Dearest Brother
Have you lost your mind? Yea Gods, you and your infernal temper have made another fine mess. Will you never learn. If our beloved mother hears of this I dare say your ears will never recover.
You may be my half brother but this this.. You will come to my house and we will discuss your many short comings in this regard at your earliest convenience.
It is not enough that I have to deal with the colonies as envoy to the king, No you have to create a mess at home as well.
I arrive home after a most annoying many days travel across the ocean, which if you remember I do not survive well. To find my beloved wife all but plotting your murder. It took me many an hour to calm her down, forsooth she will have trouble sitting for a few days.
I am undecided as to our new daughters. These most unwelcome matters were, I can assure you, of great shock. I have little doubt that both of the brats are in someway responsible, if you remember we did ah partake of much worse in our days.
I am greatly troubled by the amount of suitors trying for my sons, pardon daughters, hand. I have had no less than twelve young men so far as me for permission to court him.
It would be wise, I think for you to also bring my nephew to our house to see what we can gleam. Mayhap we can in some way gleam what may have happened.
I am afraid by the time you receive this letter I will have no doubt emptied most of my stock of spirits. If you could bring a case of that fine vintage we had at last years christmas I would be most happy.
Your brother
Lord Everett Carl Stewart Envoy of his majesty King George.
Dearest Francis
I am so scared. Father came home yesterday. He was not in a jovial mood. He came home to find our parlour full of the young men having tea with me yet again. Mother took him aside to his study. My maid thought it best to send the young men off and I believe a few of them were more than happy to do so. When they did take their leave of us finnaly the maids and myself did try to listen but alas as you doth no doubt remember my fathers study does no conduct sound very well with the thick door and all those books.
We did hear some loud muffled noises of my mother and father but we could not understand anything. And when mother came out she did thus shoo us away while she retrieved some letters for my father. Of course we all went back to try to listen again. I do note my mother did make some distressing sounds.
It was much later that mother did emerge but her maid took her away before I satisfy my curiosity. Tis so frustrating. Father did call me for me soon after by the name of Carl. It has been so long since I responded to that name it took me by surprise.
I tried to explain what I knew to father as much as I could. He did not look pleased. In truth I did fear for the safety of my bottom although it has been many years since I did last feel my fathers hand on my bottom in punishment. It was a most unconfortable questioning as he did take part of spirits through the entire time. As you know my father is quite famous for not indulging in spirits nursing a single glass of brandy for a whole evening. In truth I did suspect this was due to his rather talkitive nature. But alas I do digress.
My maid did make an effort to correct my father in his address to me but he was most rude to her and she did then try to blend into the bookcases after. I am afraid it will take father some time to come to call my by Colleen. But he has not disowned me thus far so I hold hope in my bossom that he may come around. I believe I shall make an effort to convince my maid that I should dress very conservative and somewhat manly, though I do not know if such is possible from my wardrobe.
I was sent to my room soon after and I doth confess I was in tears when I did. I did thus search my wardrobe for suitable clothes but alas I have nothing to wear. It took my maid some time to get me to calm down I assure you. I was most distraut and did spend much of my time in my shift crying on my bed.
This morning Lord Mathis did come to call, which did in truth excite me and I took pains to appear proper. Father would have none of this courting as no soon had we sat with tea and biscuits that father came into the parlour with that old broadsword from above the mantel in hand. I was so embarresed as he did chase Mathis out. Indeed he threw that sword into the front door with such force I that it did poke through the other side. As I no longer have the strenght to remove it nor did our maids we have left it for the cabinet maker to repair along with the door to my fathers study which he did close with enough force to shatter the latch.
When mother did appear this morning her face was quite ashen and she was quiet and unusually demure silently following behind my father much as a maid would. Indeed she did take any of the trays of dinner for my father from the maids. It was puzzling and our house seems eirily quiet today. I do know that my father did send a letter to the postman but I know nothing of its contents nor to who it is.
I have not had the time to pass on your reguards to my mother not to inform her of Lord Henry. I think it would be best if I did remain silent on such for now. I can assure you Lord Mathis is nothing more than a friend as I do not wish suitors nor do I wish to court any men. I cannot yet come to think of men as the opposite sex yet. If feels too strange. I must confess I am confused greatly on this matter. I do know that I will have to come to terms that I am now a young lady who will bear children but it doth seem a dream and not real.
I do understand your problems with spirits though my maid nor my manservant did comment that I behaved in such a manner when I was quite sotted when I did first return from the acadamy of wizards.
Speaking of Wizards. I do not know if they truly did do anything but feel free to use the attached letter of introduction to the wizards that did examine me.
Onto the important matter. You seem to be sweet on this wizard Charles. I have only impartial news of him. How does he act. Do you find him attractive or comely? I am afraid I do not really have this feminine part down yet. In old days I would ask if you wished to bed her pardon him. My maid assures me ladies do not ask such questions. Yes she doth watch over my shoulder as I write this.
