On the morning of the thirteenth, Miss Lavinia Davors, Lady Tubbian of the Tubbians transplanted from Chigurh, finds a letter being delivered to where she is staying, which is Treadwell's former cottage by the lake. This might be her first experience reading the sloppy, heavy script written by Aloisius Treadwell's left hand, but it certainly shouldn't be her last.
A sizable, fresh, warm pie of apples with a light touch of cinnamon accompanies the note; The Folds of Tubbius, the holy scriptures of the faith, encourages sending food, drink, or both when writing to nearby brothers and sisters to make the reading experience more enjoyable.
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Lady Tubbian Davors,
Good morning, dear Lavinia! I write you this morning and send this pie with the warmest thoughts and hopes that you are settled well enough and that your brothers and sisters in the faith have arrived safely. The Tubbians left in Myrkentown, including me, have spent the last few days getting the church in order. It's just outside town, not terribly far from the Broken Dagger, as you might have seen on the way into town the other day. Look for the customary domes on the buildings and my statue in the courtyard. We have been working diligently to put the pews back into place (the building was an orphanage for a very brief time a couple of years past) and to ensure that all of the furniture is suitably cushioned, comfortable, and stout to match those who will be using it! I am quite pleased to say that everything is back to as it ought to be, including the bedrooms in the quarters throughout the grounds and even in the offices in the church. One of the best things is that the hot spring beneath the grounds is still accessible from my office, and it is still wonderfully warm and delightful!
All that is lacking, my Lady, is a proper membership. James Wilde, Tubbius Princeps, arrived at my home in the very early morning, letting me know that he had arrived with the other Tubbians from their church in the middle of the Amasynian Plain, a short journey distant. I summoned them back here to grow the ranks again and to show Myrken Wood what being a Tubbian truly means, and with their returning home, the gathering of your flock into the fold here, and the joining again with the brothers and sisters still here, we have a wonderful time ahead. Everything is prepared! Jim's faithful brought everything they had with them--food, people, pigs, and all else. I understand that all of their belongings are getting put back in order here and that they have already appointed members and to see to the proper arrangement of the animals on the outside of the grounds behind the church, in their designated field. I am writing from the church right now, actually, and I can vouch that all is going very well. I am downright giddy with joy!
We will have a proper feast day and service to formally open the church again in two days, on Sunday. You and those who came with you are more than welcome before then, of course. Come meet your newly arrived family!
Aloisius Horatio Treadwell
Tubbius Regalis
Morning of the 13th day of the 1st month, 217
P.S. Do enjoy the pie, of course! My eldest boy, Gideon, is a baker learning the craft very well from two of your brothers here in town. I must say that it's delightful having such a fine cook for a son, hee hee!
P.P.S. That reminds me: James makes a splendid cake of raisins, dried fruits, and more than a little sugar. When he was here last on a visit around my birthday, he brought several of these with him. I thus blame him for every inch I had to let out my undergarments, robes, and alb last summer.
P.P.P.S. You need not worry about bringing any food or drink to this feast, of course, unless you just want to do so. Tubbius will provide and bless all of the stores we have on hand.