As Mother has pointed out more than once, I am a bad correspondent. Sorry, m'dear; you are one of the few people I genuinely regret forgetting to write to. But really, things have been incredibly busy of late. My mother -- my own mother -- going off with Simon Illyan, of all people!
(Did I mention this last time? Things have been a bit fraught; Miles declares that I was mentioning it in every letter I wrote for the last three months, which I feel is exaggerating, but then m'lord Auditor has always been prone to exaggeration. You know Miles.)
Delighted to hear that your daughters are keeping up their fitness training. I've always been in favour of it, ever since I got to see the result it produced in the Koudelka girls. But do try not to get too fraught yourself; my mother always tells me that a certain level of physical comfort helps keep the mind steady and decisions unbiased. (Or at least, she would do, before she went off with blasted Simon Illyan. Excuse me.)
I still live in hope of another assignation assignment to the Cetagandan Empire. They seem to be getting a bit more open these days, and, well, I do cherish very warm memories of my last visit. I have no doubt that without my cousin present, there would be far fewer assassination attempts, conspiracies, and general hell for all involved.
Or perhaps Gregor should arrange for Miles' new daughter to be one of the next Empresses. Shake them up for a change, I say.
Yours with the sincerest and most constant affection,
Ivan Vorpatril
PS: Miles insists that I enclose the following packet, which he claims will mean something to you. My advice is to stick it under cold water for at least ten minutes before opening. And boil it. That deals with most explosives. If it should happen to be illegible after all that, I think that's what they call a win-win situation.
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As Mother has pointed out more than once, I am a bad correspondent. Sorry, m'dear; you are one of the few people I genuinely regret forgetting to write to. But really, things have been incredibly busy of late. My mother -- my own mother -- going off with Simon Illyan, of all people!
(Did I mention this last time? Things have been a bit fraught; Miles declares that I was mentioning it in every letter I wrote for the last three months, which I feel is exaggerating, but then m'lord Auditor has always been prone to exaggeration. You know Miles.)
Delighted to hear that your daughters are keeping up their fitness training. I've always been in favour of it, ever since I got to see the result it produced in the Koudelka girls. But do try not to get too fraught yourself; my mother always tells me that a certain level of physical comfort helps keep the mind steady and decisions unbiased. (Or at least, she would do, before she went off with blasted Simon Illyan. Excuse me.)
I still live in hope of another
assignationassignment to the Cetagandan Empire. They seem to be getting a bit more open these days, and, well, I do cherish very warm memories of my last visit. I have no doubt that without my cousin present, there would be far fewer assassination attempts, conspiracies, and general hell for all involved.Or perhaps Gregor should arrange for Miles' new daughter to be one of the next Empresses. Shake them up for a change, I say.
Yours with the sincerest and most constant affection,
Ivan Vorpatril
PS: Miles insists that I enclose the following packet, which he claims will mean something to you. My advice is to stick it under cold water for at least ten minutes before opening. And boil it. That deals with most explosives. If it should happen to be illegible after all that, I think that's what they call a win-win situation.