Dear Gang,
Djaq
In response to your message earlier, I have to say – the two pigeons were exhausted from the weight of your message! But we, too, have decided to write as much as possible. We miss all of you very much.
Bassam's house is truly magnificent, yet somehow I still miss our camp. Even with you filthy men. Oh, Allan, why did you leave so soon? Our new maid is extremely attractive. And she's unmarried. Shame...Sorry, I couldn't resist teasing you.
Do not worry, Robin. Bassam has kept a yard of flowers thriving in this Holy Land, even through this terrible draught. I will place them on Marian's grave. I hope that you find peace, even after what you have both suffered.
Allah be with you.
Will
Hi, Lads. Obviously, this is Djaq's handwriting.
Don't touch the leak, by the way. And I mean you, Much. You'll probably make the hole bigger. I suggest Robin describes it to a thatcher (we have to keep the camp secret, obviously) and gets his advice. Or just wait. I'll be home soon.
Yes, Bassam's place is fit for a king. The beams are as strong as armour! Incredible wood, this. I think I'll take some samples back to England. And don't worry Much, I'm sure you'll live.
How hard did John hit you, anyway?
Well. Allan. We're not actually married just yet.
Djaq
We wanted a beautiful ceremony to take place in England, with our family.
Will
Yeah. That happens to be you lot.
Take care,
Djaq and Will
