"She"s pretty all right, pretty short-sighted. Hahaha!"
At that Trimp lost her patience. "Very funny, I"m sure. Now would one of you stilt-legged, clay-faced buffoons show me this roundhouse?"
Murfo stepped forward to the side of the biggest dune and slid aside a screen of brushwood and dead gra.s.s, revealing an opening. Bowing low to Trimp, he bade her enter. "How d"you like it, me beauty? This whole big dune is our roundhouse, an" none can find it except the Dunehogs."
It was an ingenious structure, built from stones, timber, clay and wattle, completely disguised as one ma.s.sive sand dune. Inside, it was lit by lanterns and a fire glowing beneath a stone oven, with secret air vents to the outside. Everybeast sat upon woven rush mats, and a silence fell as Dunespike entered and threw up his paws. "Do we know who we are?"
Every hedgehog held up their paws and answered, "Sons o" the sand an" daughters o" the dunes!"
The Chieftain looked around until he had selected a very young beast, who was still learning the tribe"s rules. A question-and-answer session started between master and novice. Older Dunehogs watched, nodding sagely.
"Do we fight our enemies?"
"Dunehogs would rather use fright than fight!"
"How tall is a Dunehog?"
"As tall as his stilts!"
"Where do Dunehogs live?"
"In a roundhouse where n.o.beast knows!"
"Why don"t they know?"
" "Cos we cover our tracks!"
"An" when is it your turn to cover tracks?"
"Dawn "til night, first quarter o" the moon!"
"Right. You did grand, young "un, just grand!"
"I thankee, Chief Dunespike!"
Food was served amid a babble of chatter. Dunespike plumped his huge bulk down between Martin and Trimp, knocking Murfo out of the way. "Ah, that"s better now. My turn t"sit next t"the pretty maid." He tweaked Trimp"s headspikes before turning to Martin. "These young "uns must learn the rules, y"know. Sit ye an" welcome to our ould home. Eat hearty now."
The crew of the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle soon got into the habit of eating like Dunehogs. There was a board, piled high with wafer-thin ryeflour pancakes, and between each four creatures two earthenware pots were placed, steam arising from both. One of the pots contained a thick stew, consisting of overboiled potato, finely chopped cabbage, wild onions and various types of sh.e.l.lfish. This was spooned onto a pancake and rolled up carefully. One end was twisted a couple of times to stop the contents spilling out. soon got into the habit of eating like Dunehogs. There was a board, piled high with wafer-thin ryeflour pancakes, and between each four creatures two earthenware pots were placed, steam arising from both. One of the pots contained a thick stew, consisting of overboiled potato, finely chopped cabbage, wild onions and various types of sh.e.l.lfish. This was spooned onto a pancake and rolled up carefully. One end was twisted a couple of times to stop the contents spilling out.
Gonff was an expert within seconds. He nudged a nearby Dunehog. "Good idea, this, mate. Saves a lot o" plate washin"."
"Oh, that it does, sir. "Tis a grand ould idea!"
Gonff, the perfect mimic, answered him in Dunehog idiom. "Ah sure "tis. Grand, grand!"
Everybeast within hearing chuckled appreciatively.
When the first pot was finished, there was still about half the amount of pancakes left. These they used in like manner with the contents of the second pot: a sweet hot ma.s.s of pulped berries and honey, with some strange tangy spice mixed in.
Dunespike chomped away blissfully. "Ah, thank ye, m.u.t.h.e.r Nature, for the good ould sweet stuff. "Twas meself was thinkin" I might never taste it again until yourself magicked me rotten tooth away, Martin!"
For entertainment the Dunehogs laid on an exhibition of Spinetussling. A circle was cleared and two contestants tied on pairs of half-size learning stilts. They stood balancing at the ring"s inner edge. Then a few oldsters, acting as referees and judges, shouted, "Hold y"circle, no paw touchin" now. Get set. Tussle!" The pair stumped adroitly out, charging one another. They were two fully grown males and had lots of supporters.
"Ah, g"wan there, Doggie, make him eat sand!"
"Get into the great lump, Paykel. Throw him spike o"er stilts an" let"s see the soles of his footpaws!"
"Watch the divvil now, Doggie. Look out fer those sweeps with his stilts!"
"Go on, Tussle will ye, Tussle!"
Both hedgehogs circled awhile then met in the middle with a resounding b.u.mp of heads. They locked head-spikes and began trying to throw each other over. Not being allowed to touch one another with their paws made it very hard. Sweating and grunting, they pushed back and forth, every now and again trying a side hop to unbalance the unwary one.
