What must Goody and Ben be doing?

Would the Corim leaders organize a search and a rescue?

What lay ahead they could only guess, but it wasnt going to be very pleasant.

Tsarmina sat watching impassively as Ashleg cut the captives bonds and relieved them of their gags. Ferdy and Coggs lay quite still, fighting back tears as the circulation was painfully restored to their swollen limbs.

Cludd stirred the inert forms with his spearpoint. “Huh, theyre fit enough, Milady. Waitll their tongues loosen up, and well see what theyve got to say for themselves.

Coggs rolled closer to Ferdy. “Dont tell the villains a thing, matey. Lets be like Martin and Gonff: brave and silent. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Fortunata kicked out cruelly at Coggs. She regretted it immediately as her paw came into contact with his sharp little spines.

“Silence, prisoner. Dont you know youre in the presence of Her Majesty Queen Tsarmina?

Ferdy curled his lip rebelliously at the vixen. “Shes not our Majestywere woodlanders.

Tsarmina leaned forward to the two little creatures lying at the foot of her chair. Bringing her face near them she slitted her eyes venomously. Baring her great yellowed fangs and extending her fearsome claws she gave vent to a sudden wild growl.

“Yeeeggaarroooorrr!

Ferdy and Coggs clutched at each other, their eyes wide with terror.

Tsarmina laughed and leaned back in her chair. “Now, my two tiny woodland heroes, lets begin, shall we?

The wildcats expression became almost benevolent as she took a tray of food from a table and sat with it in her lap.

“You, Ferdyor is it Coggs? Wouldnt you like some milk and biscuits? A rosy autumn apple, perhaps? Or maybe you prefer dried fruit and nuts? Look, they wont hurt you.

Tsarmina bit into an apple, washing it down with a draught of milk.

The two small hedgehogs gazed longingly as she ate. They had not tasted food since dawn that morning.

Tsarmina selected a biscuit. Tossing the apple aside, she nibbled daintily, flicking crumbs from her whiskers.

Ferdy licked his lips. Coggs nudged him warningly. “Its probably all poisoned. Dont touch it.

Tsarmina placed the platter on the floor close to them. “Silly, if it were poison Id be ill by now. Try it yourself, its all from my special store. All I want is that you tell me about your woodland friends.

Coggs yawned and muttered wearily, “Dont tell her anything, matey. Not a word.

Ferdy yawned.

Tsarmina sat watching the two young captives. Their eyelids were beginning to droop, so she decided to try another angle. Stretching luxuriously, she yawned and snuggled deep in the big cushioned chair.

“Ill bet you two are tired. Mmmm, wouldnt it be nice to lie down on a bed of clean fresh straw and sleep for as long as you please? You can, too. Its quite simple, really. Just tell me about your friendswho they are, where they live, and so on. I wont harm them, you have my word. Theyll thank you for it later when they are truly free. What do you say?

Ferdy blinked hard, fighting back sleep. “Our friends are already free from you.

Tsarmina controlled her mounting temper by burying her claws in a russet apple. “Thats as may be. But consider your own position. You two arent free, and youre not likely to be, until you get some sense into your heads and answer my questions. Dyou hear me?

The wildcats threats fell upon deaf ears. Ferdy and Coggs lay with their heads resting against each other, nodding slightly as they snored. They were both fast asleep.

Cludd touched them gently with his spearbutt. “Huh, it beats me why you dont string em both up and give em a taste of your claws, Milady. Thatd soon make them talk.

Tsarminas voice was tinged with heavy sarcasm. “You would think that, thickhead. How long dyou suppose theyd last with that treatment? These two are valuable hostages. Carry them down to the cells and lock them up for the night. Well see if they are hungry enough to talk business tomorrow.

Gingivere heard the sound of an upstairs door opening. Someone was coming.

It was Cludd, accompanied by Ashleg and Fortunata. A key turned in the lock of the cell to the wildcats immediate left. He heard Cludds voice giving orders.

“Right. One in here, and one in the cell on the other side of the prisoner whose name must not be mentioned by Miladys order. They must be kept apart.

When the trio had departed, Gingivere reflected upon this new development. Whoever the prisoners were, he knew that Chibb the robin would be interested next time he visited Kotir.

Chapter 18

Young Dinny the mole knocked upon Bellas study door with his heavy digging claw.

“Hello, who is it? Gonffs voice rang out from within.

“Hurr, it be Young Din. Miz Goody sent oi with these yurr viddles furr ee.

Martin opened the door and admitted the mole balancing a tray of food. Young Dinny blinked. The inside of the study was a mass of dust, scrolls, open drawers and general confusion. As Bella took the tray from the mole, Gonff leaped upon him from the desktop. They rolled about together on the floor, wrestling and hugging each other at the same time. Gonff laughed joyfully.

“Young Din, whereve you been keeping yourself, me old diggin mate?

Dinny gained the upper paw and sat on Gonff. “Wurr youm been, zurr Gonffen? Youm a-getten fatter, hurr.

Gonff introduced his mole friend to Martin while struggling to heave Dinny off. “Matey, this is Young Dinny, the strongest mole in Mossflower.

The young mole allowed Gonff to get up. He smiled modestly as he shook paws with Martin.

“Naw, oi baint the strongest. Moi owd granfer Dinny, ee be the moightiest mole in these yurr parts, even tho ee seen many summers. Oi be onored to meet ee, Marthen.

Martin took an instant liking to the friendly mole. They sat and shared the food while Bella explained the nature of the search.

Dinny gazed around at the masses of dusty scrolls littering the room. “Oid best lend a paw or winterll be upon uz afore ee foinds owt.

The search was proving long and fruitless. Cupboards were turned out, the desk emptied, shelves were scoured without success. The bulk of the scrolls were mainly old Brockhall records. Some were Bellas recipes, others dealt with woodland lorenone of them filed in any system. Bella brushed dust from her coat and sighed.

