Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Mar 2, 2020 21:24:03 GMT
Ma cher Claud,
I'm afraid your father has said he can do little to help you in finding employment, his business is already legally assured to transfer to his legitimate son and he feels it wouldn't be appropriate for you to be seen around Bayeux, what with his wife and family being so respected, a scandal would ruin him.
I did my best to secure what I could for you, reminding your father how little education you'd had, the meagre payments he'd provided us with during your upbringing and the limited opportunities for you here in our little village. Unfortunately my pleas fell on deaf ears and all he would give was the following advice for you, and I quote from the letter he sent to me -
"The boy has always been a fantasist , too caught up in his own little world if you ask me woman, always babbling on about stories of heroes, far away lands and dreams of grandeur. Tell him to use what small aptitude he has travelling to Paris and seek employment with one of those acting troops, there is no opportunity for him here. It is best he never contacts me direct".
Take care my son, whatever you choose to do and remember always that, at least, mother loves you.
Hurrah, at last, his father had given his consent! Ok, he'd never really known his father, in fact he only recalled ever seeing him once that time when he and mother bumped into him by the market at Bayeux when they'd had that trip to see his mother's old landlord at the Goat's Head Inn. It was all a bit vague, since he was only 10 yrs old at the time, but he recalled a fine mustached fellow who seemed very embarrassed to see them and made hurried excuses to be on his way along with repeated assurances that the payments would recommence and mother should remember what was best for everyone?
Anyway acting, the life of a performer, the camaraderie, the crowds, the fame!! Yes, he would start off immediately, to Paris it would be. He'd heard the folk of the village talk of the City, how splendid it is, the vast size and the opportunities for those prepared to embrace them, yes there had been the occasional mention of the risks too, recent tales of a doctor found dead in his cell, brave young army recruits hacked to death at the front, doomed rescue ventures in distant lands BUT...but...such fellows must have been simply unfortunate with the fates, that surely wouldn't happen to him...I mean he wasn't connected with them, never even knew them...there was no link between them all...none he could think of anyway, despite this small nagging doubt he just couldn't quite shake off.
Onwards, to Paris and to some unforeseen death fame!
I'm afraid your father has said he can do little to help you in finding employment, his business is already legally assured to transfer to his legitimate son and he feels it wouldn't be appropriate for you to be seen around Bayeux, what with his wife and family being so respected, a scandal would ruin him.
I did my best to secure what I could for you, reminding your father how little education you'd had, the meagre payments he'd provided us with during your upbringing and the limited opportunities for you here in our little village. Unfortunately my pleas fell on deaf ears and all he would give was the following advice for you, and I quote from the letter he sent to me -
"The boy has always been a fantasist , too caught up in his own little world if you ask me woman, always babbling on about stories of heroes, far away lands and dreams of grandeur. Tell him to use what small aptitude he has travelling to Paris and seek employment with one of those acting troops, there is no opportunity for him here. It is best he never contacts me direct".
Take care my son, whatever you choose to do and remember always that, at least, mother loves you.
Hurrah, at last, his father had given his consent! Ok, he'd never really known his father, in fact he only recalled ever seeing him once that time when he and mother bumped into him by the market at Bayeux when they'd had that trip to see his mother's old landlord at the Goat's Head Inn. It was all a bit vague, since he was only 10 yrs old at the time, but he recalled a fine mustached fellow who seemed very embarrassed to see them and made hurried excuses to be on his way along with repeated assurances that the payments would recommence and mother should remember what was best for everyone?
Anyway acting, the life of a performer, the camaraderie, the crowds, the fame!! Yes, he would start off immediately, to Paris it would be. He'd heard the folk of the village talk of the City, how splendid it is, the vast size and the opportunities for those prepared to embrace them, yes there had been the occasional mention of the risks too, recent tales of a doctor found dead in his cell, brave young army recruits hacked to death at the front, doomed rescue ventures in distant lands BUT...but...such fellows must have been simply unfortunate with the fates, that surely wouldn't happen to him...I mean he wasn't connected with them, never even knew them...there was no link between them all...none he could think of anyway, despite this small nagging doubt he just couldn't quite shake off.
Onwards, to Paris and to