Martin The Warrior Part 25

Hisk puffed out his narrow chest, satisfied he was back in control. "Good work, you two. Keep it up. Come on, let's go!"

The tracks led west, over the low hill and out across some furze land, through a patch of damp sandy flats and into an expanse of reedgra.s.s. Hisk and his soldiers followed diligently, the weasel Captain issuing whispered orders as they dogtrotted across the patchy moonlit landscape.

"Don't forget, silence at all times. When we find the camp we make a note of its position and head right back to Marshank. Lord Badrang'll take care of the rest."

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Brome and Felldoh dragged the javelins behind them as they scurried into a heavily bulrushed area. The squirrel's paw squelched deep. He stopped, checking Brome as he did. "Halt, swampland! Let's hide over there, where the rushes are thickest. Here, take some more javelins. I'll cut you a throwing stick while we're waiting on Badrang's vermin. Hisk is their leader. Leave him to me-I've got scores to settle with that sc.u.mnosed blaggard. He bent many a rod over my back!"

Hisk shook his spear triumphantly. "The marshlands, that's where they're hiding. No wonder they thought they were safe. Who'd follow anybeast into marshes? Well, their secret hiding place isn't a secret any more. Keep your eyes peeled for a campfire among these bulrushes."

As he was talking, the trackers bypa.s.sed him and went ahead. Eager to complete their mission, they raced along with the tracks clear in the soft heavy ground. Flink pawed at a broken rush, noting the way gra.s.s had been trampled. " 'S funny, the ground's pretty soft here. They must have found a firm path to get a loaded cart into marshland, eh, Buggy?"

"Waah! 'Elp, I'm sinkin'. 'Elp me, mates!"

Hisk hurried forward. "Shuttup, loudmouth, d'you want them to know we're here!"

Flink stared at the dark patch of smoothness beyond the rushes. "It's Buggy. He's gone!"

Hisk grabbed Flink and shook him. "I told you to keep your voice down, idiot! Now, what d'you mean Bugpaw's gone?"

"S - s - sw - swamp!" Flink's teeeth chattered with fright. As he was speaking, both he and the Captain had started to sink. Hisk pushed Flink away from him as the tracker grabbed wildly at his spear. Flink fell over backwards and the ooze gripped him and engulfed him. The weasel Captain pulled one footpaw free. Stabbing his spear deep into the firmer ground, he hurriedly 253.

hauled himself out. The others b.u.mped into each other as they fought in the darkness to distance themselves from the swamp edge.

A rat called Fraggun stood on tip paw, peering into the patch where Bugpaw and Flink had been a moment before. "Where did they goooooo... oh!"

The javelin had filled his mouth, flas.h.i.+ng out of nowhere like dark lightning.

Brome had never seen a creature killed at close quarters before. One moment the rat had been alive and shouting. Then in a flash he was slain. The young mouse was no killer. He stared in horror at Felldoh, who had just thrown the javelin. The squirrel's face showed little emotion as he fitted another javelin on to his throwing stick and whipped his arm back. Sighting on a shape in the darkness, he flung the missile and was rewarded by a gurgling scream. "Got him!"

The javelins and throwing stick dropped from Brome's paws. "You killed them!"

Felldoh slid another javelin along his throwing stick. "Aye, young un. It's called war! You'd best give me those javelins if you can't use 'em. Stay here and rattle these rushes, but keep your head well down. I'll be back soon."

With a grim light in his eyes, Felldoh crawled off.

Hisk threw his spear at the clump of bulrushes. "Over there, see the rushes moving, that's where they are!"

Spears and arrows flew in the direction he had indicated.

Brome was a brave and reckless young mouse, but the idea of slaying another living creature appalled him. Now other beasts were trying to kill him. Suddenly he knew the meaning of fear. He lay flat, doing as Felldoh had told him, tugging at the rushes so they rattled. Fragments of bulrush showered down on him as missiles 254.

crashed by overhead. His paws were shaking so much with fright that the long stems rattled furiously. What had started out as an adventure had turned into the stark reality of life and death.

