Letter from Rosaire to Perrine
To Ser Perrine de Pepin, knight in the service of House Dufresne, be this letter delivered.
Dear child, I greet you well, desiring to hear of your welfare and that of all your family, save the one I have already had news of, that news being that he still does not have an office, a state of affairs we all mourn in the appropriate way, the nature of which you may guess.
I write to inform you that the timing of the wedding has been tentatively decided, news to which I imagine you must exclaim, “At last, the knave!” It will be at the end of this moon, while the days are still long and the sun still embraces the Coerthan mountainsides, allowing a semblance of summer to yet halo the bride on her voyage across the Pillars. It is my fond wish that you will be in attendance as not only a friend of us both but also a stalwart guardian ready to lay low any who would dare to interrupt the proceedings. I understand, however, that to do so you must know the exact sun as soon as possible in order to coordinate with your duties to both Dufresne and Pepin; unfortunately we are not committing to one until the last possible moment, for fear that even if we confide it only to a few, if but one of the acolytes in attendance at the Cathedral that day lets carelessly slip, word may reach the ears of those who would come to protest or harass the procession. If it consequently transpires that you are unable to attend, we will both be very sad, but we shall feel your presence-in-spirit and hope at least to see you at the celebration afterwards. I beg you forgive my lady for these circumstances and blame only me.