plunder attracted. He held out his claws to the seven Captains.
"Every bright star has seven true points. You, my shipmasters, my good an" trusty mates, come an" take what you want from this lot. What use is booty an" plunder if a rat ain"t got friends he can trust?"
The Captains stumbled and tripped over other searats in their haste to grab what they could. Ripping silks and tossing all they could hold into makeshift carriers, the seven shipmasters bit, scratched and jostled silently as each strove to grab what he thought was more than his fair share. When they drew back, dragging their portions with them, there was still a large mound of loot upon the floor.
"Why, you greedy old plunderers," Gabool laughingly upbraided the Captains. "Snafflin" away without a thought for your crewrats. See if you can clear this lot away, lads. Come on, it"s all yours!"
With a wild howl, the searat crews threw themselves upon the remainder of the booty. Scrabbling, kicking, screeching, clawing and ripping, they fought for baubles all over the hall. Gabool laughed madly as he plowed among them. He had won. The plan was working like a charm. Now he sowed the seeds of dissension as he roved among the crews, whispering, "Is that all you got, matey, a few earrings an" a dagger? If I was your Cap"n I would have give you first pick. Ah, but Cap"ns is Cap"ns-they was ever the greedy ones. Hoho, Halfnose, me ol" messmate, did you see that Cap"n Hookfin? He was a-shovin" an" a-pushin" your Cap"n Orgeye like he didn"t want him to get his proper share. I"d tell Orgeye that if I was you, mate. "Here, Shornear, what good is two earrings to you, eh? You "ark t" me, shipmate-that Garrtail, he looked as if he were tryin" to grab everythin" for hisself, an" him only a new Cap"n. I"m sorry I chose him now. If I"d been thinkin" aright at the time, I"d have made you master 100.
of the Greenfang. Never mind, matey. There"ll always be another day, eh?"
When the plunder had all been claimed, the searats threw themselves upon the food ravenously, each one mistrusting the other and all of them feeling more loyal to Gabool than to their own Captains.
The Warlord had yet to play his final card. He banged the bell for silence.
"Now, me lucky rats, I"m goin" to let you in on a secret, so c.o.c.k yer lugs! There"s another traitor, more black"earted than any, but he ain"t here this day. What"s his name? I "ear you ask. . . . "Tis Graypatch-aye, Graypatch. There"s a name for the Dark One"s book. We sailed fair seas an" foul together since we was both liddle sloprats, an" now the foul blaggard has robbed the best craft in the fleet for hisself. Aye, the Darkqueen, Saltar"s ship. Graypatch crewed her an" sailed off in Darkqueen behind me back, an" I trusted him like a brother. But here"s the worst of it, lads-that ship"s carryin" three times the loot in her hold, on my affidavy it is, more plunder"n you could clap eyes on. . . . And I want Graypatch"s scurvy head! You can do what you will with the booty-first one to it gets it all-as long as you bring me back the Darkqueen with Graypatch"s head nailed to the bowsprit. How"s that fer an offer, you h.e.l.lsc.r.a.pin"s?"
Tables were overturned, food scattered, furniture smashed as the Captains and their crews made a hasty exodus from the hall, jamming in the doorway, cursing and fighting in an effort to be first to weigh anchor and hunt down Graypatch and the Darkqueen.
"Hoist sail, Ledder. I"ll be down straightways!" "Weigh anchor, Froat. We"ll get "im first!" "Get the crew aboard, Bullfang. Hurry!" "Come on, you wavesc.u.m. Stir yer stumps-there"s prize to be had!"
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tantly with Gabool"s fine curved sword over his shoulder. Gabool called him back.
"Weltskin, matey, c"mere."
The searat marched back and saluted his King with the sword.
"D"you want somethin", sire?"
Gabool stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Let"s see you swing that sword."
Weltskin swung the sword several times. Gabool looked worried.
"No, matey, no. That"s no way to twirl a blade. Here, let me show yer how to use that sword."
Weltskin gave the sword to Gabool. He watched fascinated as the Warlord wove patterns in the air with the glittering weapon. Weltskin" s fascination suddenly turned to agonized shock as Gabool snicked the tip from his ear with the sword. Smiling wickedly, Gabool flashed the blade a little closer to Weltskin"s throat.
"That"s how t"do it, matey. Now do you want to lay about while I does another liddle trick with yer neck, or do yer want t"board ship an" leave this "ere carver with ol" Gabool?"
