Akkla snuggled up to the smoking stove, shaking his head. "Did the ice git down yore ears, Foulscale? We"re in the northern waters fer treasure, or "aven"t yew "eard?"
"Treasure?" Ringpatch crawled over to sit by the stove.
Akkla tossed some old rope into the stove and watched it burn bright as flames licked round the tarry strands. "Aye, treasure. Y"know that Warrior mouse Luke? Well, "e"s steerin" the ship up t"where he stowed "is tribe"s booty. Vilu "ad a word with "im, promised t"set Luke an" his two mates free if"n they let the cap"n git "is paws on the treasure they "id."
Foulscale showed his blackened teeth in a knowing grin. "Set "em free, eh? Remember the last lot Vilu Daskar set free, those four "edge"ogs, d"yer recall that, Willag?"
The searat chuckled with wicked glee. "Oh, I remember it awright. They were "oldin" back a supply of grain they"d "arvested. Ole Vilu promises t"set "em free once he"s got "is claws on the stuff. So they showed "im where they"d "idden it. Hawhawhaw!"
One rat had not been a crew member at the time, so he had to ask. "An" did Daskar set "em free?"
Akkla looked about for more rope to feed the stove. "Course the cap"n did. He "ad "em sewed up in the grain sacks with some good "eavy rocks an" dropped overboard. Vilu"s last words to the "edge"ogs were, "You leave my ship alive, free t"go where ye will"!"
The Sea Rogues pounded each other"s backs and laughed aloud.
"Never tole a lie in "is life "as our cap"n. Hohoho!"
"Wonder wot "e"ll think up fer this mouse Luke an" "is mates?"
"Heehee, bet "e"ll take "em up ter some clifftop an" set "em free as birds. Heeheehee!"
"Or introduce "em t"some new friends, the sharks. Hahahaha!"
"Wotever it is, the cap"n"s sh.o.r.e t"give us all a good laugh, mates. Then we can sail south"ard t"the sun an" prime vittles fer a while. Widout Luke an" "is two mateys though."
Parug the bosun gestured to Foulscale with his knotted rope. "Oi yew, stir yer stumps there, "tis yore turn t"relieve Ringpatch on watch. Never mind sittin" "round "ere laughin" an" jokin"git out on deck wid yer, go on!"
Foulscale shot the bosun a hateful glance. Wrapping a piece of sailcloth around him, he lumbered reluctantly out. Akkla called after him, "Don"t let the Sea Bogle git yer!"
Foulscale spat out of the cabin door, and it blew back in his face. "Tchah! Sea Bogle, that"n deserted ship as soon as there wasn"t enough grub left t"feed a fly. Sea Bogle only brought bad luck ter this ship, just"s well "tis gone."
He ducked as Parug flung an old seaboot at him, calling, "It won"t be Sea Bogles you"ll "ave ter worry about if"n yew stands wid that door open much longer, freezin" us all into our graves. Gerrout on watch, yew idle lump, an" shut that door after yer!"
Beau and Vurg had climbed aboard the red ship, being unable to endure further cold and hardship hanging onto the raft at the stern. Gripping any protrusions available, they made their way along the outside of the Goreleech, Goreleech, avoiding being seen from the after peak, where Luke was tied to the wheel, guarded by ten crew and Vilu Daskar, who had a canvas awning to protect them and a brazier to warm their paws upon. The two friends made it to the foredeck and hid behind a sail-draped hatch cover. From their hideout they could see the sh.o.r.eline: white sand backed by sheer cliffs which reared into the night. avoiding being seen from the after peak, where Luke was tied to the wheel, guarded by ten crew and Vilu Daskar, who had a canvas awning to protect them and a brazier to warm their paws upon. The two friends made it to the foredeck and hid behind a sail-draped hatch cover. From their hideout they could see the sh.o.r.eline: white sand backed by sheer cliffs which reared into the night.
Beau snuggled down. "Well, it ain"t much, Vurgy, but as my old auntie used t"say, somethin"s better"n nothin" when y"ve got nothin", wot?"
Vurg threw an affectionate paw about his comrade. "Shall I tell you wot my ole auntie used t"say, Beau? Well, she always said t"me, if yore hidin" under a hatch cover with a sailcloth over it, an" there"s a hare with you, then don"t let the hare talk about how "ungry he is an" don"t let "im sing. There, that"s wot my ole auntie used t"say!"
Beau was still in a fine old huff with Vurg. "Food? Who said I was goin" to talk about food, eh, wot? Far too hungry to talk about food. An" I ain"t goin" to sing to you no more, after you jumped on my head an" damaged me warbler. Savage mousewretch, that"s what y"are. Oh, great seasons of stones, take a look up ahead, Vurg!"
