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Letter II: Swift Love



A letter scrawled first on multiple backsides of the Red Anvil’s ledgers, then on a piece of stationery borrowed from Ms. Ellinor Statler. The penmanship is inelegant, the words rife with misspellings, and two of its ledgers have accidentally been crumpled when placed inside the letter’s envelope. Outside, it reads:

Ms. Cᴀɪᴛʟɪɴ Fᴏʀᴇſᴛᴇʀ
Tʀᴇſᴛʟᴇʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ, N.D.
​Hᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Cᴀʀᴇ

Dere Catelin,

I'm glad to have Ellie. To hold her close and say l love her. To no know shell say it back. It's a sweet sound that stirs the hart and—I'm sure youve been in love already Cat. This one, I think is trewe. I was afeard, afeard that ours would be a moment's love and that the sweetnesse I felt would wilt like how a swete pastry left to long in the oven goes burnt and bitter. But even tho we're yet unmareed, we'ue promised ourselves to each other, fullie and for ever. Have I been too hastee? Is daft Hudd moving too cwick? Will a swift love dye as swift? I dair not think so. It would friten me were it any other lass. But this love in my hart is the only one and the one I know to be true.

Ford's absense is stille on my mind. But I keep from thinking about it for her sake. My woman, the fair Ellinor Statler (In secret, Cait, I taste the sound of her name to be—Ellinor Forester—and savor it a-while) dosen't deserve a halfharted husband, because her haert is mine just as mine is hers. It scared me that it's bene so easey to forget. Or at leest I think it's easie. He was my best friend and Ellies too. I always thougt I had a big hart, a big heart that overflowd with love. But it seems that love was not as large as it seemd. A selfish thought... perhaps in his absense my love for Ellie has waxd. More than ever, we need eech other. The sorenesse in my heart so easly faded, and it makes me think: will I so easily forget her? Stars, I hope not. Perſecsion deserves better.

We pushd his bed and mine against the wall (though it hasn't been mine for many a night—Master Statler forgive me for our hurrieed love.) I feel giltie over Ford but it's easyer to forget with Ellie nessled in my arms. We fit together perfectly. It feels rite right. It felt right before. I do not think of old frends friends and famly until finaly in the morning, unhappie to leave, we pulle apart from each other and dress and get to work, and I see something that reminds me. It's earley in the morning so maybe itll chanje after I sleep again. I dont know. I had a good dreme last night! I dreamt I was a night. I slew a graet wyrm for Ellie's rescue and all of Bree and Combe and Archet and Staddle cheerd me on. Art and Ma and Da too. I sound like a childe, don't I? But I feel like a child when I'm with her. Happie and yonge like in the good dayse when we were a famlie (well, the Statler familee, Ford, and I). How childish, I’m crying again! But it's a good feeling.

Lin and Ellie and me went to Bree-town a little bit ago, to see her uncle Otis. Did you ever meet the fello? I hear the stranjest things coming from that girl. And what’s more we had bad bisness with a mene woman,Miss Ibota Wormwood. [There is a crudely drawn image of a young woman’s face, her hair tied back in a bun and horns upon her brow.] But in town, Ellie and I made up for distants we’d had bitween us becuse of Ford. It was good.

You remember Lowan, don’t you? Lowan Widdelby and Ambrielle Willow are now betrothed. But the stars had some truble in mind for them, so now Lowans father has passed and some sickness has beſallen Aimbrel. I no not what will come of it. Keep her in your thots. But I menshion this becase Ellie and me were visiting and brot her a pie Ellie made exsept Ide switched it out with one of Mr. Keteon’s so we didn’t look bad. When we got home, we had a little fiyte over it but it turnd out okay. It was a good pie and she didn’t deserve it and I was real crule to do it. It wasn’t the prettyest thing but it was hers and she tryd and it was done with love. Not that Keeton dusn’t do his with love. I don’t know. She’s forgiven me now, and I hope I don’t misstep again. Dumb Hudde not thinking again. That”s not rite, I was, just... I hope I’m doing her better like she deserves. Coud you give me some words, hwen you can? I love her so and I want her to kno it, always. You always seem to know what to do.

