Letters from the South
Written 19 July Anno Societatus LIV
Being 2019 of the Common Era
I have traversed the long miles to arrive this day into the southern reaches of my fair kingdom.
Worried I have been with the horses trudging the miles in the searing heat which has held sway these recent weeks o’er the lands. Water in plenty we carried for there are many long stretches between where we normally find our ease.
Upon our arrival, I felt greatly relieved that I had to push them no further.
Their Majesties are holding a grand celebration of the Arts and Sciences here in Their charming Shire of Oakheart. They wish to pick a Champion to show off the grandeur which is Calontir.
I have worked in secret on a project with which to present to the judges. I fear I have not the skills to try for grand champion. Though in my heart I hope that my art may please our Rainbow Queen, Yseult, and She may have a kind word for me.
For in the end, my project will be a gift for one of my countrywoman. It would please me if I had our Queen’s smile upon it when I present it to my friend.
As I look around, methinks there is a grand gathering at the local monastery as there are robed friars and priests and nuns aplenty walking about. I fear for my very soul that I shall do or say something and be condemned to suffer in purgatory over long for a misstep.
I write this note quickly, and will send it on its way with a messenger to your high kingdom, to make its way to your estate. My room at the local inn shall soon be ready, and I must attend to my belongings and be out of the way.
It is my fondest wish to visit with you, and look upon your beauteous countenance. Mayhap it won’t be long.
Until that time, I remain ever your friend.