“Im afraid its all a bit higgledy-piggledy. Ive been meaning to put them in order for some seasons now, but I never had time to get around to it.

Martin banged his paw on the desktop in frustration. “If only we knew ex oof!

A secret drawer shot out from the desk, catching the warrior mouse heavily in his stomach. He sat down, surprised and winded.

Bella took the single yellowed parchment from the drawer and read its contents aloud.

To the mountain of fire where badgers go,
The path is fraught with danger.
The way is long and hard and slow,
Through foe and hostile stranger.
The warriors heart must never fail,
Or falter on his quest.
Those who live to tell the tale,
First must turn the crest.

Gonff looked bemused. “Is that all?

Martin took the parchment and scanned it carefully on both sides. “Yes, that seems to be it.

Bella sat in her chair with an air of resignation. “Well, there doesnt appear to be much to go on.

Dinny tapped the parchment with his digging claws. “Hurr, it be a start, tho. This yurrs a clue mayaps.

Martin brightened up. “Of course, it tells us how to start. Look: Those who live to tell the tale, first must turn the crest. Bella, you would know, what does it mean by, turn the crest?

The badger pondered awhile. “I think it refers to the Brockhall shieldthats the badger family crest. It takes the form of a shield with the great oak of Brockhall on one half and the stripes of a badger on the other. Beneath it is a scroll bearing our family motto: To serve at home or afar.

“But where is this crest and how do we turn it? Gonff asked, scratching his whiskers.

Bella stood up. “I know of at least two places where it may be seen. The first is on the door knocker of Brockhall, and the second over the hearth in the main hall. Come on, lets try them both.

The four friends trooped out to the front door, where Bella seized the rusty iron door knocker and twisted it sharply. The old metal snapped under the considerable strength of the badger, who stood holding it in her paw with a slightly guilty expression.

“Oops! I think Ive broken it.

Young Dinny shrugged. “Never moind, Miz Bell, moi granferll fix it for ee. Whurrs tother un?

The crest over the hearth was carved into the top lintel of the wide fireplace. Martin turned to Bella.

“I think Id better try this one. My paws arent as heavy as yours. Could you lift me up there, please?

Bella obliged by picking the warrior mouse up as if he was a feather and placing him on the broad lintel.

Martin leaned over, gripping the protruding crest that had been carved on the fire-blackened oak-root beam. He tried turning it without success. Gonff climbed nimbly up beside him.

“Here, matey, let me try. Maybe you havent got the magic touch. From his pouch the mousethief drew a piece of cheese and rubbed it around the edges of the crest.

“Give it a moment for the grease to work its way into the cracks. It shouldnt take longthis mantels quite warm from the fire.

Gonffs talents had not been wasted. After a short interval he wiped his paws upon his jerkin and gave the crest a skillful twist. It moved!

“Here, matey, lend a paw. Jiggle it from side to side with me, like this. Pull outward as you do.

Martin assisted Gonff. The entire crest started to move outward. Bella stood ready to catch the hollow wooden cylinderit dropped into her waiting paws.

Martin and Gonff eagerly clambered down from the lintel.

Dinny danced about excitedly. “Gurr, do urry, Miz Bell. Is it the map of Sammerlandersturm?

The badger looked gravely at the young mole. “Haste will only put us on the wrong track, Dinny. Let us take each step carefully.

Bella upended the cylinder and peered into its open end. “Here, Gonff, theres a scroll inside. Your paws are a lot more nimble than minesee if you can get it out without damaging it.

The clever mousethief had the parchment out and opened in a twinkling. They studied the writing; it was a bold and heavy old-fashioned style. Bella smiled.

“The paw of my grandsire old Lord Brocktree did this. You must understand that only male badgers went to Salamandastron. Each one left clues for his son to follow. This was written for my father Boar to solve. Unfortunately, Boar had no son to leave a map for, so after he had solved Lord Brocktrees riddles he carefully replaced everything in the hope that one day another young son of our house would find them.

Bella sniffed and looked away. “Alas, maybe my little one Sunflash might have followed these clues, had he been here today.

Young Dinny rubbed the back of his velvety paw against Bellas coat. “Hurr, doant fret eeself Miz Bell, usns foind it furr ee.

Martin had been toying with the wooden cylinder. He shook it and tapped the sides. Some leaves fell out.

“Look, Bella. What do you suppose this means?

The badger shrugged. “Theyre just old leaves. Lets see what the parchment says.

Boar is badger, named after wood,
Not after forest but trees.
Where did you play on a rainy day?
Where did I eat bread and cheese?
Search inside, stay indoors,
Look up and find the secret is yours.
Your castle your fort,
Or so you thought.
The way is in four trees.
The way is in Boar in Brockhall
Under ale, under bread, under cheese.

Martin leaned back against the fireplace. “Phew! Thats a right old riddle and no mistake.

Back in Bellas study, they sat pondering the evidence. A long time passed and still they could not even begin to unravel the complicated thread of the poem. Gonff was becoming disgruntled. He lay on the floor, drumming his paws against the armchair.

“Huh, woods and trees and bread and cheese, rainy days and castles and forts. What a load of old twaddle!

Dinny had commandeered the armchair again. He sat back with eyes closed lightly as if taking a nap.

“Keep ee paws still, Gonffen, oi be a-thinken.

Bella pursed her lips and crinkled her brow. “ Boar is badger named after wood. I never knew my father was named after a wood.

Gonff rolled over onto his back. “If he was named after the wood, hed be called Mossboar or Boarflower or Mossboarflower

Martin silenced the mousethief with a stern look. “Please, Gonff, were supposed to be solving the riddle, not fooling about. The second line tells you that Boar is not named after the forest, but after the trees.

