Forsooth, I Know Not Where I Am
O, Romeo, that we do find ourselves in this strange new land has
safeguarded thee in my heart! My countenance is bright, that you do
proclaim your love so steadfastly! Aye, ‘tis true that we find ourselves weary
travelers of some land wrought with witchery, but I do trust that you will lead us
back where we belong.
My love, while fear treads close to me always in this place, your near presence
calms the uneasy spirits deep within me. Perhaps this is, indeed, truly a
blessing—for here, our names are but clothing we can cast aside and our
families are distant memories, far out of reach.
Yet, that we have found shelter in this temple of education shows that fate is on
our side. I have even been graceful adopted by a group of young women called
a “sorority”—I’m not sure quite what it is, but I assume it is a modern convent.
They have all welcomed me openly, not realizing that my age lags behind theirs,
perhaps due to my beauty and maturity. These sisters attend meetings which
occur thrice per week, all on the subject of literature, mathematics, philosophy,
or what you will. I admit, I allowed my curiosity to take hold of me, and I followed
one sister to one of these meetings: my love, how glorious it was!
I must leave now and retire to bed. Until we speak once more!