[Redwall 18] - High Rhulain (22 page)

The otterbabe riding on Leatho's shoulders whispered in his ear, “Uz gunner go ta H'old Suddermell? Soun's ferry nice!”

The outlaw tickled the little one's footpaw. “Aye, darlin', I'm sure Mister Zillo will take us there.”

The old bard chuckled. “Sure I'll take ye there, right enough. Wait'll ye see it! Then ye'll wonder how anybeast doubted me.”

The outlaw nodded. “I don't doubt ye, Zillo. Tell me, though, how did ye manage to escape from the cave without Felis harmin' or capturin' anybeast?”

Ould Zillo shrugged. “ 'Twas all Deedero's doin'. Ye recall how ye left me'n'her in charge afore ye went off? Huh, I didn't have much say in the runnin' o' things at all. That big ottermum just took over. Aye, an' 'tis just as well she did, mate. Let nobeast ever tell me that Deedero Galedeep ain't got a head on her shoulders!”

Kolun tapped Zillo on the shoulder from behind. “Go on, tell us how my missus did it.”

The bard had to smile as he recalled the deeds of Deedero. “Sure, 'twas worth writin' a ballad about. First thing she did was to get yore boat pulled up alongside the cave. Then she fed all the little 'uns an' bedded 'em down in it so they were out o' harm's way. Then she split us into two groups. I was in charge of the gang who went out collectin' seaweed an' water-logged driftwood. We had to stack it all by the main cookin' fire. Next thing she had us doin' was pourin' all o' Birl Gully's punch into the seafood stew, that an' a jar o' veggible oil an' any other leftovers we could find. I tell ye, Kolun, that missus o' yores should've been a warlord!”

Leatho pressed the bard. “Go on, wot did she do then?”

Zillo took up the tale again. “Lissen t'this. Deedero takes her gang out by the land entrance o' the cave. They strip all the branches from two blackthorns, the ones with the big sharp spikes. So she lays 'em out, where any foebeast would tread on 'em in the dark. Then she posts some o' the wives close t'the cave an' tells 'em to report to her any sudden yowls or miaows.”

Leatho interrupted. “But supposin' it would've been us comin' back to the cave ahead of Felis. What then?”

Birl Gully roared out laughing. “Harrharrharr! That would've been yore bad luck, mate. But as it 'appens, things turned out right. 'Twas the wildcat an' his guards who came chargin' along that way. Harrharrharr!”

Zillo continued. “Must've been close to midnight when our sentries 'eard the yowls an' catcalls. They hurried back, an' Deedero sent everybeast off into the sea, pushin' the boat away up the coast. The little 'uns thought it was no end o' fun. Now there was only me'n'Deedero left there. She orders me to heap the seaweed an' dampwood on the fire. Right away there's smoke billowin' everywhere. I saw Deedero take a long pole an' push the big cauldron over, topplin' it all over the floor. It smelled pretty strong, I can tell ye. Well, that was it. Me'n'Deedero got out o' there an' went swimmin' after the others . . . leavin' Riggu Felis an' his catguards t'clean up after us, o' course!”

Leatho thumped his rudder down in admiration. “Blood'n'thunder, I think we'll have to call yore missus General Deedero from now on, Kolun!”

The big otter tucked his oar under one arm, puffing out his chest proudly. “Aye, an' to think she chose me as her husband. Yowch!”

Deedero had caught up with them and stepped on Kolun's rudder. “Quick march there, dumblepaws, step out lively. An' you two, Zillo an' Shellhound, stop skylarkin' about an' move yourselves. If'n we don't get these little 'uns someplace safe by dark, with good hot vittles in 'em an' a pillow to lay down their heads on, it ain't no wildcat ye'll have to worry about. It'll be me. Understood?”

They stepped out smartly, saluting all the way.

“Aye, marm, very good marm!”

“We're kickin' up a bit o' dust now, marm!”

“Now don't ye fret, me liddle apple dumplin', everythin's goin' right to plan. Ouch! Will ye stop stampin' on me rudder like that, er, my sweet honeybee.”

Riggu Felis would have stamped his paw with rage had it not been for the broken blackthorn spike embedded in it. He roared up at the first guard he saw passing a window inside the fortress.

“Open the main gate! Get Atunra and Pitru down here! What in the name of slaughter'n'fangs is going on here? Why are all these otterslaves camped outside in the open? Get that gate open on the double, or I'll rip ye in half with my own two paws!”

Weilmark Scaut assisted the limping warlord up onto the pier. There was a wild scurry of paws from inside. Then the main gates creaked open.

The wildcat howled at the clutter of catguards milling about within, “You, you, you and you! Get those otterslaves locked back in their compound right now. You, scorecat, attend me!”

The feral cat in question marched up and came to rigid attention. “Lord!”

Hot, angry eyes glared through the chain mail at her. “What do they call you?”

She gulped. “Scorecat Rinat, Sire.”

Her face was sprayed with spittle as Felis thrust aside his face mask and yelled at her, “Get these guards back inside their barracks immediately! Where is my counsellor, Atunra? Where's that useless son of mine? Why isn't he here to meet me, eh?”

Rinat's voice trembled nervously as she replied, “The Fortress Commander is with Lady Kaltag in her chamber, Sire.”

The wildcat shoved her roughly aside. Limping toward the stairs, he struck out at catguards with his axe handle. “Out! Out all of ye, back to your barracks!”

Balur and his sister Hinso were on guard outside of the chamber. Acting on Pitru's orders, they challenged Riggu Felis. “Halt there, we must announce you!”

