Dear Anne,

I write from Worcester, where the troop of Capt Cromwell has arrived; I believe we are to be under the command of Lord Brooke but it's not known yet. There is tumult here; some soldiers whipped for stealing, another hung for murder. They are far different from the men Capt Cromwell has raised in the Fen. There are some desertions but less I think than tumor will have it.

I write to advise you that I have instructed my Mother, Mrs Holyfen in the High-Street, Huntingdon, to pay to you the sum of £5 per month -- more when it becomes available to me. As I swore to you, I will not let you go hungry, nor my father. Your care for him, when all have abandoned him, is a blessing, truly Christlike.

Mrs Kilmister, the wife of Sergeant Kilmister, will also visit when she can, and assist with cooking and care for Father and whatever else you might need.

All that I as in return is that you write me, and tell me know you are, and Father is, and what you may need; and more, you thoughts, the things in your mind as you pass through the day into night. My memories of visiting you, of visiting my father, and talking to you and standing  overlooking the meadows and the mere are very dear to me. It's my prayer you are safe, and warm, and fed, and I would know what I can do to assists.

Your servant,

Edmund Holyfen