“Oi baint never eard of no Boartrees, nor oi spect as moi granfer, Dinny chuckled.

Bella agreed. “Neither have I, theres elm and birch and sycamore and all kinds of trees, but no Boartree. I wonder if thats an old nickname for some type of tree?

Gonff sat up. “Say that again, Bella.

The badger looked at him, puzzled. “What, you mean about Boar being a nickname for some kind of tree?

“No, I think I see what Gonff means, Martin interrupted. “You said there were all kinds of trees, like elm, birch, sycamore, and so on. Dinny, where dyou think youre off to? I thought you were helping us to solve this riddle.

The young mole trundled out of the study, calling over his shoulder. “Burr, that be zackly wot oim a-doen, goen tget they owd leafs wot youm founden afor.

“Of course! The leaves! Gonff leapfrogged over Dinnys back before he was out of the door. Dashing back into the main hall, he scrabbled about collecting the leaves while Dinny followed up, berating him.

“Yurr, that be moi idea, zurr Gonffen, ee gurt mouse-bag.

They brought the leaves back to the study between them. All four looked at the dried, withered specimens despondently.

“Theyre only dead leaves, many seasons old, but what are they supposed to mean?

Bella touched them lightly with her paw. “Well, lets see. Theres four leaves herean ash, an oak, a rowan, and a beech. Theres nothing written or sketched on them. What do you make of it, Martin?

The warrior mouse inspected the leaves. He arranged them in patterns, turned them over and rearranged them, shaking his head.

“I dont know. Ash, beech, rowan, oak; rowan, oak, beech, ash. Search me.

Gonff smiled in a highly superior way. “Listen, matey, its a good job Im a Prince of leaf-puzzle solvers. Try this: beech, oak, ash, rowan!

“Is this another one of your jokes, Gonff? Bella asked, eyeing him sternly.

Gonff placed the leaves in order, still smiling. “If it is a joke, then its a very clever one, youll admit. Beech, oak, ash and rowan in that order, cant you see, its the first letter of each one. B then o then a then r, spells Boar.

Bella shook her paw warmly. “Youre right. Boar is badger, named after wood. And look at this line lower down: The way is in four trees.

Dinny clapped his paws together with excitement. “O joy, now wem agetten sumwheres. Roight, thinken carps on.

“Yes. Look at this line: Search inside, stay indoors. At least we know the map is somewhere in Brockhall; we dont have to go out scouring the woods.

“But where indoors?

“Where Boar played on rainy days.

“Boar the Fighter, playing?

“Ho aye, ee mustve played when hem a liddle un.

“Good thinking, Din!

“Now, where did I eat bread and cheese? Dyou think thatd be Boar having his lunch?

“Nay, thatd be thy granfer, Miz Bell.

“Of course. Boar was very close to old Lord Brocktree. Its quite probable hed be playing around near him while Brocktree was eating.

“Aye, but theres the difficult bit: Your castle your fort. Wheres there a castle or a fort inside Brockhall?

“No no, look at the next line; Or so you thought. Didnt you ever play make-believe with something when you were little?

“Haha, I still do, matey.

“Hurr, wem know that, zurr. Coom on, Miz Bell. Show usns whurr Bowar did play when ee wurr a liddle un.

They wandered haphazardly from room to room. Every so often Bella would stop, look about and shake her head, muttering, “Im not too sure, my father never talked too much about playing when he was little. Besides, I wasnt even born then.

Martin paused between the passage and the main hall. “Then think for a minute. Did your father ever say where Lord Brocktree went to eat his bread and cheese?

“Hmm, not really. I expect he ate it at the table like any civilized creature would do indoors.

“The table!

They hurried into the main hall to where the huge dining table stood.

Gonff rapped it with his claws. “Well, a good stout table, looks like its made from elmwood. What do you do now?

Bella had a faraway look in her eyes. “Wait, I remember now. Lord Brocktree was a crusty old soul. I recall my father telling me that he refused to eat at this big table, said he needed a spear to reach for things from the other end. So one day he made a table of his own, just big enough for him to sit at and handy, so that his bread and cheese and ale were all close to paw. Its out in the kitchen. Grandfather loved the heat from the oven. Besides, he used to dip his bread into any pans of sauce that were cooking. He liked it out there.

Standing in the kitchen was the very table Bella had told them about. Gonff climbed on top of it and stood looking upward.

“Doesnt make sense, matey. All I can see is the ceiling. The riddle says: Look up and find the secret is yours.

Bella sat in the chair, spreading her paws across the table. “This is it. The answer is in this table somewhere. Look, my grandfather made it from beech, oak, ash and trimmed it with rowan wood. Do you know, I can picture my father sitting at this table just as his father did before him, eating bread and cheese and drinking October ale.

Martin had not spoken. He was staring at Bella as she sat at the table. It came to him like a flash.

“While you played underneath it. It probably had a table cloth on it then.

Bella smiled at fond memories. “Yes, a big white one. I would pretend it was my tent.

The warrior mouse scrambled underneath the table.

“Not Boar the Fighter, though. Hed probably pretend it was a fort or a castle. Ha, heres an odd thing. Underneath here is covered with a few pieces of chestnut bark. Pass me your knife, Gonff.

Martin worked away underneath the table, cutting the chestnut bark and tossing it out. The other three inspected each piece of bark for clues without success. Dinny sniffed it and raked it with his claws.

“O foozlum! Thurr baint nuthen yurr.

“Theres something here though. Its the map! Martins voice could not conceal his delight. He came tumbling out with a pale bark scroll in his paws. “It was laid between the bark and the table. Look, its covered with strange writing.

Bella took the scroll. “Haha, this is ancient badger script. Right, back to my study. Ill have to translate it. Thank you, my friends. This is the route to Salamandastron. Once weve solved it, you are on your way!

