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From: Dennis Courlieux d'Harcourt
To: Amelie D'LaPoir

Dearest Amelie:

As I write this I am about three hours from St. Oghma,the main space-port on Rennes. The pilot has just informed us that the whether at St. Oghma is cold and rainy, and that flights leaving to other settlements on the surface are likely to be delayed. In truth, I am not as annoyed as I might normally expect. I believe I may still be somewhat nervous about my new position. I know this settlement, Dielon, is much smaller than our home at Ygres, but I have never before been the highest authority at any office. There are only five functionaries at the local vassalage, and three gendarmes to keep order, but no supervisor to approve my decisions. I also fear that many, if not all, my workers will be older than I myself. Will they resent a young man from Gascon sent to their planet as their superior? How will my job change now that I have become the final authority? If I err, or if I fail, it was my decision, and none other need face the Marquise. I also do not know how these workers remember my father, and what they will think of the son of their formal liege being sent as their new leige. I very much want to avoid appearing as a spoiled child, and fear being thought to be impudent, or unworthy.

I will try to be less trepidatious. I hope you will do me the courtesy of checking on my mother. She has seemed rather quiet this past three weeks. She barely spoke a word last night as we ate, and she would not come out of her chambers this morning to see me before I left. I do not know why she has become so dour. She was not so distraught when Henri was sent to Marsillius with his regiment, and she is not yet alone, as Yvan, Bernard and Florent remain at home, as well as my sister Matilde. I fear that something is awry with her health, or that my return to Dielon has put her mind of my father and his death. Please do me the courtesy of helping Matilde to ensure she does not grow too lonely, or dwell too deeply on her grief. I will be eternally grateful for your aid.

I would be remiss if I did not add that I miss you greatly. I cannot stress enough, that while I do not know how long I am to be stationed in this tiny hamlet, I do not long intend to be separate from you. I would greatly prefer to be married in the chapel on Le Rue D'Emperor in Ygres, but if I must, I will arrange a home for us here on Rennes until I can obtain a more favorable post. I will, as you asked, visit the Imperial Chapel of St. Oghma in Dielon, or the Chapel of St. Bridgette at the regional market in Treviers and determine if either would be a fitting venue for our marriage. Whether here on Rennes, or home on Gascon, we will be reunited soon, my dear.

Your beloved fiancé: Dennis Courlieux