A second later the Searat King was listening to the mad patter of Weltskin"s paws as he dashed headlong for the harbor and the safety of the open sea. Thrusting his regained weapon into its waist sash, Gabool threw back his head and roared with laughter.
Redwallers gathered in the open doorway of the infirmary sickbay, anxiously peeping in at the still figure of Storm laid upon a truckle bed. Saxtus gnawed at his lip.
"It must have been something I said in that poem. Oh, I wish I hadn"t recited the blinking thing now. In fact, I wish that I"d never seen it!"
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say, Storm is the last creature you"d expect to fall in a faint like that. I"ve never met a rougher, tougher mousemaid in my life."
Simeon turned from a corner table where he was concocting something from strange-looking herbs and roots.
"Rough and tough she is indeed. I think Storm has been through things that would have killed a lesser creature. She has tremendous spirit."
The Abbot agreed. "She has indeed, though I don"t think her real name is Storm Gullwhacker. I wonder who she really is."
Simeon turned back to his bowl and pestle. "That"s what we"re about to find out if we can. Are you ready, Sister Sage?"
Sage went to the door. "Mother Mellus, Abbot and Brother Hubert, you"d better come in and watch. Saxtus and Dandin, you can come in also, and you too, Tarquin, but you"ll have to be very quiet. Now the rest of you, please go to bed. It"s only two hours until dawn. There are visitors" beds set up in Cavern Hole for the woodlanders."
Storm lay very still. Sister Sage placed a fresh damp cloth across her brow, noting the deep scar which ran across her skull. Sage lifted Storm"s head slightly as Simeon administered a small dose of the mixture from a beaker. The mousemaid licked her lips, made a small noise of satisfaction, then settled back as if in a calm sleep.
Simeon took a seat near Storm"s head and spoke gently into her ear.
"You are with friends, little one-good friends. I want you to tell us what happened to you. Go back to the beginning and tell us all. Can you hear me? Do you understand what I am saying?"
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table in the corner, Brother Hubert wrote swiftly with quill on parchment, recording the strange tale.
The mousemaid called Storm Gullwhacker. Her story written down by Hubert, Brother Recorder of Redwall Abbey.
After moving about restlessly for a short while, the mousemaid appeared calm and spoke quite clearly.
We are half a season out from the deep coasts in the far south, my father Joseph and I. The ship we are sailing in is called Periwinkle. It is crewed by shrews. They are a bit scared because they have never sailed upon blue waters before, but Captain Ash is bold and adventurous. He says the only way we can get the great bell to Salamandastron is by sea. I have never sailed the deep waters before, nor has my father. Every day we see new wonders-great fish, huge seabirds and wonderful sunsets.
The great bell is tied on deck; my father and I sit to watch the sun"s dying rays reflected in its shining metal. I can hear the pride in his voice as he speaks to me.
"Mariel," he says. "Surely this is a bell fit for Rawnblade Widestripe, the great badger Lord. See how the sun sinking in the west turns it to a fiery color. That is the copper, bra.s.s and gold, Mariel; the silver I put in to make its voice sweet."
My father is strong and very wise; he is the cleverest bellrnaker in the world. When I tell him this he laughs and says, "No no, the nicest thing I ever made was your name -Mariel. It sounds like a bell ringing clear across meadows on a soft spring morn. Can"t you hear it ... Mariel! Mariel!"
Now we have had to stop hugging the coast and put out to sea because of the reefs insh.o.r.e. All around me is nothing but waves and water. It is a bit frightening at times when the big billows ride high with the wind. The crew are not very happy now they 104.
have lost sight of land. My father says everything is shipshape-he learned that from Captain Ash. I like the Captain and I am sure he will deliver us safely to the mountain of the badger Lord.
Something is wrong. A great black ship with red sails has been following us since dawn. I heard Captain Ash whisper to my father the word "searats." My father has taken me below to a cabin. I have to lie on the deck underneath a bunk and hide behind some blankets. My father tells me to lie still and not move. I am not afraid now; I am angry. I do not think I will like searats. I want to come out and fight them if they try to harm us, but my father has forbidden me.
Crashing above on deck, screaming, yelling, paws pounding everywhere, harsh voices shouting bad things! Clashing of metal, splintering of wood, moaning, horrible cries. I must get out of this place to help against the searats. Silence now, just some cries of injured creatures and the creak of ropes. I am trying to lie still but I tremble and shake with rage. Why am I lying here doing nothing?
