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Tis my first day of Bristol and I am sweating profusely.
Will this muggy weather never end? All of the Consorte are stretching like cats and straining for a good wind. We have been
singing to many people and they love us as they ought. Big Jake is telling us his poopy pants story of a prince from Denmark
and he has politely decided to keep his pants on. A bit more ale will tell a different tale.
Fern
July the 14th
Apparently, I am a flirt.
Fiona Meriwhether
8th of July, 1574
The occurrence that I am about to release from my own mouth
onto this paper in sooth is quite true. It was a most frightening experience.
We had heard from the commonfolk that our dear sister Fiona
was to be tried as a witch by the hour of four. Keep thee in mind that Fiona and I do rub each other the wrong way sometimes
but all in good fun and jest. We mean no discord towards one another, but that be another matter. We do love our fair sister
Fiona and we would protect her with our lives.
As soon as we had heard of this horrendous news, Rowin, Connie
and I fled to aid our dear sister. Upon our pursuit of rescue we did discover that the person who was conducting this trial
was none other than Ebanezer the puritan himself. We begged and pleaded for her life, but Ebanezer refused to bargain.Fiona,
upon hearing her accusation, did meet with Gunner the Seadog and asked for his supply of gun powder.
Rowin, Connie and I were terrified and cried mournfully as
we watched our dear Fiona take the platform. As Fiona did reach the platform, she reached into her satchel. And this I tell
thee in sooth, thou wouldst not believe it. Fiona did pull out a handful of gun powder from her very own satchel and did put
it in her mouth and injest it. Upon her injestion, Fiona cried out "This here be gun powder that I have thusly swallowed.
I will see thee all in hell!"
My sisters and I were crying as we saw the logs lit afire
around Fiona's ankles and watched the smoke slowly climb her body. But twas only smoke that we saw and no more. Ebanezer in
all his intelligence and treachery did not look upon the logs he intended to burn Fiona with. Those very logs were wet and
could not be burned!
In our own triumph, we took Fiona off the platform and fled
to our victorious escape.
Always,
Nora of Essex
On this our third day at Bristol Shire, we have been beset
by hot, muggy, not quite raining weather. My hair be one ginat knot with nary a free stand to let loose. Our energy be flagging
most sorely. Despite this, we've still had a full day of singing, playing games and meeting new people. We were threatened
by Bardolph, captain of the Queen's Guard- we have no license to perform. Captain Cutter may not be around to protect us next
time...
As always,
Mara
21st of July, 1574
Dear Diary,
Today the heat be most horriferous and it seems that
all at Bristol do feel it, most especially us Bella Donnas. I do fear me we must purchase horns to wear about our heads for
we cannot stop thinking, talking about and gazing upon men (some of us are doing more. Nora.) Aye, i'faith we must
all purchase horns for to advertise ourselves as "horny" women.....oh, mayhap that be not the best idea.....
Fiona
21st of July, 1574
On the Sunday last I did present Lord Strange our sponsor
(and in secret confidence the object of my affection) with a favor of wood and paint in the shape of a flower. It was not
near enough to express my heartfelt feelings, but it was all a person in my position could give. He gladly accepted my favor
and in return bestowed upon me a gift, kissing my hand not once or twice, but thrice. His eyes gazed steadfast upon mine howeer
my modesty was too much to bear and it was a struggle to keep mine eyes gazing upon his. In short, methinks I am in love.
Constance
July 21, 1574
Dear Diary,
My journey for love doth continue. This day I did seeth
many fine suitors but none do compare to my one true love. I watch him from afar and hope that one day our love will be strong
enough to break down the walls between us, the barriers which stop my heart from true happiness. You see, he is not a man
of proper upbringing, a beggar, or even a sailor, he be one of Coke's men! He doth carry a noose and threaten my life everytime
he walks by. Yet I know he would ne'er harm me. I see behind the dirt, scruff, growling grin and blood-stained clothing a
heart bigger than any man's in God's great creation! Mayhap one day I shall kiss him and he will turn into a prince and we
will live happily e'er after, assuming he will not hang me with his noose first. Good day dear diary, I shall write to thee
soon!
Isabel Learner
7th of July, 1574
Tis been a week since our journey into Bristol hath begun.
And in this newly week, the Consorte Bella Donna was met with a predicament of great concern. Rowan was almost met with a
cruel fate. Sebastian, the merchant, persued Rowan and in that persuit he accomplished his bidding and the two (Rowan and
Sebastian) were married by the horrendous puritan Ebanezer. It was only by the good graces of Mara that Rowan was left unhinged
by a cruel and devastating fate. Mara declared that a case of leprosy had befallen Rowan. And her declaration saved Rowan
from that ghastly man. Until later then.
Always,
Nora of Essex
More to come......
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