Felldoh worked his way around to the other side of his foes. Silent as a shadow, the powerful squirrel used a single javelin as a stabbing implement, taking out a ferret and another rat. Felldoh had a javelin sighted on Hisk when a rat stepped in the way and took it through his side. The rat let out an earsplitting scream as he went down. Hisk turned, catching a glimpse of his enemy as the squirrel dodged off into the cover of the rushes. "It's a squirrel, one of the slaves. After him!" They crashed off into the marshes after him. Hisk took a swift head count as they went. A tremor of shock ran through him. Only five left, counting himself! He had taken ten soldiers and two trackers when he left Bad-rang. The squirrel had slain five, plus the two trackers who had been lost in the swamp. Enraged, Hisk picked up the spear of the rat who had fallen to Felldoh's last throw and followed the others.

Brome stopped shaking the reeds and lay still, wondering if Badrang's soldiers had caught Felldoh. The young mouse was frightened at being left all alone in the hostile marshland, but determined he should do something to rescue his friend. Gritting his teeth, he grasped his throwing stick firmly. He had no javelins, but at least he could use the stick as a weapon. There was a rustle in the vegetation nearby. Brome froze as a paw fell on his shoulder.

"Come on, mate. Time to get out of here!" "Felldoh! Where did you come from?" The young mouse's voice sounded squeaky in the night silence.

The strong squirrel pulled him upright, explaining as he led the way to firmer ground, "I got about half of 'em, maybe more. Missed that sc.u.mmy Hisk, though.

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I've been leading them a pretty dance around the edges of this quagmire. They'll be lucky to find their way back to Marshank, let alone locate our camp."

They followed the false cart tracks back to the low hill and were soon in sight of the camp. Brome had to dogtrot to keep up with his friend's strong pace. "Felldoh, back there, I was, I mean .. ."

The squirrel winked and patted him kindly. "You don't have to explain anything to me. You're my matey. You were very brave tonight, young un. Not every creature can slay or take life. Don't worry about it. I've seen the time when I was like you. Wish I still was."

Brome shook his head. "You wish you were like me?"

Felldoh threw a paw about the young mouse's shoulder. "Indeed I do. It's slavery that has made me this way. I'd slaughter every one of Badrang's horde if I had my way. Then I'd be sure that every honest creature was safe from the threat of slavery, bending to the will and whim of a tyrant, cold in winter, hungry in summer, watching old friends dying around you from hards.h.i.+p. Hoping and longing for freedom through all those lost and wasted seasons of my life. You've never known that, Brome. Only a few days' captivity with Martin and me in the pit. I wish that I'd had a happy life in Noonvale like you, never knowing the burning hate that drives you on to slay enemies."

The camp was still. Fires had guttered low and creatures were sleeping peacefully. As they entered the camp, only Ballaw and the baby Fuffle were still awake, both munching steadily at the remains of the feast.

"What ho, you two." The hare waved a half-eaten pastie at them. "Come an' help us mop this lot up, wot?"

They sat down and tucked in gratefully, drinking deep from a bowl of cider with blossom petals floating on it.

Felldoh glanced at Fuffle over the rim of the bowl. "That little snip should've been snoring long ago."

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pastie. "I know he should. Amazin' little blighter really. Bit like me, I s'pose. Can't rest while there's still tucker about. Ain't that right, me old Fuffle?"

The infant mouse halted his attack on a carrot and parsley turnover long enough to reply, "Fuffle like foo'. Plenny foo' make y' big!"

It was still several hours to dawn when Badrang and the horde halted within sight of Marshank. They rested, waiting until Fleabane and Findo, who were the advance scouts, returned. The two weasels came panting along the sh.o.r.e to where Badrang sat, and made their report.

"Clogg's taken over the fortress, Sire!"

