Image from Huntington Library Ms HM 60, f°7, 15th C.
This 2nd day of February AS LIII
Being 2019 of the Common Era
My Dearest Cristina,
Dawn was still a distant thought when I loaded my wagon and drove to our dear friend’s estate this very morn. Baroness Kezia stood ready as I approached, and knowing our long drive ahead, dawdled not while climbing into the wagon.
The excursion south was chill and the mists lay thick upon the lands. I was ever so glad to see the sun as it burned off the haze near the end of our three hour trek.
For this day, a Clothiers gathering occurred just to the south of our own barony, in the Shire of Cum an Iolar. In preparation of the coming war, the populace met to discuss the clothing needs of the soldiers and troop followers and those who hold our lands safe in the King’s absence.
How to stitch clothing to protect against storm and safeguard against chill and defend against weapon were all topics of discussion.
Oft I heard our country folk speak of camping arrangements and supply needs and dividing the burden of war.
Our King Donngal and Queen Catalina walked ever among Their Populace encouraging and planning.
Around mid day the community came together to see the dress of the different peoples whom we may encounter in our travels. The Angles and Ottomans and Franks and Norse and so many other nations will be seen. And not only in our own kingdom along the trade routes, but mainly at the war, great groups will be seen on and off the field of battle. The costuming is a wonder to behold!
As well, displayed for all to learn, were the arms and banner symbols the ever alert heralds know so well. The arms and symbols are oft seen round abouts the fields of battle and at tournaments so all can see who is present or abroad.
Her Excellency Kezia and I, with much regret, departed late afternoon. For the time spent learning and teaching and sharing knowledge was too short. Ever wishing to linger with our country folk, yet knowing we faced the the long drive homeward to our own lands urged us to withdraw. Finding space at the inn when needed at home seemed self-regarding. So we again loaded our few belongings back in the wagon and turned north ere the sun set.
Yet, afore we could arrive to our estates the murk once again enveloped the world. We only knew of the other wagons by the dim outline of the lamps they carried.
After seeing Kezia safe in her abode, the short trip to mine own estate was over long and fraught with danger.
The fogs had swallowed even the road so as to not see beyond the nose of my face. The lamps did no good. And when I finally found my way, I sent my thanks to the gods.
I am now warm and safe and dry. I have consumed a flagon of ale and eaten a hearty supper… all of which has allowed my humors to settle. My good husband, having expected me, had all prepared and ready.
I have now taken pen and parchment and written this missive and am glad to have done so. For I miss you, my friend, when you are absent, and my heart is eager to bring you news of happenings around the kingdom.
I pray that you are well, and look forward to your return and the tales of your adventures in other realms.
With warmest regards,