Mossflower Part 39

Lady Amber chuckled drily. "Are you sure you saw mice with wings, Gonff?"

"Oh, I never saw them. But Martin and Dinny did. Isn't that right, Din."

"Burr aye. Gurt leathery burdmouses, a-flyen about inside 'ee mounten."

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"Was that Salamandastron mountain, Mr. Dinny?"

' 'Indeed it was not. Batchaps inside our mountain? Never!''

"Fat chance, young teller me hog, what!"

"Only fire, hares and badgers inside our mountain, old lad."

Gonff looked severely at Trubbs and Company. "Who's telling this story, me or you?"

"Yes, please be quiet and let Mr. Gonff tell the story, Trubbs."

"Rather, he's a much better storyteller than you."

"Indeed, and isn't little Columbine pretty."

"Then there was this beach," Gonff continued enthusiastically. "Huge, big as Mossflower, nothing but sand as far as you could see, besides the water and the crabs."

"Ooh, what's a crab, Mr. Gonff?"

"Well, it's like a spider, only a hundred times bigger, with great nipping claws and lots of hard armor."

"Did you and Martin slay the big crab, Mr. Gonff?"

"Er, well, no, Ferdy. Actually, I ended up dancing with it."

"Hanahahahaha!"

"Was it a pretty lady crab, Gonff?"

"No, I think it was a jolly sort of male crab, Columbine."

"Oh, then that's all right."

"Here, I nearly forgot, this is a necklace of sh.e.l.ls I made for you. Put it on."

"Oh, thank you, Gonff, it's beautiful. Are they crab sh.e.l.ls?"

"No, missie, them's sh.e.l.l sh.e.l.ls, c'llected 'em moiself, oi did."

"While Gonff was busy dancing with the crabs, I suppose. Thank you very much, Dinny."

The mousethief chose to ignore the reference to his dancing talent and continued the narrative.

He told of the sands, the movement of mighty sea tides, of the scavenging seabirds and the dead rat whose provisions saved their own lives. He described the meeting with Trubbs and company and how they led the travelers to the mountain. Gonff went on to tell of die fabulous place called Salamandastron, its halls, caves, stairs and pa.s.sages. He related to his amazed audience the saga of Boar the Fighter, of his 322.

roaring forge, gigantic battle sword and his colossal bravery in the war against the sea rats. Gonff told of the struggle that ended with Boar and Ripfang going together to the gates of Dark Forest, and finished with the capture of the s.h.i.+p Blood-wake, now called Wudds.h.i.+pp.

There was a moment's complete silence, then the wood-landers flocked about him, babbling questions.

T. B. and some former oarslaves saved Gonff from further hara.s.sment by lugging large copper tubs out from the galley.

"Right. Form a line here. It's skilly and duff time!"

The young ones sniffed the savory odors as he explained, "Seafood and potato stew, that's skilly. It'll put hairs on your chest like a giant sea dog. There's plenty of pepper and sea salt in it, too. Finish it all up and show me a clean plate, then I'll dish you up some of my own warrior's recipe: plum and chestnut duff in cream and beechnut sauce. Come on, there's plenty for everyone."

Night fell as Wudds.h.i.+pp rode at anchor, kedged safe in midstream. Martin emerged from the cabin looking pale and sad after the news he had related to Bella. He called the six hares to him.

"Go to the cabin, Bella wishes to talk with you," he told them. "Tell her all you know of her father and the time you spent in his company on the mountain." "Rely on us, old chap."

"Only the good times. Mum's the word, y'know." "That's the ticket. How strong Boar was." "Like a father to us. A handsome badger, what!" "He taught us all so much. He was so understanding." "How could we forget such a dear friend."

Before they slept, the travelers were closeted with the Corim leaders to hear how Mossflower had fared in their absence. When they had learned all, they went out onto the deck. The little ones had been bedded down in the cabins, but the novelty of hammock sleeping lost out to weariness. Outside on the deck, every creature was a.s.sembled, packing the rails and rigging.

Bella stood with her paw upon the tiller, red-eyed with grief but calm and composed.

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Martin took command instinctively. The warrior mouse seemed to have grown in stature and confidence since his return, every woodlander now looked upon him with a respect that bordered upon awe. He stood on the peak of the after end gallery, the sword glinting under a full moon.

"Friends, I have heard all, and my companions have told you everything that happened to us on our quest. Now I am back."

Abbess Germaine nodded approvingly at the commanding figure. "Tell us what you want us to do, Martin."

The warrior mouse drew his sword and leaned on the pommel stone as his blade pierced the deck timbers.

"Trust me, Mossflower will be saved. I have been thinking of a plan that I will not explain at present. First I must see certain things before I know it can be executed properly. Now we must sleep until the morning. Tomorrow, after the little ones are somewhere safe, you will see what I intend. Do not worry any more. Our force has been doubled by the numbers who have sailed back with us, and we have seasoned warriors with us now. Boar the Fighter cannot be here tonight, but I know that his strong spirit watches over us. From beyond the gates of Dark Forest he has sent me with this sword to make an end of Tsarmina and all who follow her. I promise you that I will."

Every creature who saw Martin the Warrior that night knew, without a shadow of doubt: he was the one chosen to keep that promise.

BOOK THREE.

Of Water and Warriors

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Deep beneath Kotir the water level had risen gradually. Now it was above the rock sections removed by the moles.