"Aye, Lord. We could hear the noises of his crew, singin' and feastin'. Sounded like they was 'avin' a fine time."

Badrang stared impa.s.sively at the fort in the distance. "I might have known something like this would happen. Has Clogg posted wall sentries?"

"Two, Sire. Both over the front gates."

"No others that you noticed?"

"None but the two, Lord. We circled the place to make sure."

The Tyrant stoat stood upright slowly. "Follow me. I'll gut anybeast who makes a sound. Clogg has got to learn that he is only an idiot corsair. I am Badrang, master of all this coast. He'll soon find that out!"

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"Give me a bunk up, Martin. I'm a bit short in the paw for this."

Martin shoved his sword flat under Pallum's footpaws and heaved. The hedgehog scrambled swiftly on to a higher ledge. Bringing up the rear, Martin hoisted himself alongside Pallum, halting a moment to note the progress of the Gawtrybe. The squirrels were catching up quickly, far too quickly for Martin's liking. He looked up to where the cave loomed like a black eye socket on the mountain in the night. Rose and Grumm were in the lead, a.s.sisting each other as they scrambled up the brown rocks which still radiated heat from the day's sun.

"Hurry, Martin," the mousemaid called down urgently. "With a bit of luck we might make it to the cave."

Grumm peered down at the crowds of nimble, screeching figures advancing upwards like the waves of a spring tide.

"Us'ns needen more'n a bit o' luck, mizzy. Need a gurt 'eap!"

"Don't stop, keep going," Martin yelled up to them. "Take Pallum with you! I'll act as rearguard. At least I'll stand a bit of a chance being above them with a sword in my paw. Go on, Rose. Do as I say!"

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The mousemaid sat down firmly on an outcrop, her footpaws dangling over the landscape far below. "Oh no, if you don't start climbing I'm stopping here. Either we go together or not at all, Martin!"

Now the squirrels' wild faces could be picked out in the darkness, illuminated in silvery moonlight as they chattered and shrieked.

"Good game, good game!"

"Catch em an' throw 'em off, throw 'em off!"

Martin put up his blade and began climbing fast. "All right, I'm coming. Keep moving!"

Grumm slid back on the scree. Only the outcrop that Rose had been seated on saved him. Martin arrived behind him with Pallum, and together they shoved Grumm upwards. The mole was trying hard not to show his fear of high places, though every so often he clamped a digging paw across his eyes, moaning softly, "Oi carn't lukk up nor daown. Et makes oi vurry sick, oo urr!"

Rose reached down to grasp his paw. "Please, Grumm, keep climbing. It's not far to the cave now!"

Martin found a loose rock and hurled it down at the leading squirrels; they skipped aside with superb agility.

"Heehee, good game. We'll catch you, mousey!"

His paws aching from the strain, Martin pulled himself onward and upward, grunting with exertion as he shoved Pallum ahead. Suddenly Martin felt his footpaw being grabbed. One squirrel, faster than the rest, had sprinted up and caught him.

"Heeheehee, gotcha!"

With furious energy, he kicked back with his free footpaw.

"Yeeeeeeeeee!" With a drawn-out howl of despair, the squirrel hurtled out into empty s.p.a.ce and was lost in the night. Shaking himself, Martin clambered on with the shouts of the Gawtrybe ringing in his ears.

"Heehee, sillybeast fell. Yeeeeeeeeeee!"

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Rose had made it to the cave mouth. She pushed Grumm inside and reached her paws down to help Pallum, who was blowing and panting as he strove to gain the opening. The Gawtrybe were within a paw's-length when Martin arrived at the cave. Pus.h.i.+ng Rose inside he stood in the entrance and drew his sword. Chest heaving, limbs trembling, Martin still managed a short laugh of triumph.

"Hahah! Come on, you thick-headed rabble. You can only come two at a time, and I'm more than a match for any two of you!"