The mouse poked his head from the sailcloth, his gaze following the bowsprit to judge the ship"s course.
" Tis the tall rocks, Beau, we"re headed straight for the tall rocks!"
Rearing like prehistoric giants to the stormy night skies, hundreds of the monolithic stone pinnacles stood out from the coast for leagues. Waves crashed into white foam at their bases, sending white spume flying high into the air. A peculiar effect, like screaming tortured animals, a.s.saulted their ears, as the gale force winds tore between the awesome columns, whose tops seemed to touch the tempest-driven clouds.
For the first time in his life Beauclair Fethringsol Cosfortingham was robbed of the power of speech. He sat there with his mouth hanging open.
Vurg was the first to recover and do something. "Luke"s goin" to smash this ship into the tall rocks! Quick, Beau, climb down to Ranguvar. I think Luke will give the signal very soon now. I"ll go astern an" listen out for it. The moment I hear Luke"s voice, I"ll make my way along the ship"s side an" yell at the top of my voice. Go now!"
Vilu Daskar was also feeling something for the first time in his life. Fear! He had seen the tall rocks, once many seasons back when he was younger. However, he had not sailed remotely near them and had vowed never to do so. But now he was in the midst of a storm, his vaunted Goreleech Goreleech headed straight for the tall rocks, relying only on the skill of a mouse oarslave, bound to the steering wheel. Daskar stood dry-mouthed, sweating despite the cold, paws atremble and stomach churning. Tugging hard on the rope halter about Luke"s neck, he yelled shrilly, "Watch what you"re doing, go careful with my ship, pull her away from those rocks. Away I say!" headed straight for the tall rocks, relying only on the skill of a mouse oarslave, bound to the steering wheel. Daskar stood dry-mouthed, sweating despite the cold, paws atremble and stomach churning. Tugging hard on the rope halter about Luke"s neck, he yelled shrilly, "Watch what you"re doing, go careful with my ship, pull her away from those rocks. Away I say!"
Luke kept his head bent, resisting the rope"s tug. "How does it feel, murderer, to have death starin" you in the face?" he gritted out from between clenched teeth. "Think of all the innocent creatures you"ve sent to their deaths. Go on, tell me how it feels?"
Vilu reached past Luke and managed to get a paw on the wheel. The Warrior mouse sank his teeth into the paw, and with a yelp the pirate stoat withdrew. Vilu"s guards drew their weapons. Luke shouted at them without turning his head.
"One move from you, murderer, or any of your sc.u.m, and I spin this wheel and send her side onto the rocks!"
Vilu"s big mistake had been in binding Luke to the wheel. He was fully in control of steering the ship. The stoat signaled his crew to stay clear. Luke decided then to make his move. Throwing back his head, he roared at the top of his lungs, loud and long, "Dead ahead! Dead ahead! Dead aheeeeaaaaadddd!"
Slipping half in, half out of the lashing churning sea, Vurg scrabbled and clawed his way along the port side until he was amidships. Ahead of him he could see Beau, balancing perilously on Ranguvar"s oarshaft as it stuck out from the bowside, waiting for the signal. Vurg clambered up onto the rail, shouting, "Dead ahead! Free the slaves, take the ship!"
In his excitement he had forgotten all else. Next instant Parug and Akkla came rushing from the crew"s quarters.
"What"s happenin", who"s takin" the ship?"
"Somebeast"s tryin" to free the slaves! Call to arms! All paws on deck!"
Slaves began pouring from the companionways of the three oardecks, some armed with what they could find, lengths of chain, pieces of timber and pitifully few daggers. Unsure how to proceed, they milled about on the deck, some weeping openly, not knowing what to do with their new-found freedom. These slaves, all from the upper and middle decks, soon found themselves set upon by ma.s.ses of heavily armed Sea Rogues, veterans in the business of bloodshed. Vurg and Beau rushed to their aid. Laying two searats low with savage kicks from his long hindlegs, the hare grabbed the vermin"s cutla.s.ses and tossed one to Vurg, bellowing, "Rally to us, you chaps, don"t sit "round blubberin". Fight!"
Several of the younger and bolder spirits obeyed, but there were others, too weak and frightened, who were thoroughly intimidated by the fierce horde of the Goreleech Goreleech "s crew. These wretched creatures ran and hid, and a lot of them tried to push their way back down to the oardecks, to the benches and chains where they had lived for long seasons. "s crew. These wretched creatures ran and hid, and a lot of them tried to push their way back down to the oardecks, to the benches and chains where they had lived for long seasons.
