...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

~Susan

..at sunrise

Back again!

The sun is just coming up. For some reason I felt like getting up early. It was well worth the effort. Seeing the sun peeking over the horizon, birds just starting their morning song. What could be better?

Peter and Edmund have been spending a lot of time down at the beach or in the stable with their chargers. Peter’s horse is a magnificent animal.  His name is Anqus, which means unique strength. It suits him perfectly. He is the largest horse in the stables, not to mention the strongest. But you probably guessed that.  No one but Peter can ride him (When Peter isn’t hobbling around with a bad ankle that is). Peter found him with a brutal man on his back.  Peter bought Anqus and tamed him.  Anqus goes as wild as a lion if any of the grooms try to ride him, rearing and bucking. I suppose that he’s afraid that they’ll start beating him.   I prefer my mare “Allene” which means peaceful one.  

Reports came in yesterday with news of remnants of the terrible White Witch’s army running about. I hate the thought of those horrible creatures, trolls, ogres, hags and the like. It’s enough to make my blood run cold.  I can hear my siblings getting up. They’ll be getting ready to set out on the search party. I’ll join them in a minute.  I’ll be needing all of my gifts from Father Christmas. My horn in particular. I take it nearly every where. Oops, Edmund is telling me to hurry up. I’m coming bossy boots!

More later.

~Su