Pawsteps, banging, the cabin door crashes open! As I peep between the blankets, I can see three big rats fighting over some wine on the cabin table. One called Gripper s.n.a.t.c.hes the wineflask, but the biggest one, called Saltar, kicks him hard and grabs the wine. Gripper falls to the floor. As the ship heaves he rolls under the bunk and b.u.mps into me. I yell, he rips the blankets off and says, "h.e.l.lseyes, look what I found-a pretty mousemaid!"
He tries to grab me but I bite him, kicking him hard in the neck. Gripper makes strange sounds and clutches at his throat where I kicked him. His eyes turn up and he is still. Saltar laughs and says to the other rat, "A warrior maid, eh, Ledder. She"s slain old Gripper. What a wild one!"
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because the dead rat is in my way. Saltar and Ledder throw the blankets over me. I am bundled up, and they punch and kick at the blankets until I go still, but I am half conscious.
Now they have taken me on deck. I can see through a rip in the blanket that my father and Captain Ash are tied to the bell. They must have fought hard because they are both covered with cuts and bruises. The crew are all lying about, dead, wounded or tied up. Saltar is saying something to Ledder about feeding the fishes. Now they are ... Oh no! . . . No, please! . . . Noooooooooo!!!
Note by Brother Hubert. Here the mousemaid became very upset, thrashing about until Mother Mellus held her down and Simeon the herbalist administered more of his potion. The mousemaid lay calm for a while then started to speak again. I record her words as best as I can.
Cold winter, hungry, cold, oh so cold! My father is ill-I have seen him once when he was brought up to talk with Gabool the Wild. He will not build a bell tower for Gabool to hang the great bell in. Gabool is very angry. He sends my father away, back to the cells, where he must stay locked up until he agrees to build a bell tower. A rat named Graypatch says that I should be used to make my father obey. But Gabool says that he is King of Terramort Isle, he alone gives the orders. If hunger, cold and illness do not bend my father to his will then he might use me to force him, but that is his decision and not Graypatch"s. I do not think Graypatch likes Gabool. I hate him. Gabool the Wild is the cruelest of all searats. He is a fearsome sight-strange wild eyes, golden greenstone-studded teeth and a long straggly beard-every beast on Terramort fears him. Gabool calls me Skiv. He makes me serve all his meals. If I am lucky he throws me the sc.r.a.ps from his plate; other times when he is in a cruel mood he will say, 106.
"Are you thirsty, Skiv?" Then he pours wine on the floor and makes me lick it up. Many times I have tried to escape, but there are too many guards; I am brought back and beaten. Gabool has threatened to kill my father if I try running away once more. But there must be a way, I"ve got to find a way . . .
Note by Brother Hubert: Here the mousemaid started weeping and grinding her teeth. Simeon said it was pure rage at her helpless position. He soothed her with a drop more of potion. She is resting now and beginning to relate another incident. I wish she would speak more slowly as I am unaccustomed to recording in this speedy manner.
I am serving at table, laying Gabool"s food out. He likes roasted seabird and strong wine. Gabool is in a very bad temper and I know the reason. Our ship Periwinkle was renamed Crabclaw by Gabool. He made a rat named Skullgor Captain of it. But on the first day he sailed it from Terramort he was driven back onto the rocks by a sudden squall. The ship was holed and lost its rudder. Gabool has got Skullgor in front of him now and he is insulting him, goading him to fight, I think, though Gabool is unarmed. Gabool says, "Skullgor, a dead frog would be a better Captain than you. You are a blunderer and a fool. You let that ship run on to the rocks because you did not want to put to sea, you yellow-livered coward!"
Skullgor draws his sword. He is shouting, "King or no King, n.o.beast calls Skullgor a coward. Go and get your sword, Gabool. We"ll see who"s the coward then!"
Gabool reaches for a hidden sword he has stowed beneath the table. He draws it and makes a leap, surprising Skullgor. I am pa.s.sing, laden with dishes, and I b.u.mp straight into Gabool by accident. Like a flash Skullgor is on him, but Gabool shouts out and a rat named Garrtail stabs Skullgor in the back with a dagger. Gabool jumps up and finishes Skullgor off, 107.
then he turns on me, yelling, "You"ve collected your last plate, Skiv. I saw your little game-trying to get me killed by Skullgor, eh? Then go and join him at h.e.l.lgates!"