 

With much love from us both,
Yore Your brother, Hudde Forester

P.S. Plese visit soon! Wenever you get the chans, we`d gladly hav you. Ellie reckons we need more companie in the huse. I lov you

P.P.S. I forgot all a bout Ellie’s uncle! Wish me luck for to morrow when I go to ask for her hand in marage. I hope he won’t be to angry. I wont tell him evrything


Dear Caitlin,

I'm glad to have Ellie. To hold her close and say I love her. To know she'll say it back. It's a sweet sound that stirs the heart andI'm sure you've been in love already, Cait. This one, I think is true. I was afeard at first, afeard that ours would be a moment's love and that the sweetness I felt would wilt like how a sweet pastry left too long in the oven goes burnt and bitter. But even though we're yet unmarried, we've promised ourselves to each other, fully and forever. Have I been too hasty? Is daft Hudd moving too quick? Will a swift love die as swift? I dare not think so. It would frighten me were it any other lass. But this love in my heart is the only one, and the one I know to be true.

Ford's absence is still on my mind. But I keep from thinking about it for her sake. My woman, the fair Ellinor Statler (In secret, Cait, I taste the sound of her name to beEllinor Foresterand savor it awhile) doesn't deserve a half-hearted husband, because her heart is mine just as mine is hers. It scared me that it's been so easy to forget. Or at least I think it's easy. He was my best friend and Ellie's too. I always thought I had a big heart, a big heart that overflowed with love. But it seems that love was not as large as it seemed. A selfish thought... perhaps in his absence my love for Ellie has waxed. More than ever, we need each other. The soreness in my heart so easily faded, and it makes me think: will I so easily forget her? Stars, I hope not. Perfection deserves better.

We pushed his bed and mine against the wall (though it hasn't been mine for many a nightMaster Statler forgive me for our hurried love.) I feel guilty over Ford but it's easier to forget with Ellie nestled in my arms. We fit together perfectly. It feels right. It felt right before. I do not think of old friends and family until finally in the morning, unhappy to leave, we pull apart from each other and dress and get to work, and I see something that reminds me. It's early in the morning so maybe it'll change after I sleep again. I don't know. I had a good dream last night! I dreamt I was a knight. I slew a great wyrm for Ellie's rescue and all of Bree and Combe and Archet and Staddle cheered me on. Art and Ma and Da too. I sound like a child, don't I? But I feel like a child when I'm with her. Happy and young like in the good days when we were a family (well, the Statler family, Ford, and I). How childish, I’m crying again! But it's a good feeling.

Lyn and Ellie and me went to Bree-town a little bit ago, to see her uncle Otis. Did you ever meet the fellow? I hear the strangest things coming from that girl. And what’s more we had bad business with a mean woman,Miss Ibota Wormwood. [There is a crudely drawn image of a young woman’s face, her hair tied back in a bun and horns upon her brow.] But in town, Ellie and I made up for distance we’d had between us because of Ford. It was good.

You remember Lowan, don’t you? Lowan Widdleby and Aimbriel Willow are now betrothed. But the stars had some trouble in mind for them, so now Lowan’s father has passed and some sickness has befallen Aimbriel. I know not what will come of it. Keep her in your thoughts. But I mention this because Ellie and me were visiting and brought her a pie Ellie made except I’d switched it out with one of Mr. Keaton’s so we didn’t look bad. When we got home, we had a little fight over it but it turned out okay. It was a good pie and she didn’t deserve it and I was real cruel to do it. It wasn’t the prettiest thing but it was hers and she tried and it was done with love. Not that Keaton doesn’t do his with love. I don’t know. She’s forgiven me now, and I hope I don’t misstep again. Dumb Hudd not thinking again. That’s not right, I was, just... I hope I’m doing her better like she deserves. Could you give me some words, when you can? I love her so and I want her to know it, always. You always seem to know what to do. 

 

With much love from us both,
Your brother, Hudd Forester

P.S. Please visit soon! Whenever you get the chance, we’d gladly have you. Ellie reckons we need more company in the house. I love you.

P.P.S. I forgot all about Ellie’s uncle! Wish me luck for tomorrow, when I go to ask for her hand in marriage. I hope he won’t be too angry. I won’t tell him everything.