Then Ranguvar Foeseeker arrived upon the scene.
Battering slaves aside like ninepins, Bullflay came screaming out of the companionway, terror stamped upon his ugly features. Behind him, like the shadow of death, was Ranguvar. Laying into the slavemaster with his own whip, the black squirrel was a sight to strike fear into the heart of anybeast, now that she was on the loose. The long whip cracked around Bullflay"s ears as Ranguvar Foeseeker went after him, the stormy night echoing to her battle cries.
"Yayalaho! I am the Foeseeker, born in moondark to the crash of thunder! Sing your deathsongs! Yayalahooooo!"
In his panic Bullflay fled straight up the rigging, with Ranguvar hard on his heels, her eyes red with blood-wrath, laughing madly as she closed on her hated foe.
Vilu Daskar felt himself gripped by the icy claws of panic. Never in his wildest imaginings had he dreamed this could happen aboard his red ship.
"Akkla! Parug! Bring the crew astern! Gather to me!"
As the Sea Rogues crowded around, Luke called to his enemy above the din of storm and battle, "What are you goin" to do now, coward? Yore slaves are free and fightin", the Goreleech Goreleech is bein" driven to the rocks. "Twas a bad day for you when you murdered my wife!" is bein" driven to the rocks. "Twas a bad day for you when you murdered my wife!"
As if to emphasize the dilemma, Bullflay"s body, choked by his own whiplash, came flying down from aloft and crashed through the afterdeck stairs, taking with it two vermin who were making their way aft. Ranguvar Foeseeker climbed halfway down the rigging, then, with a bloodcurdling yell, hurled herself on a group of Sea Rogues who were hacking at helpless slaves on the main deck.
The pirate stoat turned on Luke, his voice a venomous hiss as he slashed at the bound Warrior with his sword.
"You were the cause of all this, but I will end it here!"
Luke could not protect himself from the wild, vicious onslaught, even though the swinging blade chopped the ropes free from one of his paws. Dulam and Denno were battling their way to the afterdeck when they saw Luke being attacked. Beau and Vurg saw it, too, and fought their way to the shattered stairs, Vurg crying out, "Luke! No! Hang on, mate, we"re comin"!"
But Luke was not finished. Fighting his way up through waves of pain, he put all his strength into a single blow. His paw chopped down on that of Vilu Daskar, sending the bone-handled scimitar skimming off into the sea. Then Luke had Daskar in a death grip, crushing him tight against the ship"s wheel. Sea Rogues hurled themselves upon the Warrior, trying to free their captain, who was screeching with fright. Pounding w.i.l.l.y-nilly at the Warrior, they were about to break the awful grip he had on Vilu Daskar when suddenly Ranguvar Foeseeker was in their midst, armed with two swords. The black squirrel was like a berserk tornado, dealing out death and fearsome wounds, laughing madly into the stricken faces of her foes.
"Yaylaho! "Tis a fine night to die! Yaylahooooo! Take a deep breath, buckoes, it"ll be yore last! I"ll hold "em off, Luke, you hold Daskar tight! Yayalahoooooo!"
Looming up to the red ship was a towering rock, ten times the girth of any craft, with waves riding high up its sides and smashing in foamy cascades. Luke had Daskar"s paws twined through the wheel spokes like a captive upon a rack, and the pirate stoat, his back pressed hard against the wheel, began begging and pleading hoa.r.s.ely for his life as the Goreleech Goreleech rode side on toward the monstrous column of wave-lashed stone. rode side on toward the monstrous column of wave-lashed stone.
"Spare me, Luke. You can have the treasure and freedom for all the slaves. Take the red ship too, but let me go. I speak truly, my word is my bond. Spare my life!"
Luke the Warrior pressed his face close to that of his mortal enemy, crushing him tighter and whispering, "Cowards die a thousand times, a warrior dies only once. The spirits of all you have slain are watching you, Vilu Daskar, and they will rest in peace now that your time has come. You must die as you have lived, a coward to the last!" 5 5 When the red ship struck the rock, it reverberated from stem to stern. There was a noise like an overhead peal of thunder, then it was shorn in two halves upon the mighty pinnacle of stone. The Goreleech Goreleech hung there for one awful moment, then the whole stern, from afterdeck to midships, fell. With a huge creaking of sundered timbers it hit the water and sank instantly. Far far below the seas, never to be seen again. hung there for one awful moment, then the whole stern, from afterdeck to midships, fell. With a huge creaking of sundered timbers it hit the water and sank instantly. Far far below the seas, never to be seen again.