"Now, Doggie, now, give him the ould sidehead twist!"
"Use the one two forward b.u.t.t, Paykel, an" you"ll Tussle him!"
In the end Doggie triumphed. He took the advice, using a combination of the sidehead twist and a left stilt-sweep. With a roar of surprise, Paykel spun once in the air, stilts flying high, to land flat on his back. Cheers rang out from Doggie"s supporters as he leaned down and rapped on his opponent"s stilts thrice, which is considered a very sporting gesture in Spinetussling circles.
Now the Dunehogs were calling for the Chief to enter the ring, but he shook his head, smiling.
Murfo yelled across at him. "G"wan, da, show "em how a real champion Tussles, or is yer belly gettin" too grand?"
This aroused jeers and laughter. Still smiling, Dunespike plodded down to the ring"s edge. "Are you fit to be thrown, Doggie?"
Doggie performed an agile dance on his stilts. "Aye, Chief, I am that. Though I"m thinkin" "twill take somehog younger an" faster than yerself to throw me, ye fat ould omadorm."
Dunespike raised one eyebrow. There was menace behind his smile as he tied on one stilt. "Ah sure mebbe I am gettin" on in seasons, but let"s see if we can"t make ye kiss the sand wid yer backspikes!"
A gasp arose from the audience as Dunespike stood erect.
"Will ye look at that, he"s goin" to Tussle wid only one stilt. I )oggle will make crab bait of the ould fool!"
One of the judges pointed at Dunespike. "D"ye not know ver wearin" only one stilt, Chief?"
"I do!"
"An" y"wisli to Tussle like that tonight?"
"I do!"
The judge shook his head in resignation. "Right. Hold y"circle now, no paw touchin", get set. Tussle."
The agility and skill of one so old and heavy shook Martin. Dunespike bounded across the ring on his one stilt, meeting Doggie, who was yet not halfway across. Down went the Chief"s huge head, spikes bristling, and he caught his opponent a mighty b.u.t.t, locking spikes and twisting powerfully. Doggie went sailing through the air sideways, to land amid the spectators. Roaring with laughter, Dunespike hopped over to knock his opponent"s stilts thrice amid wild applause. Then he looked at Martin. "Would ye like to tie the ould stilts on an" Tussle wid me, Martin of Redwall?"
Shaking his head, Martin held up both paws, laughing. "I"d sooner tangle teeth with a shark than Tussle with you, sir. You"re a warrior born!"
Gonff chimed in. "Martin"s a warrior too, y"know, an" sure he"s a grand one with the ould sword. Let him show ye!"
Martin shook his head wearily at the Mousethief. "Gonff, if you want any exhibitions of sword dancing, you can do them yourself. I don"t like showing off every time we meet new friends."
Gonff shrugged glumly. Trimp felt sorry for him and immediately tackled Martin.
"It"s not a case of you showing off, Martin, it"s wanting to show you off to our friends. He"s so proud of you, as we all are. Couldn"t you manage just one little example of your bladeskill?"
Martin threw his paws about them both. "When you put it like that, I"ve no option, missie. Forgive my bad manners to you, Gonff. Right, let"s see what we can do with these stilts!"
At Martin"s request the Dunehogs thrust two stilts upright in the sand and balanced another one across their tops. The three stilts looked like a doorframe standing freely in the middle of the ring. The Warrior bade everybeast stand clear. A silence fell as they eagerly watched Martin take up position, holding the sword over one shoulder in a cla.s.sic fighting stance. After weighing the stilts up, he hopped a half-pace back and went into action with a roar. "Redwaaaaaaaalllllll!"
Like a shimmering blur of light the fabulous blade hit the topmost, horizontal stilt, sending it flying in the air. Almost within the same breath the sword zipped left and right, chopping both the upright stilts clean through their middles. Before the top stilt had hit the ground, Martin"s sword severed it in midair. Even before the thunderstruck audience could shout or applaud, Martin had sheathed his battleblade and was sitting calmly next to Dunespike.
Amid the tumultuous applause, stamping footpaws and rattling spikes, the hedgehog Chieftain found his voice. "Well stagger me spikes an" pickle me paws! Martin of Redwall, ye"d be a useful mouse t"have around anyplace! I thought me own two eyes were tellin" fibs t"me. Sure an" I still don"t believe I seen y"do what y"did, sir!"
It was enough to end the battleplay. A great old hogwife took out a curious stringed instrument and began tw.a.n.ging it with her headspikes, another began shaking a tambourine, and a third took up his little paw-drum and beat a lively tattoo.