Chapter 19

Gingivere hacked away at the cell wall. As soon as the guards had gone, he set about trying to communicate with the prisoners on either side of him. From the damp mortar between the stones of his cell he had prised loose a spike that had a ring attached to it for securing unruly prisoners. Armed with the spike, the wildcat selected a damp patch on one adjoining cell wall, and worked furiously at the mortar around a stone which was not quite so big as the others forming the barrier. Soon he had it loose. Digging and jiggling, he pulled and pushed alternately until the rock slid out, aided by a shove from the prisoner on the other side. A small wet snout poked through.

“Hello, Ferdy. Its me, Coggs.

Gingivere smiled, glad to hear the sound of a friendly voice. He patted the snout encouragingly.

“Sorry, old fellow, its not Coggs. Im Gingiverea friend. Coggs is in the cell on the other side of me. You stay quiet and Ill see if I can get through to him.

“Thank you, Mr. Gingivere. Are you a wildcat?

“Yes I am, but no need to worry. I wont harm you. Hush now, little one, let me get on with my work.

Ferdy stayed silent, peering through the hole at Gingivere, who was hacking stolidly at the opposite wall. It took a long time. Gingiveres paws were sore from grappling with the stone, chipping the mortar, and pulling this way and that until the rock finally gave and shifted. With Gingivere pulling from one side and Coggs pushing from the other, the wallstone plopped out onto the floor.

“Hello, Mr. Gingivere. Im Coggs. Is Ferdy there?

The wildcat shook the paw which protruded from the hole. “Yes, Coggs. If you look youll see him through the hole from his cell.

The two little hedgehogs looked through at each other.

“Hi, Coggs.

“Hi, Ferdy.

“The guards will be coming shortly with bread and water for me, Gingivere interrupted. “Ill share it with you. Go back into your cells now and stay quiet. When Chibb arrives tomorrow Ill let him know you two are here.

Gingivere replaced the stone without much difficulty. He sat awaiting the guards with his daily ration of bread and water, realizing for the first time in a long and unhappy period that he was able to smile again.

A questing-o the friends did go,
Companions brave and bold,
Oer forest, field and flowing stream,
Cross mountains high and old.
These brave young creatures journeying
Along the road together,
While birds did sing throughout the spring,
Into the summer weather.

“Gonff, will you stop prancing about and caterwauling while were trying to solve this chart? Dinny, chuck something at that fat little nuisance, will you, please?

Martin scratched his head as he and Bella turned back to the scroll. Young Dinny obliged by hurling an armchair cushion that knocked the mousethief flat upon his bottom.

“Thurr, thadll keep ee soilent apiece, zurr Gonffen. Youm a roight liddle noisebag, stan on moi tunnel, youm arr.

Gonff lay on the floor, resting his head upon the cushion; he hummed snatches of further new verses he was planning. Martin and Bella pored over the writing on the scroll, gleaning the information and writing it upon a chart with a quill pen. The wording was in ancient badger script that only Bella could translate.

Young Dinny called out from Bellas armchair, where he was ensconced, “Wot we gotten so furr, Marthen?

Martin read aloud:

Given to Lady Sable Brock by Olav Skyfurrow the wildgoose, after she found him injured in Mossflower and tended his hurts. The beacon that my skein find its way to the sea by is called the strange mountain of fire lizard.

Here Martin had marked a star with the word thus: *Salamandastron.

We of the free sky do wing our way there. But if you be an earth walker, it will be a long hard journey. Here is the way I will tell you to go. I begin as I fly over Brockhall:

Twixt earth and sky where birds can fly,
I look below to see
A place of wood with plumage green
That breezes move like sea.
Behind me as the dawn breaks clear,
Woodpigeons come awake,
See brown dust roll, twixt green and gold,
Unwinding like a snake.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
Oer golden acres far below,
Our wings beat strong and true,
Where deep and wet, see flowing yet,
Another snake of blue.
Across the earth is changing shape,
With form and color deep,
Afar the teeth of land rise up,
To bite the wool of sheep.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
Beyond this, much is lost in mist,
But here and there I see
The treachery of muddy gray,
Tis no place for the free.
O feathered brethren of the air,
Fly straight and do not fall,
Onward cross the wet gold flat,
Where seabirds wheel and call.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
The skies are growing darker, see
Our beacon shining bright.
Go high across the single fang
That burns into the night.
We leave you now as we wing on,
Our journey then must be
Where sky and water meet in line,
And suns drown in the sea.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.

Gonff came across and stared at the scroll. “Well, old wotsisname Skyfurrow was nearly as good a bard as me. Bet he wasnt half as clever a thief, though, matey.

Martin shook his head. “Its certainly a strange route to follow, given in goose song, written in ancient badger, and translated into common woodland. Do you think weve missed anything, Bella?

The badger looked indignant. “Certainly not. Its all there, word for word. Ill have you know that female badgers are great scholars, though I must say it all looks very cryptic to me.

Young Dinny clambered out of the armchair and squinted at Martins neat writing.

“Urr, triptick, wot be that? Stan on moi tunnel, it be wursen maken oles in watter, ho urr.

Gonff stifled a giggle. “You certainly have a way with words, Din. Ah well, lets get our thinking caps on and imagine were all Skyfurrows.

Martin clicked his paws together. “Right! Thats exactly what we have to do. Imagine the ground from up above as if we were birds.

Tsarmina stood watching the dawn break over Mossflower from her chamber window. Mist rose in wisps from the treetops as the sun climbed higher in a pale blue cloudless sky. The wildcat Queen was highly pleased with her latest plan; the woodlanders must have realized the two baby hedgehogs were missing, and they would send out search parties. Tsarmina detailed Cludd and another weasel named Scratch, acting as his deputy, to patrol the woods, along with a picked group of twenty or so. They would travel light, unhampered by the usual Kotir armor. They could act as a guerilla force, lying in wait to capture any woodlanders they came across and sabotaging resistance wherever they encountered it.