Book 3
A Warrior"s Legacy Warrior"s Legacy
Chapter 35.
Sunlight lanced through into the cabin of the Arfship, Arfship, dustmotes swirled lazily about the still lit lanterns. Denno took the rock crystal gla.s.ses from his nose end and placed them on the closed book in front of him. Yawning and rubbing his eyes gently, he leaned back and stared up at the noon sky. dustmotes swirled lazily about the still lit lanterns. Denno took the rock crystal gla.s.ses from his nose end and placed them on the closed book in front of him. Yawning and rubbing his eyes gently, he leaned back and stared up at the noon sky.
"So now you know everything Martin of Redwall, that"s the whole story, as best as we could remember."
All eyes were on the stpnefaced warrior, awaiting his reaction. After what seemed an interminable silence, he spoke.
"Am I to understand then that my father wrecked the Goreleech Goreleech on the big column, knowing that he would die?" on the big column, knowing that he would die?"
Beau wiped a paw across his eyes and sniffed.
"Aye, that"s what he did^old lad, wounded almost t"death, with Ranguvar Foeseeker holdin" off almost an entire vermin crew so Luke an" her could have their revenge on Vilu Daskar, the red ship, an" all that had caused "em to lose their loved ones. By the fur, blood, tooth an" sword! Two braver warriors never lived!"
Vurg grasped the Warrior mouse"s paw tightly. "They did it for youfor all of us, Martin. Everybeast who"d ever suffered by the wickedness of Daskar an" his red ship. Luke was past carin" about what happened to himselfRanguvar, too. Between them their final sacrifice was to rid the land an" seas of a great evil!"
Martin"s eyes were like chips of ice.
"I would have done exactly the same in my father"s place!"
Dulam felt the hairs rise on his nape as he watched Martin. "I believe you would"ve, too. That sounded just like yore dad talkin" then. We all would, but for the fact we were at the for"ard end when the ship broke in two."
Martin stared keenly from one to the other.
"Is there anything else I should know? Vurg, you knew him better than most. Tell me."
The old mouse shook his head wistfully. "He gave you all he could, vengeance for your mother an" our tribe, freedom from a terror that the coastlands an" seas lived in fear of. But I remember that day we sailed off from the northlands, he gave you his sword. That blade had never left his paw, or that of his father an" his father before him. It was the most precious thing Luke ever owned! But there was something else, Martin, not from your father alone. When you discovered me in the old cave back there, I had found something buried in the sand. Here!"
Vurg pa.s.sed the beaded linen bag to Martin. It was the sort of container a mother would use to keep her baby"s things in, together with the small possessions she held dear. Martin"s paw traced the beautiful pattern of tiny threaded beads worked onto the linen. He eased himself slowly away from the table and left the cabin.
Gonff called after him, "You all right, matey? Need any help or company?" There was no answer from the Warrior. Gonff settled back against a bulkhead. "Best leave him alone awhile. Get some shuteye, mates. I"ve a feelin" that when he comes back through yon door we"ll be leavin" this place. You an" yore pals better pack, Vurg. We ain"t leavin" you stranded up in these rocks on a broken ship. You"ll have t"keep pinchin" yoreselves to make sure yore not dreamin" when you see Redwall Abbey, mates!"
Martin climbed down the front of the huge main column and sat on a ledge, with the sea almost lapping his footpaws, gazing down into the fathomless deeps. Somewhere far below lay the stern of the Goreleech, Goreleech, with his father, Luke the Warrior, pinning Vilu Daskar against the steering wheel, holding his ene with his father, Luke the Warrior, pinning Vilu Daskar against the steering wheel, holding his eneI ny in an eternal embrace. Around them would be strewn the pirate stoat"s vermin guard, and Luke"s berserk friend Ranguvar Foeseeker. Pride surged through Martin. His father and the black squirrel had kept their vows, they were the bravest of the brave, true warriors. ny in an eternal embrace. Around them would be strewn the pirate stoat"s vermin guard, and Luke"s berserk friend Ranguvar Foeseeker. Pride surged through Martin. His father and the black squirrel had kept their vows, they were the bravest of the brave, true warriors.
Martin sat there a long time, staring at the spot where sunlight ended in seagreen haze. From that beaded bag he took a stone, a rounded, medium-sized pebble, banded with various colors. The sort his father might have picked up from the beach, long ago, and brought back to the cave for his wife or little son. Martin held it awhile, until the stone took on warmth from his paws. Then he dropped it gently into the sea, watching it sink rapidly from sight into the depths.