Murfo seized Trimp"s paw. "Haharr, can y"dance an" sing, miss?"
Trimp skipped down to the ring ahead of him. "Just try me. I recognize that tune, "tis "Hogstamp Pawclap"!"
Setting the sand flying, both young creatures went at the dance with a will, putting in all the fancy steps they knew.
"Hogstamp pawclap all around the floor, Shake those spikes that"s what they"re for.
Day is ended, work is done, Hogstamp pawclap everyone!
Curtsy the pretty maid, bow down sir, You"ve never danced with one so fair.
Take y"partner one two three, Swing to the left, love, follow me!
Rap rap rap! Let"s hear those paws, I"ll stamp mine if you stamp yours, "Round an" "round now jump up high, Lookit that young hogmaid fly.
Hogstamp pawclap, move to the right, I could dance with you all night, Skip into the middle o" the ring, Raise y"voice let"s hear you sing!
Can"t you see, merry are we, Here"s the land and there"s the sea.
Promenade, let"s hear you say, Honour your partner, jig away!
With a hog an" a stamp an" a clap clap clap, Raise the dust up slap slap slap, Beat that drum an" pluck those strings, Ain"t we all such lucky things!
Easy with the spikes now . . . Hedgehogs!"
As Trimp and Murfo halted, the music struck up again and nearly everybeast began dancing. Dunespike and Martin sat tapping time with tankards of Seafoam, a fine beer that the Dunehogs brewed themselves. Martin smiled as he watched Chugger kicking up his heels with a tiny hogmaid, and leaned toward Dunespike. "Guess who"s just changed from a squirrel to a hedgehog. Haha, yesterday he was a Sea Rogue captain!"
Dunespike took a deep swig and wiped a paw across his mouth. "An" good luck t"the liddle sprig, sez I. See, Martin, yore pal the otter thinks he"s a bit of an ould hedgehog, too!"
Martin was amazed at the transformation that had come over Folgrim. The scarred otter was roaring with laughter as he whirled a hogmaid around and around. Dunespike nudged Martin. "Sure an" I wish that otter was one o" me hogs. The boyo looks as if he"d stand no ould buck from anybeast!"
The Warrior winked at his friend. "That"s the truth, mate, n.o.beast messes with Folgrim twice!"
Dunespike was still watching Folgrim as he answered, "Beasts without fear are far"n"few. I knew soon as I clapped eyes on you"n"Folgrim that you were two of that rare ould stock. Only other two I ever heard of was a mouse like yerself an" a black squirrel. "Twas said that they were a grand ould pair of battlers who didn"t know the meanin" o" the word fear, no sir!"
Martin came alert. "What were their names? Where did they come from, Chief, do you know?"
Dunespike had eaten and drunk copiously, and he was tired. "D"ye know, I"m not certain. The mouse had a short kind o" name. The squirrel now, was her name Rangfarl or somethin"? I can"t think properly some days, me ould head must be turrible muddled from all that Spine-tusslin". Wait now! I heard it said that the mouse came frorn north of here, up the coast a ways, though "tis meself"d be lyin" if I told ye any more. Sometimes I wonder if there are more b.u.t.terflies flyin" "round in me head than there are out on the dune flowers."
Martin patted the old Chieftain"s paw. "Never mind, matey. Though I"d be obliged if you could tell me how far the north sh.o.r.e is?"
Dunespike lay back on the rush mats and yawned cavernously. "Oh, four days about. You"ll easily know, "cos the weather gets much colder an" you"ll see a great ould rocky point stickin" out into the sea. Martin, I can"t keep me eyes open, so I"ll bid ye goodnight an" peaceful dreams."
When the festivities had ceased and the lanterns had been doused, Martin sat awake in the firelight"s glow. All around the Dunehogs" shelter creatures sprawled, snoring, murmuring, some even chuckling or singing broken s.n.a.t.c.hes of song in their sleep. For some reason unknown to himself, a great weight lay on him, and tears sprang unbidden to his eyes. Then the Warrior realized what the cause of his distress was. He had been laughing, singing, drinking, eating and dancing, with hardly a thought for them.
"Them" being the father and mother he could hardly remember, who had lived only four days away from the place where he now sat. A vision of a ship, sailing off into a snowswept day, sprang into his mind, a memory of overwhelming sadness and pain. He gripped his sword tightly, knowing it was the only link between himself and the small young mouse who stood on the sh.o.r.e, watching the ship vanish into swirling snow and heaving waves. Weariness overtook Martin of Redwall. He lay down and let his eyes close. The small mouse, the ship and that long ago day grew dimmer and dimmer, then vanished into the realms of merciful dreamless sleep.
