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.