She watched them slip out of the perimeter gate, armed with their own choice of weapons and equipped with rations. The wildcat Queen curled her lip in satisfaction. There was no need to try interrogating her two prisoners further at the moment; let them stay in their cells until they were starving. It was always easier to interview creatures who had not eaten for a few days. Two small hedgehogs trying to pit their wits against the Queen of the Thousand Eyeswhat chance did they have?

Scratch was a fairly observant weasel. He jabbed skyward with his dagger.

“See that robin, Cludd?

Cludd noted that Scratch had omitted to call him Captain. He looked up, but Chibb had flown from view.

“What robin? Where?

Scratch sheathed his dagger. “Youve missed him now. I could have sworn it was the same bird Ive noticed hanging about outside the barracks a few times. Always ends up somewhere near the ground, hidden.

Cludd was reluctant to believe that Scratch was more alert than he.

“Hmm, it might be summat or nothing. Woodlanders dont usually have much to do with birds. Still, wed best be on the safe side. Hoi, Thicktail, make your way back to Kotir and tell Milady about that robin. Dont breathe a word to anyone else, though. I dont want Ashleg or that fox stealing any of my credit.

Thicktail saluted, and jogged off in the direction of Kotir.

Scratch looked at the thickly wooded area they were in. “Perhaps wed better lie low here awhile. That way we can have a rest while we keep our eyes and ears open, eh, Cludd?

Cludd knew the idea was a sensible one, but Scratch was beginning to annoy him with his insubordinate manner.

“Aye, I was just thinking the same thing myself. Right, lads, pick good hiding places and keep your eyes and ears open. But just let me catch anyone snoozing and Ill have his tail for a bootlace. That goes double for you, Scratch.

As the special patrol dispersed among the trees, Scratch stuck out his tongue at Cludds back, muttering beneath his breath, “Cludd the clod thick as mud.

Thicktail did not like being out in Mossflower alone, even in broad sunny daylight. The stoat scurried through the trees looking furtively from left to right; as he went he repeated Cludds instructions aloud to himself, “Tell the Queen that theres been a robin redbreast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks that it might be something to do with those woodlanders. Now, Im to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg. Huh, if they ask me Ill just tell them that I had to come back because I sprained my paw. Id better practice limping on it just in case.

Argulor was making a wide sweep from Kotir over the forest; this way he could fool anyone at Kotir into thinking he had flown away. He was about to circle back when he heard the voice below him and saw a stoat limping about in the undergrowth.

“I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, thats not right. I must tell the robin that Cludd has been hanging the Queen

Argulor did not require perfect sight to tell him where his next noisy meal was. He dropped like a stone to the forest below.

A stone with talons and a curving beak.

Bellas study was still awash in a litter of old documents. They slid from the desk, which still had its secret drawer hanging askew. Several food trays stood balanced here and there amid the dust. The scroll and four leaves that had led the friends to the route lay on the arm of the big armchair, where Dinny sat snuggled in its deep cushioned seat. Bella leaned against the desk. She did not mind the young mole borrowing her favourite chair, though he did seem to be growing rather fond of it. Martin paced up and down. At each turn he had to step over Gonff. The little mousethief lay stretched out on a worn carpet that covered the study floor. Martin was having trouble imagining himself as a bird. The mere mention of heights made the groundloving Young Dinny feel sick and dizzy. Gonff, however, was displaying a fine aptitude for a mousebird.

“Ha, I look below to see a place of wood with plumage green that breezes move like sea. Its as plain as the whiskers on your face, mateys. He means good old Mossflower Woods, right where we are.

Bella closed her eyes, picturing herself in flight. “Hmm, I suppose that our woods would look like water moving in the wind from above. Carry on, Gonff. Whats next?

“Er, Behind me as the dawn breaks clear, woodpigeons come awake.

“Burr, doant you uns see, dawnbreak, sunroise. Gooseburd be a-tellen usns to traverse westerly, Young Dinny called out from the armchair.

Martin shook Dinnys paw. “Good mole! Of course, if the sun rises in the east and dawnbreak is behind him, then he must be traveling due west. Well solved, Young Dinny.

The mole gave a huge grin, settling deeper into the armchair. “Ho urr, this yurr young mole aint ony a digger. Oi seed they woodenpidger waken at dawnen, gurr, turrible noisebags they be, all that cooen. Goo on, wots next bit o poartee?

Gonff continued, “The poetry says, See brown dust roll twist green and gold, unwinding like a snake.

Bella nodded knowingly. “Aha, friend Olav gave me an easy one there. I know the very place. Between the woods and the flatlands south of Kotir, the road has a twist in it. Ive walked down it many times and thought it was just like a snake trying to slough its skin.

Gonff shuddered at the mention of snake. “So, mateys, we walk through the woods, heading west, and cross the path below Kotir. Then theres only one way we can go. Straight out across the flatlands and the open plains, like the poem says, Oer the golden acres to where the snake of blue liesbrr, snakes.

“Thats no snake, Gonff, Martin interrupted. “Its the same as Bellas winding road, but this one is blueits a river. What puzzles me is the teeth of land eating the wool of sheep line.

Bella stretched and yawned. “Whoo! I think we must be going stale sitting around this dusty old room. Sheep and land, wool and teeth Ah well, maybe we cant see the wood for the trees, but whatever it is, youll know it when you see it. What do you want to do? Sit here half a season solving riddles, or follow the clues you already have and work the rest out as you go along? The supplies are packed and ready, you have your weapons, wits and youth to help you alongwhat more do you want?

Gonff supplied the answer. “A good matey to walk by your side through thick and thin.

“Youns baint leaven this yurr mole behoind.

