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My dearest Mimosa,
You see, I promised to write to you and here is a first note to prove that I was most sincere, no matter your lack of faith in me.
I daresay Papa will let you attend again next bloom and then we shall both of us go! I am sure he will have forgotten about your indiscretions by then. I will certainly not remind him. You know I never gossip. If there is anything in the world I abhor, it’s a gossip. I was telling Lady Mustardseed and Lady Sylmenar so the other night when we arrived.
By the by, Lady Mustardseed and I have become such friends— She was only just now pointing out to me that it was quite a surprise to everyone in the Queen’s retinue to see Viscountess Grabalba of the Goblin Court in attendance. Apparently she was supposed to become engaged with someone from the Court of Wonder. But it was called off! Can you imagine? No wonder no one even dares to whisper about it, because it would be such a scandal. And yet the Viscountess is here all the same.
The Goblin Court has sent such a singular delegation to accompany her however. Lady Boil is here, as is Lord Blemish, and so many of their attendants that one cannot possibly tell them apart, but they have brought with them the strangest goblin I ever saw. Have you ever known a goblin to wear regimentals? And so tall. His name is Captain Hob. I heard Her Majesty Titania—I just happened to be by standing by her you see—say that without him the Goblins would never have triumphed over the Unseelie.
That must surely recommend him to everybody, even if he is just a goblin. I am sure no one would want anything to do with the Unseelie now. How humiliating. They do say the Unseelie Prince himself is in attendance, but alas I have not seen anything of him. He’s supposed to be grown quite handsome, you know.
I must leave off now, for there is a great deal of hue and cry out on the lawn and I must go see what it is about. It rather sounds like a flock of birds.
That puts me in mind, I must wear my feathers this evening. I am determined to be at least as tall as Lord Cobweb.
I shall write to you again as soon as I have a moment to spare. So you see, you will not miss out after all. Am I not good to you?
Your ever affectionate sibling,
Lathyrus