Trimp could not help teasing the hare with a wry comment. "I wonder if the Redwall Abbey kitchens will have enough food to keep up with the both of you?"
Dinny shook his head at the hedgehog maid"s observation. "Burr aye, miz, oi "adn"t thought o" that. They"m two"ll keep ee cooks gurtly busy, oi"m surrting o" that!"
Traveling upstream was not difficult as they traced back their original path. Tungro"s tribe were strong swimmers, and they weaved in and out of the growing flotilla of shrew logboats surrounding the Honeysuckle, Honeysuckle, lending strong paws wherever they were needed. On a lazy golden afternoon, Gonff lay stretched out beneath the lending strong paws wherever they were needed. On a lazy golden afternoon, Gonff lay stretched out beneath the stern awning, tossing hazelnut pieces in the air and stern awning, tossing hazelnut pieces in the air and catching them in his mouth. Martin was napping nearby, whiskers gently twitching against a curious midge, bent on investigating his face. A fragment of nut, which Gonff had missed, bounced off Martin"s nose, and he opened one eye slowly. catching them in his mouth. Martin was napping nearby, whiskers gently twitching against a curious midge, bent on investigating his face. A fragment of nut, which Gonff had missed, bounced off Martin"s nose, and he opened one eye slowly.
"D"you mind not disturbing me? It"s not often I get the chance of an odd snooze." get the chance of an odd snooze."
Gonff aimed another piece of nut at his companion. "Snooze? How can you talk about snoozin", mate? We"re nearly home! I"ll be seein" my Columbine soon, haha, an" that Gonflet o" mine. Wonder if he"s grown at all?"
Martin stared up at the changing leaf patterns, blinking as the sun traced through, blurring the edges.
"Oh, I imagine Gonflet will be tall enough to cause us more trouble, young scamp! I lope the work on our Abbey has progressed without too much bother. I bet Bella"s missed us, though the kitchen crew will probably be glad you"re gone. Pies can lie cooling on windowsills in safety."
"Hah! Not with my Gonflet runnin" loose they won"t!"
In one smooth motion, Tungro slid aboard the skiff. He whispered urgently to Martin, "We"re due to run into trouble, I think!"
The Warrior lay still, though his paw was seeking his blade. "What makes you think that, friend?"
"Well, I can "ear a waterfall somewheres up ahead, but that ain"t really it. Somebeasts are followin" us. I saw movement in the trees, ripples in our wake, an" I think they"re up ahead of us, too!"
Immediately Martin arose, sword in paw. "Sounds like they"ve got us surrounded, eh, Gonff?"
"You two stop here. I"ll go an" take a peek."
Gonff crawled out on deck and took stock of the situation. Tungro"s otters were in the water, guarding the shrew logboats, which Furmo had grouped around the Honeysuckle. Honeysuckle. Only the streamsounds and the distant waterfall broke the ominous silence. Suddenly the soft autumn noontide had grown dangerous. Krar perched upon the Only the streamsounds and the distant waterfall broke the ominous silence. Suddenly the soft autumn noontide had grown dangerous. Krar perched upon the Honeysuckle"s Honeysuckle"s prow, watching keenly. Folgrim had his ax out, and was standing in the stern of the back logboat. Furmo and his Guosim crouched, rapiers drawn. Gonff held up his paws, signaling everybeast to wait. His eye caught a movement in a tree-shaded shallow. prow, watching keenly. Folgrim had his ax out, and was standing in the stern of the back logboat. Furmo and his Guosim crouched, rapiers drawn. Gonff held up his paws, signaling everybeast to wait. His eye caught a movement in a tree-shaded shallow.
Then the Mousethief relaxed, waving his paws for the crew to stand down. He shouted then, his voice cutting the stillness. "Haharr, I"ll bite y"tail off an" stuff it down yore ear!"
A gruff voice responded from the shallows. "Surrender, mousey, yer surrounded, mate!"
Gonff gave a broad wink to the Guosim shrews. "Surrounded? Y"great lard barrel, stay there. I"m comin" to surround you, ye forty-faced frogflusher!"
