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My Dear Cousin,

It is not of our custom to give each other orders and make demands, but I must beg your indulgence on this occasion – by the time this letter reaches you I will be nearly at home, and I insist that you take me out so I can tell you of the adventures I've had on this tour.

My Master advised me not to take up with the Temar Company, and his warnings were not unwarranted. These past two hundred days have been an education in the misery and confinement of life aboard a vessel, the drudgery of the work, and the pettiness and venality of those souls who make their trade thus. He said little of the danger I would encounter, and yet again old Simas proved wise – had I known of the thrills and elation Company life would allow, I should have downed my tools and quit his yard six seasons since.

So much has happened I can scarce put the least part of it in a letter! When I reach Mirsvr I will come directly to your house, so I can be taken right away to the nearest spot for some proper brandy. They don't keep you short of strong drink aboard – least of all in the Company vessels, and least of all on my vessel, the Aspire, haha! – but proper brandy I have missed.

To whet your appetite, I shall tell you of one story that gives a picture of the life I've led. Thirty days ago, we were somewhere beyond the Ussin Belt – don't fear I have learned no navigation, Cousin, I just had been assigned to gunnery for a few days – and we encountered a smaller vessel, low on the horizon, crossing our bow. Now there is no reason for an honest vessel to be travelling that terrain, so low to the ground, and certainly not at its heading! So our Captain – a more ill-tempered woman I have yet to meet in my life, a bully and a cheat, but a master navigator and an uncanny tactician – gave the order to chase. We had the advantage of great speed over our prey, though, they gave us some trouble in the night and pulled a neat manouevre into the rising sun as dawn broke, almost blinding us and disappearing into the haze. Being on gunnery duty, I took little part in these affairs. But at last, we got directly above them and after a warning shot from our lowest battery, the smugglers – for that is what they were – struck their colours and halted. The Captain did not descend, but instead sent the First Lieutenant – a miserable gambler and a cheerful brawler – and the vessel's Weird – less of an oddity than you might expect, though deeply inscrutable – and a selection of six crew – myself among them! - to sieze the vessel and deal with those aboard.

They were a wretched bunch, ragged and ill, and the pickings of their cargo were upsettingly slim. The Captain ordered the Lieutenant and the Weird to return to Aspire, and I was left to take the vessel to the Company Depot back on the civilized side of the Belt. I landed the prisoners – don't fret, kind Cousin, the Company always leaves such disenfranchised souls upon a high vantage point, with rations, where they may attend to their own welfare until such a time as one of their kin will rescue them . Once I was airborne again I learned that the smugglers had been navigating purely on natural skill and familiarity with the land. There was not a single navigational instrument or chart to be found in that mean vessel – and I who had been working in gunnery, was lost in this land! Well, the Aspire was gone too far for me to signal or call back without appearing a fine fool in the eyes of my fellows, and risking the Captain's wrath.

So I struck out, with nothing to guide me in this unfamiliar land but the Sun! For two days I set the course by the Sun, and by night I guided my vessel by the moon or Fasaath gleaming low in the sky, and sure enough by dawn of the second day I found myself crossing the Belt. By noon of the third day I reached the Depot, and sure enough, they had expected me only that morning. I consulted the charts there and found I had travelled by near the closest route possible. Do you think it may be the Captain, experienced in the ways of smugglers, expected them to have no maps? And was testing me or perhaps trying to have me punished for lateness? Ah but I made a good time and not even my brute of a captain can deny it! Two days only by the sun, the moon, and the inner four planets, and I arrive within mere hours of her reckoning!

Ah but dear Cousin that is only one story, and the one I can mostly safely commit to paper. When you see me you must not let me leave or get too drunk without I have told you of the Binni Trader in Poradh, or the battle above the Selin Lake, or the card game my first week in the Barracks. You will delight in all these, I promise you!

I trust all is well in Mirsvr? Has my brother quite recovered from his illness? Do kiss your mother and father for me, and my mother should you see her. If you see my father tell him he is a scoundrel.

Yours,

Yar te Yarllen, Probationary Officer 2nd Class, Temar Company Fleet.

Praise to He Who is as Thunder!

I report from the frontier of the Northern province. Ten villages harbouring remnants of the rebellion have been put to the spear, and their chattels claimed. These villages are currently empty, awaiting occupation by loyal settlers from the heartland. I have enclosed an accounting of all expenses and spoils from this season's expedition, prepared by the expeditionary clerk. In addition to the tribute due to He Who is as Thunder, I have apportioned to Him a further four dozen cattle, six dozen slaves, and a chest of valuables, in offering and gratitude. May his reign be long.

Though this was expected to be the final punitive expedition in the campaign, I must bear troublesome reports of further unrest in the area. Suggestions of Binni traders descending from the Interior and sowing dissent are further confirmed with each village we take. Informers and interrogated prisoners all report an unusual number of Binni visitors in the months before the uprising, all speaking to known leaders of rebellion.