He’s quite pleased with how he handled the doctors. The difficult thing is that I can’t tell whether he really did well, because his self-confidence gets in the way (and makes me think that because he thinks he did it right, he must have done it wrong). I don’t think…

This is the second part of a post that would otherwise be unwieldily long. (Small edits, mostly in conversation.) The singing-girls were only the first lot of people we lost in a few days. Some went to be servants elsewhere, some found other work, a whole lot of girl clerks…

More stuff written by Fian’s evil twin because there’s no way he could have had time to write. And he’s still embarrassed, but no longer terminally so. Some of the incidents may be out of order, because this is two sessions that run together in my mind. Posted in two…

Very hard to write because I was writhing with vicarious embarrassment. I am so ashamed! For of course Morin was right, much as I hate to have to admit that. Well, I’ll start at the beginning. I took the boys to the queen as I’d made up my mind to…

Fian doesn’t actually have time to write so much of a diary, but I’m letting his evil twin write it because I want it to be written. It’s very much his voice. Essle, day of Naigha, eighth week of Mizran Lydan says I should write everything down because otherwise my…