Martin and Gonff laughed heartily, Bella bowed apologetically to the mole.

“Forgive me, Dinny. I did not know you wished to go questing.

The young mole heaved himself up onto his hind paws. “Burr, you try n stop oi, Miz Bell. Tho oi do ate to take leave of yon armchurr.

Chapter 20

The Corim plan was beautifully simple.

A party of woodlanders would set out with haversacks of provisions from a point near to Kotir, and Chibb was to be given the rations one sack at a time. That way he could make short journeys to the cell window, passing the food in to Gingivere. Abbess Germaine had reasoned it all out: the woodlanders were helping by carrying the food, Chibb would not be overtaxed by making many long flights and Gingivere would secretly share the rations with Ferdy and Coggs. Later, there would be time to mount a rescue operation, but it needed a great deal of careful planning between the Corim leaders.

In the hour before dawn the two parties sat eating an early breakfast provided by Ben and Goody Stickle: hot scones, fresh from the oven, with butter and damson preserve and mugs of cold creamy milk.

“Mmmff, lookit those otters and squirrels packin it away. Youd think they was a-goin away nigh on three seasons, Ben Stickle mumbled through a mouthful of hot scone.

Goody topped up his beaker with milk. “Listen to the leaf a-callin the grass green. Youre worsen any of em, Ben Stickle. Just you mind those two liddle ogs of mine dont go ungry. See they gets their rations.

Skipper tucked a spare scone in his sling pouch. “Dont fret your head, marm. Theyll both take on a cargo of vittles afore evenin bell.

Lady Amber raised her tail and waved it. “Righto. Form up, woodlanders carrying provisions in the center, squirrels and otters forming guard on flanks and scouting ahead. Martin, your party can walk with us part of the way.

The sun was not yet up as they left Brockhall through the still slumbering forest. Both parties stole silently into the trees, waving goodbye to Bella, Abbess Germaine and Goody Stickle, who stood on the sward outside Brockhall.

The old Abbess tucked her paws into the long sleeves of her habit. “Let us hope that both parties are successful.

Goody Stickle blinked back a tear. “Lets ope my Ferdy and Coggs gets their proper nourishment.

Bella watched the last of the party vanishing into the thicknesses of Mossflower.

“Aye, and let us hope that Martin can bring back my father, Boar the Fighter, to save us all and free us from the vermin of Kotir.

It was close to midday. Scratch and Cludd lay beneath an old hornbeam. All around the troops lay hidden, most of them sleeping soundly. Cludd had spotted one or two soldiers and was about to recall them to duty with his spearbutt, when Scratch suddenly put a claw to his lips for silence and pointed to a break in the trees.

The woodlanders marched by the sleeping soldiers, unaware that they were being watched. Skipper strode boldly in the lead, twirling his sling. Some of the otters had relieved the carriers of their loads. They strolled along, conversing with the Loamhedge mice. In the middle terraces of sycamore, plane and elm, Lady Amber swung from bough to limb with her archers.

Scratch and Cludd watched the passage of the curious band in silence. Cludd hoped that none of the soldiers would waken noisily; he could practically taste reward and promotion. Rubbing his paws together in excitement, he nudged his companion.

“By the claw, that lot can only be headed to one placeKotir. Waitll the Queen hears about this, eh, Scratch.

As he rose, Scratch shoved him roughly back down. “Ssshh! Look over there.

Coming through the trees in a slightly different direction, Martin, Dinny and Gonff marched along a path that would take them due west, skirting Kotir on its south side. Columbine had walked with Gonff, but now their paths were to part and she hurried away to join the others. As Cludd watched he made a mental note to pay Scratch back for banging his nose down into the dirt. Unaware of his Captains displeasure, Scratch listened to the strains of Gonff singing his farewell to Columbine as she waved to him with a kerchief.

Goodbye, Columbine.
Now your path and mine
Must part in the woods of Mossflowr.
Keep a lookout each day,
For Ill be back this way,
In the noontide or cool evening hour.

Scratch cackled. Fluttering his eyelids, he picked a daisy and sniffed it gustily. “Aaahh, isnt that romantic, now? The young mouse singing farewell to his sweethear ouch!

Cludd rapped him smartly between the ears with the flat of his spearblade. “Shut your trap, nitwit. Dyou want the whole forest to hear you? Those three arent going to Kotir. Oh no, theyre bound for somewhere else. Now listen, greasy ears, heres what I want you to do. Take two others and follow them. Dont let them out of your sight. Find out where theyre going and why, then report back to me.

Scratch rubbed the top of his head indignantly. “Oh yes. Go off and follow those three. Who knows where theyre going, or how long itll take? Huh, you must think all the acorns have dropped off my tree, Cludd. I know where youll be, mategrabbing all the glory for yourself. Yes three, Milady, no Milady, three bags full Milady. I saw them first. Milady, so Ive sent daft old Scratch off chasing the odd three. Hoho, Im on to your little game, weasel.

Cludd seized Scratch roughly by the ear and began twisting savagely. “So! Open rebellion, eh, Scratch. Now listen to me, you scruffy half-baked excuse for a soldier, if I have to report your disobedience to Her Majesty, shell have you staked out on the parade ground for eagle meat, dyou hear me? Now get going, wormbrain. Here, you two, Blacktooth ferret and Splitnose stoat, grab weapons and supplies. Go with Scratch. Jump to it, thats a direct order from me.

The sulky-looking trio skulked off, muttering.

“Old bossy boots Cludd, eh.

“Huh, how he ever got to be Captain, Ill never know.

“Take that spear away and hed fall over flat on his nose.

“Aye, Tsarminas pet, the baby-hedgehog catcher.

Cludd waited until they were gone, then shouldered his spear. “Right, me laddos. Up on your paws. Well take the shortcut north back to the garrison, then Milady can arrange a warm welcome for her woodland visitors.