Hurling himself from the deck, Gonff hit the water with a loud splash and threw himself onto the creature which sped out from the bank. Streamwater boiled in chaos as the pair met, roaring and bellowing.
"Garraway Bullow, ye bangtailed riverdog, I knowed it was you all along. Take that!"
"Whupperyhoo, Gonffo, don"t try t"fool me. You was scared out o"yore mousey wits, admit it!"
"Scared? I been scareder of dead logs floatin" in the water. Only thing I"m scared of is that you won"t "ave supper ready, ye whiskery waterwet puddenwalloper!"
Yelling with delight, Folgrim and Tungro dived into the water. "Auntie Garraway, "tis us, yore nephews!"
"Oh no, lock the larders, it"s Bargud"s brats. I .ookit the size of "em. My pore sister must"ve starved t"death tryin" to feed "em. Gonffo, get "em off me!"
Otters of Garraway"s tribe began popping up everywhere, shouting to the otters from Tungro"s crew, who yelled back at them. Trimp looked to Martin, who was chuckling and shaking his head at their antics.
"It looks like the two tribes are related. We"re surrounded by aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews. Yugggh!"
A large pawful of soggy bankmud caught Martin full on the nose. Both groups of otters were so happy to see each other that they had started a mud fight. The remainder of the Honeysuckle"s Honeysuckle"s crew and Furmo"s shrews did not hesitate. Laughing madly they leaped into the water, joining in the fun. Right along the bank they fought, slinging heaps of sludgy brown mud at one another, slipping, sliding and splashing as they pelted away furiously. Mud was everywhere! Swiftly aimed globs of the sticky goo splattered, sticking to fur, spikes, muzzles, paws and tails. A practically unrecognizable hedgehog maid stumbled into what appeared to be a small moving mud mound. crew and Furmo"s shrews did not hesitate. Laughing madly they leaped into the water, joining in the fun. Right along the bank they fought, slinging heaps of sludgy brown mud at one another, slipping, sliding and splashing as they pelted away furiously. Mud was everywhere! Swiftly aimed globs of the sticky goo splattered, sticking to fur, spikes, muzzles, paws and tails. A practically unrecognizable hedgehog maid stumbled into what appeared to be a small moving mud mound.
"Heehee, is dat you, miz Trimp?"
"Hahaha, of course it is, who"re you?"
"On"y a likkle Chugg, take dat!"
"Yutch! You filthy imp, don"t chuck mud at me. Throw it at those otters, they started it!"
"Heehee, I frow muds at everybeast, here some more f"you!"
Whizz! Splat! Splotch! Whopp!
Only Krar remained aloof, perched on the skiff"s prow, shaking his head in disgust at the undignified spectacle.
"Zounds, "tis surely a day of fools" delight. These riverdogs are a mad species methinks. Yawch!"
A mud-covered Beau stooped to gather more. "Oh, well hit, Fethringsol. Maybe that"ll spoil the great pompous featherbag"s appet.i.te, wot!"
Evening had fallen by the time both sides had wearied of mud throwing and washed themselves off in the stream. Queen Garraway Bullow took a last chance to grab her nephews and duck them soundly.
Gonff waded over. "Ahoy, what"s goin" on here? Tryin" to drown off yore kin?"
"That"s right, Gonffo. Disrespectful rascals, I"ll teach "em to address me as Yore Majesty, not auntie Garraway. Well, friend, we"d best rest up awhile, then I"ll have my crew rig blocks"n"tackles to pull yore pretty boat over the waterfall. "Tis the least I can do for such fighters!"
Folgrim broke the surface, blowing water. "Aye, "cos if you don"t, yore name"ll be mud forever!"
Chapter 39.
Milk-white mist covered the land up to the height of a tall elm tree. Early dawn silence lay over Redwall Abbey, disturbed only by muted birdsong from afar. It was an hour after dawn. Skipper and Bella leaned on the north battlements, with Gonflet between them. Keeping a paw behind the little mouse, Bella cautioned him, "Stay away from the battlement edge. Your mum"ll have a word or two to say if I let you fall."