"This is for you, my father, from Sayna, the wife you lost, and Martin, the son you strove to return to. But I have made good your promise, I returned to find you. Ranguvar Foeseeker, I know not if you had any family, but you have two friends forever. Luke the Warrior and Martin of Redwall. I will carry your memories in my heart."
Martin left the tall rock then, with the seas still booming in his ears as they broke against it. In all his life he never went back to that place. On the next ebb tide the skiff Honeysuckle Honeysuckle sailed away from Tall Rocks, bound south for Redwall. sailed away from Tall Rocks, bound south for Redwall.
Skipper of Otters craned his head back, staring up into the pale blue summer morn. Bella the Badgermother of Redwall waited patiently, already knowing what her burly friend"s question would be.
"Of course I can tell the squirrels to set up more scaffoldin" at the south end, marm, but why, pray?"
Bella spread her paws wide, as if the answer were obvious. "Because summer is nearly done and autumn will soon be here."
Sitting back on his powerful tail, the big otter shrugged. "Huh, "fraid you"ve lost me, marm. What difference will that make? Autumn always follered summer, "tis the way o" the seasons. What"s that got t"do with scaffoldin"?"
Bella sat beside him, fiddling with the strings of her ap.r.o.n. "Mayhap "tis just a foolish fancy of mine, Skip, but I"d like to see the south gable built right up as far as it will reach. According to Abbess Germaine and Martin"s plans, that"s where the weather vane will be, at the highest point."
Columbine approached them and sat down, unfolding a clean white linen cloth to reveal a scone still warm from the window ledge where it had lain to cool. "Taste that and tell me what you think."
Breaking it in two, she gave them a piece each. Bella inspected the pastry, sniffing it appreciatively.
"Smells wonderful. I can see chopped nuts and bits of crystallized honey in there, but tell me, why is the scone pink?"
"Because it"s a Redwall Abbeyscone," the pretty mousewife explained. "I used wild cherry juice in the mix, to give it the color of our walls. I plan on making them in the shape of the sandstone blocks we"ve oised to build our Abbey with. D"you like them, Skip?"
The otter had bolted his piece in one great mouthful, and now he picked crumbs from his whiskers and nibbled them.
"Very tasty, Columbine marm, exceedin" nice! But yore goin" t"need a big oven to bake "em big as sandstone blocks."
Columbine gave Skipper a playful shove. "Oh, you great puddenheaded riverdog, they"ll only be little scones, baked in the shape of the big stones!"
The otter Chieftain scratched his head. "Aye, marm, seems I can"t get a thing right t"day. D"you know why autumn follows summer, an" that"s why the squirrels must build more scaffoldin", so that we can build the south gable end up to its peak with a weather vane atop? "Cos I"m bio wed if"n I do, ole pudden"ead that I am!"
Columbine hugged Bella"s huge paw. "Oh, what a lovely, wonderful idea! Our south gable built high, with a weather vane sticking up on it. When my Gonff comes marching down the path with Martin and Dinny and Trimp, why, they"ll be able to see it from a great distance. How nice!"
A slow smile spread across Skipper"s face as the reason for Bella"s request dawned upon him.
"Haharr, so that"s it! Swoggle me rudder, why didn"t I think o" that?"
He fell backward as Bella and Columbine tugged his footpaws, chuckling aloud as they chorused together, " "Cos you"re a great puddenheaded old riverdog!"
Bella made the announcement right after breakfast. It was wholeheartedly supported by all the creatures of Redwall.
Lady Amber added to the excitement. "An excellent idea. I"ll get my squirrels to work straight away on the scaffolding. Though "twill take most of the day erecting it up on the south end, so here"s what I suggest. Friends, you"ve worked hard and long all summer, why not have a day"s rest? Perhaps a picnic by the pond can be arranged for early evening. We"ll have finished the scaffolding by then, so we"ll be able to join you. First thing tomorrow everybeast can pitch in and we"ll really go to work and top off that south gable. How"s that?" Rousing cheers greeted the Squirrelqueen"s scheme. Ferdy and Coggs, the hedgehog Cellarkeepers, trundled barrels, kegs and casks out of the main Abbey door onto the lawn. Baby Gonflet was waiting with his gang of Dibbuns, all armed with wedge stones and prodding sticks. Coggs narrowed his eyes. "Wot are you up to, Gonflet, ye liddle wretch?"
Gonflet waved his barrel-prodding stick dismissively. "You"n"Ferd go now, Cogg. Us take these barrels down to a pond. Not wurry, us good barrel rollers!"
Coggs exchanged glances with his twin brother. "Wot d"ye reckon, Ferdy, shall we let "em?"