A letter from Moyri to her parents
Here, too, babies trump spies. Ysellei Moyri astin Rhydin, Valdis, Festival of Anshen, Midsummer, the year 347 To her Father and Mother Dearest Father and Mother. It’s time to send me your congratulations! The day before yesterday, two days before Midsummer I gave birth to the twins Lydan and Bandeh. They are beautiful! A lovely boy, not as big as Bahar when he was born, but big for one of a set of twins, and the prettiest little girl you’ve ever seen. We are naming her Bandeh, after Uznur’s mother: she was born first. Her brother, our youngest child, we will name Lydan, after Grandfather. Please find enclosed some sketches done by Shab Hafte, the Painter to the Court. He has spent some days around me with his paper and chalks, sneakily sleeping on the couch in the drawing room instead of going home. Bahar and Serla are besotted with their little sister and brother and cannot keep away from the bed — I am still bedridden. The last month was very difficult for me and I have not left my bed for weeks, except for the actual birthgiving. Uznur, that dear, held me on his knees, which is something […]