Prologue
My husband was always troubled. His mind would slip away from reality for long periods of time, and he would be back in 1805, the year he would never speak about.Now, at the old age of 50, he has decided to tell me everything. He asked me to write down all he said. So I did, and he read it over, fixing my writing. When he was satisfied he had me rewrite it on clean paper.
While he was telling me his troubled story, he slipped into his trance, and I could see on his face, that though he loved me and the children, there was someone he loved even more.