Cludd put the remainder of his force into a swift jog trot. Soon the spot where the three paths had crossed was deserted as the last soldier vanished into the bright leafy shades of Mossflower.

Toward evening, Tsarmina grew restless. She had the two prisoners brought up from the cells. The wildcat Queen was reluctant to admit to herself that she could not get the better of two little hedgehogs. Hunger, she decided, was a great tongue-loosener.

Ferdy and Coggs stood before her, their eyes riveted to the big tray of crystallized fruit and nuts.

Tsarmina popped one neatly into her mouth, delicately licking the sticky sugar coating from her claws one by one.

“Mmm, delicious! Ill wager that either one of you two young uns could eat this entire tray in one go. Come on, now. Dont be shy. First to talk a bit of sense gets them all.

Coggs licked his lips. Ferdy grasped his paw and spoke out for them both.

“Huh, Id swap all that lot for just one slice of our mums apple pie.

Tsarmina smiled winningly. “Of course you would. I suppose your mum makes the best apple pie in all Mossflower?

Coggs wiped his damp whiskers with the back of a paw. “Oh, Ill say she does. Hot out of the oven, with fresh cream poured on until it floats.

Tsarmina nodded agreeably. “Lovely. Thats just the way I like it. By the way, what do they call your mother?

Ferdy was caught completely off guard. “Goody.

“Goody what? The wildcat Queen kept up a friendly purr.

Coggs kicked Ferdy and interrupted, “Goody, goody. We love our mums apple pie, and thats all weve got to say!

Tsarmina scowled irritably and pushed the tray of sweetmeats away. “Guards! Take these two little fools and lock them up again. Theyll learn what hunger is a week from now.

As they were marched off, Coggs shouted bravely, “Aye, and youll see how woodland warriors can still behave two weeks from now, cat.

Far below at the prison window bars, Chibb earnestly discussed the new plan with Gingivere.

Gonff was first to complain as evening fell over the woodlands. “Phew, its a while since I trudged this far, mateys. What dyou say, this looks a likely place for the night, then we can get a fresh start in the morning?

Young Dinny inspected the site. It was a dead chestnut stump, with a small hole between the two main roots.

“Hurr, oi knows this yurr gaff. Slep yurr many a noight. Eell do.

Martin crouched as he made his way into the confined space. “Just about enough room for the three of us. Wed better call it a day. Break out some supper, Gonff.

While Gonff set the food out, Dinny scooped loam around the entrance, leaving a small space for observation. The mole had no sooner finished his task when he held up a paw.

“Usher now. Cum by ere an lookit.

Silently they gathered round and watched as Scratch blundered noisily through the undergrowth, followed by Splitnose and Blacktooth.

“Haha, look out. The bogey Cludds behind you.

“Fat chance! Hell probably be stuffing his face back at Kotir.

“Aye, and getting ready to sleep in a dry bed, too.

“No sign of the mice and the mole yet, Scratch?

“Its getting so dark I cant see my own paws, let alone mice and a mole. Come on, lets get clear of this forest while we can. If we reach the road, theres a dry ditch where we can camp the night.

“Hey, Blacktooth, stop scoffing those rations. Therell be none left for us.

“Aah, theres plenty. Anyhow, Im starving.

“Youre starving! I havent had a bite since breakfast myself. Here, give me that food.

“No, I wont. Leggo, you big grabber!

“Here, Ill take charge of that, you two. Garr, you greedy nits, its spilled all over the place now. Youve dropped it.

“It wasnt me, it was him. He shoved me, clumsy paws.

“Clumsy paws yourself, greedy guts. Take that!

“Owoo! Ill report you to Cludd when we get back.

“Oh, go and report your mother.

In the hole beneath the chestnut tree the three friends held their sides in silent mirth, tears running down their whiskers as they watched the antics of the searchers, who fumbled and bungled their way off into the darkness, still arguing and fighting.

“Gurr, moi goodness, usns been unted by those ollereads. Burr, yon vermints cudden unt their way outer a shallow ole.

Gonff handed cheese to Martin. “No wonder. Did you hear who their boss is, matey? Old Cludd the clod. He couldnt order his own two ears to stand up straight.

Martin put his supper to one side. “Maybe not, but he was smart enough to spy on us without our knowing it. I think we should treat them as enemies. That way we wont be caught off guard. Anyhow, lets get some supper and sleep. Weve got a long day ahead tomorrow.

From the window of her high chamber, Tsarminas eyes pierced the night with the keenness of a predator. She saw Cludd and his special patrol hurrying to Kotir from the north fringes, then sweeping her gaze in an arc she noted a movement at the south edge of the forest.

Woodlanders!

Tsarmina rushed to the table and rang her little bell vigorously. A ferret named Raker came scurrying in.

“Quickly, alert the entire garrison. Have them form up inside the barracks awaiting my orders. Tell them to be silent. Send Cludd to me. Hell be arriving shortly.

Raker wondered how Tsarmina knew of Cludds imminent arrival, but he did not dare ask her how. He held up his Thousand Eye shield in a smart salute.

“Right away, Milady.

Tsarmina peered intently at the band of otters, mice, and hedgehogs. She noted the ripple in the treetopssquirrels too. This time she had the element of surprise on her side. She did not intend wasting it. Now they would learn the meaning of the word fear.

Halfway down the stairs she bumped into Cludd, who was dashing up to her chamber to make his report.

“Milady, I have gathered some expert knowledge on the movements of the woodla

“Yes, I already know. Form your patrol up and get down to the main barracks quickly.

“But, Majesty, there was a robin flying through the woods and I told Thic

Tsarmina whirled upon the slow-witted weasel. “Robin? What rubbish are you spouting now? What dyou think I care about a robin? Get out of my sight, you useless lump.