Now Gabool is coming at me with his sword, I know he is determined to slay me. Suddenly I feel a great anger. I must live; he has no right to take my life. I must act fast. I s.n.a.t.c.h up Skullgor"s sword and leap onto the table, kicking a jug of wine into Gabool"s face. I slash at him with my sword but he has staggered close in, his eyes full of wine. The sword handle catches him on the skull, stunning him. He falls beneath the table, but as I jump down to slay him they are on me, Garrtail and a half-dozen others. They hit me with something, everything goes black . . .
Note by Brother Hubert: We thought the mousemaid needed calming down, bi4t she lay still momentarily then started to speak again.
Black darkness. . . . Wind, rain! I am bound with a rope, a heavy rope. Outside on the high cliffs; we are outside the fort. I can hear waves crashing against the rocks far below. My head aches. I am balanced tottering on the cliff edge. Gabool is with me. He is saying something. I can hardly hear it for the wind and storm. . . . Wait!
"A mousemaid bringing Gabool down-we can"t have that, can we, little Skiv? Saltar said you were a warrior maid. He was right, you are a born fighter- too much of a fighter for your own good. Let"s see how good you are at battling with the sea!"
He pushes me. I am falling over the cliff! There is a large rock tied to the rope. It smashes to bits on another rock as I fall. . . . Father, Father, the water is cold as ice and high as mountains. But I won"t die, I"ll come back for you. See! The water has softened the rope and my paws are free. Driftwood-I"m cling- 108.
ing to it. Father, don"t let me drown. . . . Oh, it"s so cold, so dark, and the sea is like a huge wild animal. Father . . . Father . . . I"ll come back.
"Enough!" The sight of one so young writhing in mental torment was pitiful. Mother Mellus could stand it no longer. Sweeping the mousemaid up in her paws, she carried her off, calling back to those in the sickbay room, "This little one has had enough-me too! I can"t listen anymore to the sufferings of the poor child. We will sleep out in the orchard, beneath the trees, where it is cool and shadowed from the dawn; just Mariel and me."
The door slammed and they were left looking at each other, all save blind Simeon, who summed it up in a few phrases.
"She"s right, y"know. I think we all got carried away listening to the tale of Sto- er, Mariel. The poor maid needs rest, but at least we know who she is now."
Abbot Bernard stuffed his paws into wide habit sleeves and yawned. "Right you are, Simeon. I think we all need some rest. Aahhh, bed beckons."
Tarquin threw a dramatic paw to his brow. "Gads! How you can think of sleep at a time like this horrifies me, particularly when there"s so much food left. Any of you chaps fancy sharing a bite with me? I"ll tell you about the sweetest gel in the entire territory. Hon Rosie"s her name, an absolute whackeroony of a filly, an" Tarquin L. Woodsorrel"s the first to say it."
Dandin chuckled. "Sounds like a tale for a long winter"s night. I"m off to the dormitories. G" night, or is it good day?"
Down in the orchard Tarquin sat stuffing dewberry and sugared apple cake, strumming his harolina mournfully.
"O Rosie, why did you leave me?
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Laughin" in my face, ha ha ha ha ha, An" leavin" me in tears as off you trip. . . . Yowch!"
A hard green apple bounced off Tarquin"s head as Mother Mellus"s voice called out from the trees, "I"ll leave you in tears if you don"t quit your caterwauling and let us get some rest. I"ll wrap that harolina round your head, see if I don"t!"
no A stiff southerly breeze had sprung up, chasing the mist before it. The Darkqueen under full sail dipped her head as she cut the night sea. Bow waves scudded spray to fleck her wake, ragged clouds swirled overhead with no moon to light them on their way, timbers creaked and ropes hummed as the burgeoning canvas pulled the sleek craft across the main.
Graypatch knew it was dangerous to sail the Darkqueen in any northerly direction, but northeast was better than northwest, and he was a bit more familiar with the coastline in the northeast area. It was still some time until dawn.
"Keep her head in to the sh.o.r.e, Fishgill/" Graypatch called to his steersrat. "Deadglim, sound the water for reefs as y"go. Frink, stay up that topmast and keep yer eyes peeled north and westward. Any sign of a sail, give me a shout. I"m goin" below to look at the charts. Stay on duty, now. Anybeast I catch nappin"ll be dead afore he wakes up."
