Lady Margrette Ansbach-Stewart,

I regret the haste and poor quality of this note written with a pencil upon scrap paper but needs as must be.

Read this as far away from Coleen as fortune permits. If Coleen's talents are anything like mine she might be able to see though you eyes or overhear you read it out loud if you are at all near her room.

I am on the grounds of your estate endeavoring to gain entry via the servant's portal but am momentarily vexed by your daughter Coleen and some desperate attempt by her to escape. 'Twas, likely to seek out our grandmother's help no doubt. She has found some male clothing, ill fitting as it must be upon her womanly frame and has attempted to exit through an unsecured window. I must admire her for her ingenuity whilst in the throes of her madness. Fully in possession of her facilities she would be unstoppable. My father could not thwart my escape this day and Coleen has long been my equal and often my better.

I am confident *Carl* believes the soot and flour covered maid -- my disguise -- did not see his attempt to flee out that window as he soon tried again.

I *happened* to wander into view at an inopportune moment and spoiled that attempt. Coleen will soon suspect if she has not already. Even in her madness she retains her keen scenes. I can tell this is true, a *gift* from Grandmama to aid me no doubt.

To my plan. I have had intercourse with some of your staff and they have redoubled their vigilance so for the moment *Carl* remains safe in your home. Once night descends I fear she will have little difficulty eluding us. Time is fleeting. As this note reaches you I am doffing my guise as a maid and wearing that of a young woman of dubious virtue. Do not be shocked at my appearance. As Coleen believes she is Carl again then any distraction I might gain from flaunting propriety will be worth the censure. To speak plain, I doubt any prostitute plying her trade would dare expose her charms as blatantly as I must.

A servant will slip me into Coleen's room. A bell will ring three times in swift secession. I will burst into *Carl's* chambers and ... offer myself to him on the pretext of gift from his cousin Francis, his male cousin. Whilst *he* is distracted, get Grandmama's letter in his hand. I have prepared a ribbon you must tie around it. It will obscure the magic within the letter for some precious seconds, enough to get it in her hands I pray. I followed grandmother's instructions scrupulously so it will work.

Should this plan fail I have prepared a handful of letters that fair mimic grandmamma's in their magical *flavor* that may be used to confuse her in any latter attempt to get the true missive to her.

Please forgive any rude or unseemly thing I do in the immediate crisis but know I will do anything to save my dear Coleen. If I am harmed or his worship forbid, perish, tell her I forgive her unreservedly.

You loving niece,

Francis.

From the Journal of Lord Carl Steward III

I do not know who that vexxing girl is, she does look familiar, however she is really getting on my nerves. She has tried various ways of preventing me from escaping. I believe she is in league with my mother to turn me into a girl somehow. I must escape.

I have managed to at least it seems jam the door to my room. I slammed it shut after the last person tried to address me as Coleen. When I did so I noticed that the door latch fell away from the door. I think I broke it. I also heard what sounded like wood fallng from the other side of door. Then strangely they pounded on the walls of my room but not the door. Tis most strange.

Anyways night approached as it usually did with no more people bursting into my room. They continue to pound on the walls they cannot seem to find the door. I used my time to prepare for my nightime journey. I am sure grandmother can bring some sanity to my house as I believe this girl has in some way cast a magic spell over my family to make me a girl. I am concerned for my cousin, who I cannot remember if they are male or female. How strange. The spell that was cast on me before may have had more effect on me than I thought.

I managed to make my escape at last. I almost got caught by that witch of a girl but it seems as though her eyes did not spot me. Indeed the entire time I walked the streets people did not see me. The passage must have been more nerve wracking that I had thought it would be. Although I have not really gone very far I am exhausted beyond words. I think I may be getting a cold as my chest is also very sore. I have found some shelter not far from the dockside where I hope to book passage on the next ship to France to find grandmother.

I know I should have left this journal behind but I feel it is better to keep it for now. I will not disclose my place of hiding at this time even in daylight it will be in total darkness but at least is free of rodents and I am confident that nobody will be able to find me while I must sleep.

Lord Carl Steward III

Dear Brother Francis

I am now in a quandry. It would seem my wife and your new daughter have kept information from me.

I found out my new daughter Coleen has suffered a mental relapse and is in very bad straights.

I am beside myself with worry so if this letter does not make much sense I do apologize.

She has been behaving irrationally and at some point it would seem has come into her magic powers. Woe be us, as she seems to be as powerful as Mother. I suspect my new niece may be of similar straights.

She slammed her door after ejecting everyone from her room, it would seem that harmless note from Mother had upset her greatly when 3 maids, my wife, and a scullery maid dressed as a tramp did try to force her to grab the letter.

I do not know how but when she slammed the door the door framing and latch fell off and now it would seem the door is gone only flat wallboard remains with no sigh of a door to her room. Against my better judgement this morning they managed to knock a hole in the wall and discovered her completely missing.

I fear she has run off. The scullery maid claims it was impossible for her to leave and she was watching outside the whole time. Yet my daughter is not in my house anymore.

I am worried to no end as a young girl of her age alone out in the streets could be attacked, though if what I understand is happening the attacker would not walk away.

I could really use a drinking partner. Should you get this missive today be assured I am in my study and am well on my way to a good buzz.

Your brother Everett