Gonflet stamped his paws in frustration, peering into the blanket of mist. "When"ll my daddy be"s com in" back, the blanket of mist. "When"ll my daddy be"s com in" back, Skip?" Skip?"
Skipper sat the tiny fellow on his shoulder, out of harm.
"Oh, don"t you fret, mate. He"ll come back soon now. Maybe later on, when the mist lifts."
Gonflet tugged the otter"s ear. "Phwaw! You say that alla time, every day, Skip!"
Columbine"s voice sounded from the lawn below. "h.e.l.lo, Bella, Skip, where are you?"
"Up "ere, marm, west corner o" north wall!"
Columbine came up the wallsteps, carrying a tray, which she placed on the wall.
"Gracious, you three are up here early today. Surely there"s not much point yet, with all this autumn mist about. Gonflet, shouldn"t you still be in your bed?"
"No no, it my turn to watch for daddy. Miz Bell an" Skip "elpin" me. My daddy come soon, you see!"
Columbine stroked her son"s head fondly. "Yes, I"m sure he will. Oh, look, the mist is turning gold! Come and have some breakfast now. The sun will burn all this mist away before long."
Columbine stayed on the ramparts with them. Still surrounded by the coc.o.o.n of golden autumnal mist, they ate bowls of hot oatmeal with fresh berries and honey.
With otters hauling and shrews pushing, the skiff Honeysuckle Honeysuckle slid over the ditch and out of west Mossflower"s trees onto the path. It was the same spot where Trimp had met Ferdy and Coggs a season before. slid over the ditch and out of west Mossflower"s trees onto the path. It was the same spot where Trimp had met Ferdy and Coggs a season before.
Gonff called through the mist to Martin, "Hoist the sail, matey!"
Furmo shook his head at the Mousethief. "Wot d"you want the sail spread for, matey? We"re in a fog, there ain"t a feather o" breeze nowheres to stir her sail."
Taking a brightly colored Guosim headband, Gonff bound it about his brow. He climbed to the prow and struck a pose. "You an" the breeze can do what you like, Log a Log, but if I"m comin" home then I"m goin" to arrive in style, eh, Martin?"
His friend joined him on the prow, drawing his sword and pointing forward in an equally heroic pose. "Right, mate. Let"s go home!"
Furmo nodded admiringly at the pair. "That"s the way, crewmates. Come on, everybeast, we"ll grease the wheels, comb our whiskers, haul the ropes an" sing our friends home every bit o" the way. You all know "Journey"s End." Trimp, you take the top harmony, I"ll do the baritone, an" Garraway the ba.s.s. One two three ..."
Away the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle rolled down the path, with her crew pulling the head ropes, two tribes of otters and a tribe of Guosim crowding around to push; Martin, Gonff, Dinny and Trimp, the original four who had set out from the Abbey, all standing in the prow. Krar perched on the masthead, keeping a firm grip on Chugger, who still considered himself captain. rolled down the path, with her crew pulling the head ropes, two tribes of otters and a tribe of Guosim crowding around to push; Martin, Gonff, Dinny and Trimp, the original four who had set out from the Abbey, all standing in the prow. Krar perched on the masthead, keeping a firm grip on Chugger, who still considered himself captain.
Now the sun was beginning to thin the mist, they could see through it. As they rounded a bend by a grove of oaks, the singing suddenly died, and the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle rolled to a halt. Everybeast looked up and saw Redwall. rolled to a halt. Everybeast looked up and saw Redwall.
Floating above the golden mist like a vision from some wondrous dream, south gable reared to the soft blue skies, with the weather vane standing proud atop the dusty rose-colored sandstone b.u.t.tresses. It was a magical, breathtaking sight. For one awestruck moment they all stood, gazing dumbly, then a mighty cheer broke out. Dinny chuckled proudly, through tears he was unable to check, "Yonder be moi "ome!"
Gonflet sprang from Skipper"s shoulders onto the northwest corner battlement, which was higher than I he rest. Skipper held out his paws for the little mouse to jump back down again.
"Come offa there, matey. You can"t see anythin" yet in this mist."