Chapter 15.
Over the following days and nights, Martin hardly rested or ate. He was unusually silent, and spoke only when he had to. Draped in a blanket and sailcloth, he sat at the prow of the Honeysuckle, Honeysuckle, regardless of the hostile weather, which grew colder by the day. Dunespike and his tribe had given them a marvelous send-off, plying the crew with stores of food and delicacies. Trimp and the others had been sorry to sail off, the hedgehogs were so hospitable and funny. Martin"s sombre mood affected the crew of the regardless of the hostile weather, which grew colder by the day. Dunespike and his tribe had given them a marvelous send-off, plying the crew with stores of food and delicacies. Trimp and the others had been sorry to sail off, the hedgehogs were so hospitable and funny. Martin"s sombre mood affected the crew of the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle deeply, and they were not the jolly bunch of companions who had traveled downstream together. deeply, and they were not the jolly bunch of companions who had traveled downstream together.
Log a Log Furmo cooked a special damson crumble, with Trimp a.s.sisting two of his Guosim shrews to make tempting arrowroot and redcurrant sauce for it. They sat beneath the stern shelter while Gonff dished it up to the crew, filling each bowl brimful and remarking, "Dig in, mateys, this"ll put the roses in yore cheeks an" a smile on yore faces. Best skilly"n"duff I ever saw!"
Furmo raised his ladle warningly. "Ahoy, Gonffo, I"ll raise a good lump "twixt yore ears if"n I hear ye callin" my best damson crumble an" miz Trimp"s sauce skilly"n"duff. Hmph! Skilly"n"duff indeed! What does he think we are, missie, a pack o" sea vermin?"
Trimp held out a bowl to Gonff. "Fill it up, friend. I"d better take some to Martin. He only had a beaker of mint tea for breakfast, and "tis late noon now and he hasn"t had a thing since."
Gonff heaped a good portion into the bowl. "Best let me take it, pretty "un. I know him better"n anybeast, "cept my Columbine. Wish she was here nowliddle Gonflet, too. They"d cheer him up."
Dinny"s homely face creased in a smile. "Hurr, oi"m thinken ee h"infant an" yore pretty woif wudd cheer you"m up gurter"n anybeast, zurr Gonffen."
Gonff sat down. Putting the bowl to one side he wiped at his eyes with a piece of rag. "That"s the truth, Din. I miss Columbine an" the liddle feller a lot. I ain"t the cheerful rovin" type I used t"be."
Chugger leaped onto the Mousethief"s lap and hugged him. "Shush now, mista Gonff, I be yore likkle one, eh?"
The Mousethief could not help smiling through his tears. "Bless yore "eart, Chugg, course you will, though I "ope you ain"t a Dune"og no morethey"re too p.r.i.c.kly to hug. Beggin" yore pardon, miz Trimp. No reflection on you."
Martin came striding astern. He threw off the blanket and sailcloth, nodding to Furmo. "Tell your shrews to trim the sail and take up oars. I can see the rockpoint standing out in the distance!"
Furmo went up the mast like a squirrel. He peered ahead at the dark jutting line far off, then came back down. "Aye, that"ll be the start o" the northlands right enough. Folgrim, will ye take the tiller an" keep "er dead ahead? Gonff, "elp tie off the lines. We"ll make landfall tonight if"n she holds a tight sail. Stir yore stumps, Guosim. Show our friends wot a shrew rower looks like!"
The Honeysuckle Honeysuckle sprang forward, only having to tack the slightest bit, running before a wind out of the southeast. Martin took the for"ard port oar, with Gonff plying the opposite one. The Warrior set a vigorous pace, though Trimp cautioned him. "Easy now, Martin, not so fast. Think of the others." sprang forward, only having to tack the slightest bit, running before a wind out of the southeast. Martin took the for"ard port oar, with Gonff plying the opposite one. The Warrior set a vigorous pace, though Trimp cautioned him. "Easy now, Martin, not so fast. Think of the others."
Gonff blew off spray that was tickling his nose. "That"s the stuff, Trimp. You tell "im. Otherwise we"ll all be flat on the deck afore we"re halfway there. Don"t forget, it"s not safe to row like a madbeast on a full stomach of skilly"n"duff. Yowch!"
The Guosim rowers chortled gruffly as Furmo stood over Gonff armed with his stout wooden ladle. "I told ye wot I"d do, you insultin" rascal. Now, say after me. "Damson crumble with good hot sauce!""