I am glad to finally make your acquaintance. It seems strange to know that I have had a first cousin that I was completely unaware of. It is past time we rectify that situation. I have heard a great deal about you already from Joshua, but I would rather hear from you yourself.
He tells me that you have a talent for seeing the past, which sounds fascinating. I cannot count the number of times I have wondered what exactly was said at an event, or how something came to pass. My own skill is quite small and insignificant. I seem to have a knack for locomotive spells, but I cannot manage anything very large or for very long. Mostly it is a matter of animating folded paper or something of that size for a few minutes. I am afraid that it is completely my fault that your Uncle Joshua does not care for spiders.
But he started it.
You asked for more about my Uncle’s collection of grotesque statues from the Far East and I will oblige you. Really they are quite bizarre. I don’t know why Aunt Constance keeps them now that Uncle Mortimer is gone, but I suspect it’s because she believes it’s a Fashion. I don’t wish to give you the impression that I do not care for the Eastern arts, it is only that I don’t care for these particular pieces, or the juxtaposition.
The most prominent is a statue of the goddess Kali. A woman with four arms brandishing swords, wearing a great necklace of human skulls, and dancing upon the prone figure of a man. This fearsome woman is situated on the mantle next to a porcelain statue of a shepherdess and her flock. Every morning I expect to find that the shepherdess has been beheaded and the ceramic sheep offered up as a ritual sacrifice.
In the Foyer there are two large stone dogs which the footman informed me are actually from China. They are called Fu dogs and look less like a dog than a dragon in my opinion. Unless that dog is Aunt Constance’s Wretch. Their appearances however, grow on a person, the Wretch’s does not.
I’m afraid I have little more to tell you. I’m sure it cannot be of any interest to you whether or not I danced at Almack’s or spent an interminable evening playing whist. It isn’t of any interest to Joshua either, and I’m afraid all my letters will be as slim and dull as this one. But I beg that you keep up this correspondence to at least make my life more interesting.
I also ask that you look after my cousin. His ability to sometimes see into the future has robbed him of the ability to see things coming in the normal fashion. I pray that the both of you continue to be safe and well.
P.S. You must not judge Joshua too hardly when it comes to complimenting a lady. A noted author once wrote that all single men of fortune are in want of a wife. But the only woman Joshua really desires has a bow and sails.