The charts in Saltar"s former cabin were few and sketchy. Searats were notorious for sailing by instinct and rule of paw. Graypatch found a sc.r.a.p of parchment and began drawing his own map of the coast from memory.
in "Hmm, if I recall right, the badgers" mountain is further south"ard, then there"s the seamarshes, and I remember some outlyin" cliffs boundin" "em t" the north. Them dunes is next, an" the toadlands. I reckon we"re a full night"s sailin" with the wind behind us. . . . Got it! Haha, I knew me old brain wasn"t rustin". Some-wheres up this coast is a river that runs into the sea. Eye, it comes out of the forestlands and across the sh.o.r.e. All"s we do is keep a lookout fer the trees a-growin" inland to the starboard side. I know the river"s somewheres there, I can feel it in me bones."
Daybreak found the Darkqueen still beating north up the coast. The morning was heavy with rolling seamist, promising to clear into hot sunshine. Promises were not much good to the Captain of Darkqueen, however. With Frink peering to port and Fishgill to starboard, it turned into a guessing game as to what would show first, the trees to landward, or the enemy to seaward. Graypatch paced the deck anxiously.
A grizzled searat called Kybo came scurrying up with bad news.
"Just been checkin" provisions, Cap"n. Nought but a few breaktooth biscuits left, an" we"re out of fresh water!"
Graypatch slammed the rail with his claw. "Stow the gab, Kybo. There"ll be fresh water an" vittles aplenty where we"re bound. Somewheres along this coast there"s - "
"Land ho!"
Graypatch dashed to the starboard rail. "Where away, Fishgill?"
"Straight as y" look, Cap"n. The mist"s a-clearin"; I can see the trees growin" green an" "andsome atop of some dunes inland."
Graypatch clapped Kybo on the back and winked with his good eye, "See! I told yer, matey. Hoho, let"s see if they can find us now. Fishgill, Deadglim! Keep yer eyes skinned for a river runnin" out o" those trees 112.
across the sh.o.r.e. Ahoy there, Frink. Any sign of Gabool or his ships on your side?"
"Nan^ a sail, Cap"n. The mist"s liftin" an" all I see is a bright day an" some seabirds!"
The news cheered Graypatch immensely. Helm down, the Darkqueen raced along the sh.o.r.eline as a stiffening breeze sprang up from the south. Graypatch called all claws on deck, where they could watch for the river.
It was early noontide before the river was sighted, flowing through a deep defile in the dunes and bubbling out to meet the sea. The strain and tension was showing in Graypatch"s face. Though his search had been rewarded, he knew precious time had been wasted. Gabool"s ships would not be meandering about at half-sail, they would be hunting at full speed and bound to turn up sooner than later. Moreover, conditions for navigating the river were not favorable. It was ebb tide.
Graypatch would have liked to approach the river at high water, sailing his ship straight into the forest. He cursed aloud, knowing the decision he was making would leave them totally vulnerable to attack. Dropping anchor bow onto the river, he addressed the Darkqueen"s crew.
"Hark t" me, lads. There"ll be no flood tide until late tonight, so here"s the plan. We"re goin" to haul the ship through that river which runs across the sh.o.r.e an" into the forestlands. Once we"re among the trees we"re safe. No one"ll find us up there. It"s a snug berth-lots of fresh water, fruits, an" good meat t" be had. Trust old Graypatch, me lucky buckos ..."
"Hah! Tell that t" the frogs, Graypatch. We"ll never drag Darkqueen o"er that long sh.o.r.e. Any rat with half an eye can see that river"s too shallow!"
Graypatch"s good eye glared down at the objector, a burly searat. "Stow that kind o" talk, Bigfang! Either we 113.
haul her up into the trees or we sit here like ducks at a weddin", waitin" fer the tide tonight, and get ourselves caught by Gabool"s ships. Now which is it?"
Bigfang and the searat crew grumbled and muttered, but there was no real objection to Graypatch"s plan, which they knew was their only hope. The master of the Darkqueen rapped out his orders.
"So be it! Everybeast aboard ship-I mean everyone, all of you and whatever slaves are in the galleys. I want you all ash.o.r.e, split into two groups either side o" that river, pullin" on the ropes. Kybo, Frink! Get the anchor rope to port and another one as thick to starb"d. Now when I say pull, I want yer to put yer backs into it, buckos-hear me. Right? All ash.o.r.e!"