has happened: the Provençese cochons have come to Bois-de-Bas in force, and established a garrison in the village, bringing three sky-sloops and a full company of troops in addition to the crews. Marc and Elise have been ejected from the shop, which they had been running in our … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Garrison (28 Août 34AF)

First Letter Cher Onc' Herbert, I very much appreciate the several wagon-loads of livestock you sent us yesterday, especially the chickens, for they will go a long way toward making our little hidden settlement self-sustaining should les Cochons du Maréchal come in force. But I ask you, was it really necessary to send us your … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- The Sky Goats (24 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Marc, First, my thanks for the many wagon-loads of supplies you have sent to us over the past week. I begin to think you are stripping the barns and storehouses of Bois-de-Bas quite bare! Fortunately the lads have found some grottoes we can use for storage, or we should have been quite … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Sleds (22 Août 34AF)

First Letter Dear Marc, I must thank you for your care of my friends Madame Truc, Jacques-le-Souris, and especially Jean-Baptiste, and for bringing them to me most swiftly. They had to take off Jean-Baptiste's leg below the knee, but now he is doing ever so much better than he was when he arrived. He is … Continue reading Letters from Armorica- Jean-Baptiste (17 Août 34AF)