Grabbing both guards, the enraged warlord hurled them headfirst down the stairs. With his axe, he dealt the door a blow that left it toppled on one hinge. Scorecat Yund was inside the chamber with Kaltag and Pitru, who signalled him with a sideways glance. He turned, holding his spear horizontally at chest height, barring the wildcat's path. Without breaking his limping stride, the warlord wrenched the weapon from Yund's grasp and smashed it in two halves on his head. Lifting the scorecat bodily, Riggu flung him down the stairs also. Now, with no guards left to block him, Riggu confronted his son. His breath from behind the chain mail mask hissed viciously.

Pitru had never seen his father so wrathful. He moved swiftly behind his mother's chair, crying out, “Stop him, he means to kill me, just like he slew Jeefra!”

The Lady Kaltag faced Riggu fearlessly, her voice calm and slightly ironical. “I stood at my window and watched your arrival. There was no sign of captive otters, bound tightly, being dragged back here for punishment. What happened to your footpaw? Were you wounded doing battle with the foe?”

Riggu Felis stumped over to a table and perched upon its edge. He took a knife from a plate of half-eaten fish and began probing at his footpaw with it. “This is nothing, a broken thorn. Where is Atunra? I need to consult with her.”

Kaltag ignored the question, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she sniffed the air. “What is that horrible smell you bring into my chamber?”

The warlord continued digging at his footpaw, sweeping aside his cloak, which was getting in the way. “Where, what foolishness is this, what smell?”

Pitru pointed at his father. “It's all over the back of his cloak. Some kind of slop, that's causing the smell!”

Kaltag's smile was humourless and icy. “Did those who wounded you also do that—plaster you with filth?”

Riggu Felis grunted as he pulled out the broken blackthorn spike. “A thorn, that's all it was, a thorn I stepped on!” Skirting the question of his cloak, he pursued his former enquiry. “Where is Atunra? Send her to me now.”

Kaltag shrugged carelessly. “She is of no consequence to me. I have not seen her since you marched away from here to destroy your enemies.”

The wildcat's blazing eyes sought out his son. “What have you done with Atunra, you little worm?”

Pitru could not meet his father's gaze, but he was regaining his confidence. He stared at his mother, addressing her in wide-eyed innocence. “Tell him I know nought of his pine marten lackey. As Fortress Commander, I was far too busy organising the defences against the enemies he was supposed to have defeated. I am not Atunra's nursemaid. Why should I watch over her?”

There was a clatter of dishes as Riggu drove the knifepoint deep into the tabletop. “You stupid young brat! Is that what you call organising defences—allowing half the otterslaves to wander about outside the walls and letting a load of guards idle their time away indoors, eating and sleeping? Hah, Commander! All you'll ever be is a silk-clad kitten, cringing behind your mother's skirts!”

Kaltag's voice dripped scorn as she came to Pitru's defence. “Well, I hope he never becomes a warlord like you, skulking back here with a wounded paw and a stinking cloak! Where are all the prisoners you vowed to bring back? Scorecat Yund noticed you returned twenty-one guards short. What happened to them, O Mighty One, eh? At least we weren't attacked, thanks to Pitru's defence plans!”

Her words stung the wildcat worse than blackthorn spikes. He knew he had lost the argument and was not prepared to bandy further. However, he was determined to have the final word as he swept out of the chamber.

“I've ordered the guards back to their barracks and the slaves back to their compound. It is my command that they stay there. I will seek out Atunra now. If any harm has befallen her by either of your doings, then you will see just how merciless a warlord can be!”

 

Riggu Felis found Weilmark Scaut awaiting him alone on the pier. He barraged him with orders. “Search my fortress from top to bottom, and all the surrounding area. Use all your guards to do it. Find Atunra and bring her to me, dead or alive. I'll be in my chambers. As of tomorrow, we will no longer seek out the otters.”

Scaut looked puzzled. “Lord?”

The wildcat ripped off his muddied cloak and threw it into the lake, watching the water carry it under. “Why chase about after a bunch of outlaws? I'll make them come here to me. Don't look so blank, Scaut. I have what they want—this fortress and a whole lot of otterslaves. Mark my words, they'll come. Fortunately for me, otters are noble creatures. They won't leave their own kind in slavery. They'll make an attempt to liberate them.”

Happy sounds of Dibbuns laughing and playing drifted up through the open library window at Redwall Abbey. Old Quelt, Snowdrop and the three young puzzle solvers sat around the long, polished table. The Sister had one paw on Tiria's farewell letter and the other on the Geminya Tome.

“I think the answers lie somewhere twixt these two. First we need to study the clues Tiria left for us. Then we can look up any references to them in the Tome.”

Girry stifled a yawn. “Is it nearly lunchtime yet?”

Old Quelt looked over his glasses at the young squirrel. “Bored with study already, are we, young sir?”

Girry flicked a paper pellet he had made through the window. “Huh, there's no sense in saying that I'm not, sir.”

The Librarian Recorder turned his attention to Tribsy and Brinty. “Has your interest become dulled also, friends?”

The young mole yawned. “Hoo urrh! Oi'm a-doin' moi bestest, zurr, but 'tis 'ard wurk, a-studyen' gurt ole books.”

From where he was slumped in his chair, Brinty nodded to the open window. “There's a lovely sunny day going to waste while we're stuck in this gloomy library. 'Tisn't fair!”

Sister Snowdrop sniffed meaningly. “That's because you lack a true scholar's dedication.”