Inside, the cave was like a huge rock-faced tunnel. The first thing Rose saw were two great luminous...o...b... She jumped back in fright.

"Who's there?" The voice was awesome, harsh and thundering. It echoed around the rock walls.

Rose shrank back in terror. "Please, we're only harmless travellers hiding in here from the squirrels. They're trying to kill us!"

An enormous short-eared owl waddled out of the gloom. Rose cringed as it lifted a heavy taloned claw. It smiled, lowering its tone to a kindly whisper. "Don't be feared, mousemaid. We must act with all haste. Tell your friends to heed me not when I put on my great voice. Come."

The Gawtrybe leaped and chattered on the narrow escarpment at the cave mouth. Martin bared his teeth, slas.h.i.+ng the air menacingly with his small sword. "I am Martin the Warrior. Anybeast who is fool enough, come and meet death!"

The squirrels screeched and leaped, pus.h.i.+ng one another forward, but for the moment it seemed that none were too keen to encounter the foemouse who stood defending the rocky entrance. However, Martin knew that it was only a matter of time before the frenzied squirrels were pushed to attack him. Still facing his 260.

enemies, he tried to communicate with Pallum in a low murmur.

"Hurry, get rocks to throw, sticks to beat them off, anything. They're getting ready for a charge. I'll be overwhelmed!"

A mighty bark-brown wing enveloped Martin, sweeping him lightly aside. The short-eared owl filled the cave mouth, its legs thick as yew branches tipped with lethal talons.

A wail of fear arose from the Gawtrybe. They fell flat wherever they stood, pressing their faces down on the mountainside.

"Eeeeee! Skyqueen! Eeeeee!"

The ma.s.sive feathered head swivelled back and forth, huge golden pupils distending as its glittering black irises reflected the moon at their centres. Hunching over, it glared murderously at the quaking squirrels. "Boldred sees all! I was many leagues from here, yet I winged high and watched you torment these travellers. Brainless ones who live for pleasure without any thought of others, did you not think I would return?"

A moan arose from the prostrate squirrels. The great owl repeated her question, raising her voice to a maniacal shriek. "Answer me, did you not think Boldred would return?"

The mob remained silent.

"Where is your Chieftain?" Boldred screeched at them.

She turned a squirrel over with a swift flick of her beak. Its terrified tear-stained face stared pleadingly at her as it pointed in Martin's direction. "The mouse defeated him, Skyqueen. Eeeeee!"

Boldred gave a short coughing noise as if rea.s.sessing the situation. "This I already knew. Do I not know all? Answer me truly, why were the Gawtrybe persecuting these travellers?'"

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the cream. "Skyqueen, it was a game, we were only playing."

With a speed that the eye could scarce follow, the short-eared owl pinned the nearest six squirrels by their tails with her flas.h.i.+ng talons, calling out over their cries, "Shall I play my game?" She spread her wings and rose from the ground, lining all six with ease as the outspread pinions beat slowly in the night. "Speak! Shall I play my game ... Or will you obey me?"

Rose clutched Martin's paw. "Is she going to kill them? Oh, I can't watch!"

"Don't fret, Rose," the young mouse whispered rea.s.suringly to her. "The owl knows what she's doing. Leave it to her.'"

The Gawtrybe cowered on the rocks sobbing piteously, "Do not slay us, Skyqueen. Mercy. Eeeeee!'"

She dropped the six on to the heads of the others. Landing, she resumed her stance, accentuating her words with clacks of the dangerous hooked beak.

"You are dull, witless beasts with short memories, but I will not slay you this time. Next time I will, every one of you! Heed my warning! As punishment you will all stay on the ledge below here until sunset on the morrow. You will neither eat, drink, move or talk. Go now!"

Without a sound the entire Gawtrybe vacated the s.p.a.ce in front of the cave entrance, dropping to the lower ledges where they sat in utter silence. Boldred flew out, hovering low over their heads. "Remember and obey, or Boldred will return!"