Sunday, 13 November 2011

...a trip from archenland

Hello again.
I just got back from Archenland. The rest of my siblings and I had some business there. King Lune of that country is very pleasant company. Peter and Ed enjoyed very long conversations with him even though he is quite a few years older than them. His wife, the queen, is delightful.  Archenland is a very beautiful land, but not half so lovely as my beloved Narnia. 

Anyway, back to the subject.  Pete and Ed wanted some advice on a battle plan to defeat the giants of the north. The dreadful things are making trouble again, bothering the fawns, dryads and the rest of our subjects. We didn’t really come to a conclusion. Although stupid, the giants are bad tempered and not to mention big. If you have any ideas please tell me.
Travelling back to Cair Paravel, We had a bit of trouble with a talking wolf. I think it was part of the Maugrim’s pack. (You know, The White witch’s chief of police.)  Ugly, huge and basically plain scary. One of the dwarfs shot it with a well timed arrow.
My beloved mare Allene has become lame recently. We’re not sure what is wrong with her. I've had everything possible done for her, but nothing seems to be working. Peter refused to let Lucy use any of her cordial on her. I know that the cordial is special but right now I’m not very happy with his decision. I bet he would use some on his horse if need be.
More later, it’s time for lunch.
Your queen

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

..merchants and memory

The search party went well. Peter was certainly not pitiful! I only came for the first part, although I do have skill with a bow, I am not inclined for full on combat.
The days have become peaceful now...our time in England is beginning to become a gray haze.
I can't quite remember Finley..or was it Finchley?? It doesn't matter.
We will never go back . At least..I hope so.
Yesterday the oddest thing happened. We (me and my siblings) were in the drawing room. Ed was lying on his face sleeping, Lucy was sketching, Peter was signing documents and I was doing some mending. When we heard all sorts of instruments. We all rushed to the window and saw a train of exotic merchants. Selling monkeys, rugs, spices anything you can imagine. We all wandered out to have a look. I was browsing the bracelets when Peter came and tapped me on the shoulder, his face was solemn. "You had better come with me Su" "Whatever is the matter?" "Follow me" I followed his as he led me through the now crowded courtyard. We came to a more deserted part, which smelt awful. Then we turned a corner and what I saw made my stomach turn. Everywhere. Bleeding, crying, screaming. Human beings. In chains like animals.
I looked at Peter his face was as white as mine..but not in compassion and sadness but anger. "Slaves" He muttered under his breath "What should we do?" "Set them free" "But we can't just do that" "Then we will have to buy them"
So we did. Most of yesterday afternoon was spent buying them, freeing them, giving them the medical they might need and finding homes for them.
It was tiring...but worth it.