I do in truth wish we could meet as well but I understand your father is still quite against our meeting. Though I do confess I am puzzled as to how we could possibly do any worse than we have already.
My manservant has been missing for some time now and I do grow worried. Though we did have some crazy young woman come exclaiming to see me a few days ago. I did not get a chance to speak with her before our butler did send her away. So I have no news on any progress to what happened to us. I am sorry I know you hoped, as I do , for some positive news on this reguard.
Your loving cousin
Colleen
P.S. After I finished this letter I did bring father a sandwich in his study. He seemed to be absorbed in trying to write a letter our grandmother. He was unusually jumpy when I entered and seemed in truth quite feared. Strange all I remember of our grandmother was those greatly embrodiered mittens that did not keep out the cold much that we used that one time we did visit her and made that fort in her garden. She always did seem kindly to me. I do know our grandmother Princess Esmerelda, Duchess of Birmingham is currently visiting our queens family in Prussia. Do you have any idea why my father would be so afeared?
Comments
Tennis!
This is a lot like watching tennis. Tels has smacked the ball to John. Now we're watching to see what John does! LOL! If you love historical fiction this is a must read even with the fantasy and magic! I can just see the father complete with mutton chops downing a glass of the good stuff while writing this while the lady of the house is sharping her knives. Allegorically speaking ... maybe. :)
hugs
Grover
I'm really enjoying this!
The fact that you are posting this very quickly makes it even more pleasant. I like Grover's tennis analogy-it is just like that! Now that the fathers are going at each other, perhaps we can learn how this happened finally, and maybe why it happened as well. It's a very good story!
Wren
I find this most agreeable.
I love this style of writing very much! Such a writer could easily ensnare my emotions, forcing me to become quite besotted with such an one; perhaps even enticing me to hidden indiscretions. Hopefully they would remain hidden, having occurred in a place of absolute seclusion, even a loft filled with hay. My stays would require substantial loosening, and I would hope that he would have sufficient regard for me in his sated state, to restore them to their proper state, and thus my dignity.
I shall be waiting with bated breath for your next installment.
Lady Gwendolyn
colleen is busy please leave a msg at the sound of the beep
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The lady colleen is in her room writing another letter to her cousin it will be posted soon.
The mysterious case of the missing manhoods. Part 4 updated
Love reading this story.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Something is afoot Watson...
My manservant has been missing for some time now and I do grow worried. Though we did have some crazy young woman come exclaiming to see me a few days ago. I did not get a chance to speak with her before our butler did send her away. So I have no news on any progress to what happened to us. I am sorry I know you hoped, as I do , for some positive news on this reguard.
Sounds like a missing manservant is now a young woman...
It seems like the father's
It seems like the father's brother has something to do with this.
I'm taking a stab in the dark and will assume that the grandmother is a witch.
See your wizard & raise you 2 witches & demon to be named later
-- snicker --
How the heck am I to respond to this letter?
Now where is your latest PM, my magic 8-ball and that grimore?
A missing trusted man servant, deaths and disappearances near the harbor, a father acting alternately violent then suspiciously fearful, drawing rooms full of eager male suitors for a newly made woman, a mysterious grandmother with a VERY witchy name, a supposedly crazy unfamiliar girl demanding to see Colleen, dear Francis's *attacks* of near uncontrollable wantonness...not to mention her blonde bombshell body...?
Nah, just coincidence.
John in Wauwatosa
P.S. This letter format allows my spelling and grammatical errors some leeway. Hey they are letters, some written in a hurry to catch the *servant express* as daddy might intercept a letter with unhappy consequences.
P.P.S. THWACK ! "Uhmpf!"
See I can do a Venus Williams.
-- Thwack --
"Umph! OMG! I broke a nail! This so grody. Like timeout, yah know, referee guy?"
Um maybe not.
John in Wauwatosa
Snicker!
I know him or is it her.
LoL
Rita
I'm a dyslexic agnostic insomniac.
'Someone who lies awake at night wondering if there's a dog.'
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don't mind, it doesn't matter!
(Mark Twain)
LoL
Rita
Good story, but period language needs work
The story and characters are very engaging and I look forward to reading more. The spelling and punctuation, and the run-on sentences, can be chalked up to the writing skills of the characters. But the anachronisms in the period language can't be. For instance,
"but it doth seem a dream and not real."
"Doth" fell out of use, except in poetry, about a hundred or two hundred years before the time this story seems to be set. And there are other spots where the grammar seems to be that of the 16th century than the 18th or early 19th. I would suggest immersing yourself in books written in this period -- authors ranging from, say, Laurence Sterne and Tobias Smollett to Jane Austen and Elizabeth Gaskell; most of their works are available for free online -- to get a better feel for the way people talked and wrote then.
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