Hour by hour it had risen fractionally. To the casual ear the trickling had stopped, but it was still adding silently to the volume, as it seeped in from below the surface of the gradually rising lake.

Standing at her high window, Tsarrnina breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the soothing summer breeze that blew in from Mossflower Woods.

At last the accursed dripping had stopped!

She felt light-headedly happy. Dark, fearful night had given way to this beautiful calm sunlit morning, taking with it the haunting sounds of the water.

Brogg was right, she thought, even though he was only an oafish weasel. There was a certain sense to his logic. Imagination was a strange thing, which played odd tricks upon an overwrought mind.

Now a new resolution was forming in Tsarmina's devious brain, one she considered worthy of her talents.

Mossflower must be conquered!

The eagle was gone; Bane too. And her forces were stronger now with the addition of his one-time mercenaries.

Tsarmina allowed herself an audible sn.i.g.g.e.r. That Bane! He had even taken the trouble to restore and repair all the 327.

Kotir woodwork, in antic.i.p.ation of taking over from her, the Queen of Mossflower. Stupid fox!

Furnis.h.i.+ng herself with a bowl of milk and a roasted woodpi-geon, she mentally thanked Bane for his supplies, adding another point to her favor. She sat down to breakfast and some earnest thought as to the final solution of the woodlanders.

Tsarmina rang the bell to summon Brogg.

"Your Majesty?"

"Ah, Brogg. Put aside that sword and sit over here at my table."

4Thankyou, Milady."

"This morning I was thinking of appointing some new Captains. However, I have since changed my mind, Brogg. You will remain as the one and only officer, giving out my orders, of course."

Brogg sat to attention, his chest puffed out proudly. "Oh, thank you, Milady, thank you. I'll make you proud of me. You won't regret this. Wait and see, I'll-"

Tsarmina silenced the babbling Captain with a wave of the woodpigeon carca.s.s.

"Enough chattering, Brogg. Let me tell you what you must do to earn this great honor."

"I am yours to command, my Queen."

*'Good. I want traps, lots of traps. Snares, nets, pits- anything we can think up."

"Traps, Milady?"

"Yes, traps, you great buffoon. I want traps laid all over that forest out there."

Brogg grinned as recognition dawned. "We'll capture some woodland prisoners."

"Capture, kill, maim-I don't care, as long as it makes those creatures afraid to set paw outside their hiding place, wherever they may be. I'll turn the tables on them, and they'll never pen us in again. Give them a good long summer of my scheme, and they'll be only too willing to accept my terms- those who are left after the traps begin their work."

"Right, Milady. I'll start today. How about some covered pits with sharpened stakes at the bottom?"

"Excellent, Brogg. At last you're talking my language. Also, we could arrange some thin strangling nooses concealed in the deep loam."

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"Great idea, Milady. How about some big nets and trip ropes?"

"Splendid. Make sure you have lots of poisoned hooks tied in the net meshes. Oh, and don't forget the old bent sapling trick with the hidden noose. You can always bank on some lumbering badger or hopping squirrel to step into it, eh, Brogg."

"Yes, Milady. Imagine all those woodlanders dangling upside down by their back paws. Huhuhu!"

"Hmm, just like apples waiting to be picked."

"Oh, huhuhu. We might just leave them to ripen until autumn before we pick 'em, Milady."

"Heehee. Very good Brogg. I never imagined you had such a sense of humor.''

"Oh, I have my moments, Milady."

"Well, make sure your moments are all victorious ones from now on, my one and only Captain."

Brogg saluted awkwardly, knocking the chair over as he rose. "Yes, Majesty. I'll get right down to h this very morning."

Tsarmina caught the end of his cloak, pulling him back. "There you go, rus.h.i.+ng and das.h.i.+ng about like a sparrow after a fly. Priorities, Brogg. If you must do a job, do it properly. Take your time. Gather the right equipment together, organize the troops into squads, give each one a team leader and offer rewards for the most ingenious traps and the best results. Do you see the idea?"

Brogg's face brightened at the power he was about to wield. "You're right, Milady. I'll spend all today organizing, then we can make a start first thing tomorrow.''

He departed, leaving Tsarmina back at her high window, still clutching the woodpigeon. She destroyed the carca.s.s by crus.h.i.+ng it with a single blow and hurled it out of the window toward the forest.

"Here, have something to eat, woodlanders," she shrieked. "You'll need it by the time autumn comes. I'll keep you penned up in your holes. We'll see who runs out of supplies first."

Abbess Germaine and Columbine were taking the little ones to stay with Gingivere and Sandingomm. Bella drew a map to direct them. Ferdy and Coggs were torn between visiting 329.

their uncle Gingivere and staying behind to become warrior seadogs. Gonff had a word with them.

"Listen, mateys, Martin and I can't be spared to guard the little unst that's why we thought of sending you two. Imagine how much safer the Abbess and Columbine will feel, knowing that Ferdy and Coggs are along to protect the convoy. I've made you a sling each and a pouch of throwing pebbles apiece."

"Honest to goodness real ones, Mr. Gonff?"

"Aye, the same as Martin and I carry."

Ferdy had only one thing to say: "Right, Coggs. Let's line these creatures up. I'll tell the Abbess and Columbine to lead, we'll protect the rear."

They departed amidst much cheering and paw-waving, both warriors getting their snouts wiped soundly on the corner of Goody's ap.r.o.n.