To My Friend De Bergerac
Cyrano, my dear friend,Times have changed. Since the revolt my captors had been transformed into more reasonable wardens and we have drafted a new constitution granting me more civil freedom even though I’m still under constant surveillance and often confined to my cell.
In the new, more democratic setup I was granted executive powers in own affairs, but I am often overruled with a threat of suspending the constitution. I fear the enemy have a two thirds majority in both the lower and higher houses of government. New laws are simply steamrollered through parliament and approved by the senate without convention.
I have regained the support of my castle guards, but I fear they have no representation in either house; therefore no vote to support me.
This is the tenth day since the skirmish with that goat like creature from down below that I had described to you in my previous letter.
My rations have improved drastically, but I still don’t have free access to my larder while my cellars are still out of bounds. Foods are prepared with more taste, grilled and not steamed; while basic things like low fat butter, cheddar cheese, olives, ham and roasted red meat were re-introduced into my diet. I am allowed a boiled egg every second day. Last night, for the first time I was allowed a goblet of wine with my rations.
I am still being drugged from time to time and now refuse to drink anything unless prepared by myself.
Since we last spoke I was dragged off to their torture chambers twice. They no longer seek answers. It seems that they are just out to wear me down, but I fight them valiantly and my arm and leg seems to benefit from the struggles.
I’m not allowed to do much for myself. I think they fear that I may get strong enough to evict them from the castle. I have learned though that they plan to withdraw from my castle 8 days from today, so I pretend to collaborate lest they change their minds.
Your old comrade in arms,
Pùss in Boots.
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My castle guards are on constant alert. Due to the poor rations I received lately, I have developed a taste for ogres. They taste very much like pork though they make a whingeing sound when slain. I am ravished as it is and looking for a few ogres to devour.
You sound like one of my co-regents now. Luckily the new constitution safeguards me from that now.
i have run out of those magazines you mentioned,
Is there something else i can take?
your castle guards lazy. get to much food. only guard their food.
No, my castle guards are good and loyal. Biding their time. Also pretending to collaborate.
My enemies are plenty. From those within my walls to those on far-away soils. The ringleaders are known, but employ hit-and-run techniques.
I fear no reliable allies within my walls, but I am succeeding more and more in corrupting my captors. Soon I shall reign again.
PS
The blog was done yesterday with a lot of help, but all comments this morning (7 or 8) I have typed myself.
Hope you'll find some reliable (and preferable attractive) allies soon!
Don't worry.
That he has in abundance.
He is a very sought after commodity out here.
I saw him yesterday afternoon.
He is progressing well.
He has a remarkable fighting spirit.
Never gives up.
A chip of the old block.
Don't grow horns now.
You're not Hellboy.
See ya later.
I hope so too. Don't mind Nancy. She is always as talkative.
A real catapult! Forget about the supplies; send the machine!
Believe me I won't be shooting at the flies on the ceiling.
To raise an army.
I was born with two horns on my head; only the never developped, but may do so at any stage. Got undevelopped wings too. A strange crossbreed I am. Be careful.
It's great to hear Cat makes progress, I'm sure all help, keeping company and fussing over him is appreciated!
At last a real army too. But who is going to feed them? An army marches on his stomach.
Zman, fire away with those supplies. We're gonna need them.
Yes, it is all joking. I'm very fond of my daughter and very grateful. She takes good care of me. I think she enjoys the charade as much as I do!
i'm off to never neverland......
Have a good bunk. I expect to be forced to the mess shortly as well.
We have three wonderful new invention here called a 'Calendar', an 'Hourglass' and a 'Sundail'. They all help in keeping track of the time.
Must run now. Will catch you all a bit later.
Sorry, I was arrested by my captors again. Luckily only to receive my morning rations.
I'm glad to be back too.
You had been very scarce. Did not see you all of yesterday.
That looks great. Will go well with maple syrup or honey! Thanks.
This is now old age at work. I saw Where eagles dare, but do you think I can recall it now. Or did I read the book? I simply cannot remember what it was about.
But things have improved and my progress had been much better since I had put my foot down on Wednesday. There are limits to everything.
Luke: Happy that you back home, hope your trip was enjoyable.