August 7, 1245
For the last 2 days we have seen not a sign of my love nor her kidnapper. I am becoming depressed, and young Michael seems less talkative than usual. However, I was not knighted for nothing and I will not give up. Do not worry, Harriet, I will find you if it takes a thousand years! Oh, how I miss her comforting claw on my shoulder when I feel like this. I would look deep into those deep brown eyes… Ahhh! Harriet, oh Harriet, where are you now?
Sir Melchisedek R . Gnawington