Columbine sensed something. She looked up at her son. "Gonflet, what is it?"
"I "ear "em, mamma! Lissen! Daddy comes "ome! Lissen!"
Faintly at first, but growing in volume, the sound of manybeasts singing reached the walltops. Bella scrambled up onto the battlement and laughed aloud with joy.
"There"s a ship coming down the path! A ship! Would you believe it, friends, I see them! I see them!"
High into the sunny morning the song rang out.
"Marching home! Marching home!
Jolly friend! Jolly friend!
Trav"ling on, until our journey"s end, So away with all your fears, Smile with me, forget those tears, Though the road was long an" dusty we survived.
And arrived!
Tramp tramp tramp tramp, Lay your head down where you camp, It ain"t your home or fireside.
Tramp tramp tramp tramp, Moorlands dry or forests damp, Sharing together side by side.
Marching home! Marching home!
Jolly friend! Jolly friend!
O"er each highland, around each river"s bend, Keep your chin up in the rain, Soon we"ll be back home again, Though my paws are worn an" weary never fear.
Oh my dear!
Left right left right, Onward mate by day or night, Lean on my shoulder now old friend, Left right left right, Grey the day or sunlight bright, Until we reach our journey"s end.
Marching home! Marching home!"
Bella"s shouts boomed like thunder over the lawns.
"Rouse yourselves, Redwallers, they"re back! Turn out the cooks! Open the gates! They"ve come back home!"
As Ferdy and Coggs flung the outer gates wide, Columbine allowed Gonflet to dash off and meet the ship. He was swept aboard and lifted onto his father"s shoulders. Ferdy and Coggs, still in their nightshirts, held the outer wall gates wide open. With all the creatures of Redwall pushing it, the skiff Honeysuckle Honeysuckle sailed regally inside, halting in the center of the main lawn. Gonff leaped down with Gonflet still on his shoulders, swept Columbine up and hugged her tight. "Yore Prince o" Mousethieves is returned, milady!" sailed regally inside, halting in the center of the main lawn. Gonff leaped down with Gonflet still on his shoulders, swept Columbine up and hugged her tight. "Yore Prince o" Mousethieves is returned, milady!"
Chaotic greetings broke out everywhere.
"Oh, Dinny, our faithful Foremole, how we missed you, my friend. Welcome home, welcome home!"
"Hurr, thankee, miz Bell, oi missed ee too, aye, so gurtly that oi be lostened furr wurds, marm!"
"Uncle Warthorn, it is you, ain"t it?"
"Well rip me rudder, so "tis. Don"t tell me yore Bargud"s sons? Lookit the size o" you both. Wot were ye fed on, boulders"n"logs? Fergit Warthorn, call me Skip. "Ere, come an" meet Mayberry an" Catkin. I thinks they"re yore cousins, but I"ll let ye know when I works it out!"
"Ferdy, Coggs, h.e.l.lo there, "tis me!"
"Why so "tis, miz Trimp. Y"look taller, I think!"
"Aye, an" pretty as ever. Good to "ave ye back, me dear!"
"H"i name Chugg, only a likkle squiggle, hut lotsa t"ubble!"
"Me called Gonflet, I lotsa t"ubble, too, Chugg!"
"Ahoy there, Skip, whupperyhoo to ye. Let go o" those two bullies an" shake yore otterkin"s paw, ye ole rascal!"
"Haharr, Garraway Bullow, me ole heart"s delight. C"mere, me second cousin twice removed an" longtailed on yore granma"s side!"
Amid the shouting and laughing as old friends were reunited and new ones made, a small stooped figure, leaning on a blackthorn stick, shuffled across the lawn. Everybeast made way for Abbess Germaine. Mayberry and Catkin hurried forward, a.s.sisting her to the Honeysuckle"s Honeysuckle"s prow, where Martin stood waiting to meet her. Drawing his sword he knelt, laying it at the old mouse"s footpaws. She smiled. prow, where Martin stood waiting to meet her. Drawing his sword he knelt, laying it at the old mouse"s footpaws. She smiled.
"Martin of Redwall, you have returned to us, my friend."