Cludd stood, bewildered, on the stairway as she brushed past. There was no point in trying to talk to Tsarmina when she was in one of her moods.

The highest tree near the south side of Kotir was a stately elm. Chibb was perched in its branches when he sighted the woodlanders.

“Ahem, harrumph! Over here, please, and keep quiet. We dont want any eagles waking up.

Skipper threw a smart nautical salute with his tail. “Ahoy there, mate. Is everything shipshape?

Chibb paced to and fro upon the branch. “Ahem, well I must say it appears to be, harrumph. Though I have my doubts.

Lady Amber dropped in beside him, and the nervous robin leaped with fright.

“Madam! Ahem, kindly have the goodness to announce your presence in a less startling manner.

Ben Stickle and the rest were unloading packs of rations at the foot of the elm. Columbine looked upward at the robin.

“Dyou know, Ben, for some reason I feel as uneasy as Chibb.

Ben loaded the packs on the squirrels, who scampered up the trunk as if it were level ground.

“Aye, mdear, I know xactly how you feel. I dont like this place one little bit meself.

As if to punctuate the hedgehogs remark, an arrow whistled out of the darkness to stand quivering in the elm bark.

“Ambush! Everyone take cover! Lady Amber called aloud from her vantage point.

Immediately, the mice and hedgehogs were screened by a wall of otters. Skipper bounded to the fore, ducking a spear as he swung a sling loaded with several stones.

“Over yonder, crew. By those thickets. Give em a rattlin good broadside, mates.

Ranks of brawny otters made the air rain heavy with hard river stones.

The dinting and thudding of rock upon armor and pelt was mingled with screams and cries from the ambushers.

When the fusillade slackened, Tsarmina sprang forward, urging her attackers onward. “Charge. Rush them now. Up. Charge!

The soldiers pounded toward the woodlanders, yelling and shouting threats as they waved pikes, spears and javelins.

Lady Amber watched coolly. She notched an arrow to her bowstring as, all around her in the high branches, squirrels followed her example. She laid her tail flat along the bough of the elm.

“Steady in the trees there. Let them get well into the open, then watch for my signal.

Though one or two otters were down with spear wounds, Skipper had heard Amber and he backed up her strategy. “Otter crew load up. Dont sling until the arrows are loosed.

Now the Kotir army had covered over half the distance, Fortunata slacked off, dropping back with Ashleg and Cludd. Tsarmina alone led the field. Confident that the charge would carry the full distance, she turned to yell further encouraging words to her troops.

Lady Amber decided they had come far enough. Her tail stood up like a banner as she called, “Archers, fire!

The waspish hiss of arrows halted the advance in its tracks, the back and middle ranks colliding with the fallen in front.

“Slings away hard, crew! Skippers wild call boomed out across the melee.

A second volley of stones flew thick and fast into the confused soldiers.

Now Tsarmina was forced back into her own ranks. Furiously she began snarling out orders.

“One rank crouching, one rank standing. Give me a wall of shields to the front and carry on advancing. Poke spears out between the gaps in the shields. Quick, fools. Fortunata, group archers at the rear. Tell them to fire over our heads into the woodlanders. Hurry!

Realization that they were in danger of being under serious attack galvanized the Kotir troops into action.

Ben Stickle and Columbine were crawling about, whispering to the noncombatants.

“Friends, help the wounded. Go with them quickly and quietly around the back of this tree. Foremole has arrived with help.

They slid away, with Skippers crew masking their retreat.

The soldiers were firing arrows now. They rattled off tree trunks and stuck into the earth, some finding their mark among the woodlanders. The shield-fronted advance moved slowly but steadily forward.

Skipper and Amber had coordinated their firepower. After the otters loosed stone and javelin, the squirrels shot their arrows, each giving the other a chance to reload, while keeping up continuous fire.

“Slings away!

“Archers, fire!

Brush and Birch were two big competent squirrels. Following Lady Ambers directions, they swung off toward Kotirs furthest side, carrying as many ration packs between them as possible. Chibb flew with them. All three were silent, and unseen by those in the fray below.

Cludds bellow urged the soldiers forward. “Come on, you lot. Stir your stumps, you laggards. Keep pushing on. Well have em soon. You can have an otter apiece shortly.

A stoat winced as a rock bounced off his spearshaft, sending shocks of pain through his claws. “Huh, Ill have a mouse or a wounded hedgehog, mate. Let Cludd and the Queen tackle those big otters.

His companion, a weasel, nodded agreement. “Aye, let them have the glory. Well be satisfied with the pickings.

Seconds later he was silenced by an arrow.

Lady Amber was beginning to get worried. She called down to Skipper, “Were almost out of arrows up here, Skip. Theres too many of em. We cant stop their advance; it looks as if weve had it.

Skippers tongue was lolling as he tore off two large rocks from his sling.

“Theres nothing for it, marm. Well just have to see how many of em we can take with us.

Chapter 21

Early morning was enveloped in white mist. It clung to tree and bush like a gossamer shawl, sparkling with dewdrops in the promise of a hot sunny day ahead.

Eager to be on their way, the three friends broke fast as they traveled. Martin unpacked scones for them, Gonff doled out a russet apple apiece, and Dinny vanished into the mist, reappearing with a canteen of fresh spring water.

Limbs loosened as the night stiffness receded. They stepped out at a brisk pace to Gonffs latest marching chant.

Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come,
A thief, a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
Well march until we reach our goal,
Sala-manda-stron.

The flood of morning sun penetrated the mists, melting them into a yellowy haze. Martin and Gonff struggled to keep straight faces, listening to Dinny chanting the marching verse in mole tongue.

“Salad-anna-sconn, lookit yurree come.

Still in fine fettle, they reached the outskirts of Mossflower Woods. Pushing on through the fringes, they found themselves facing a brown dirt road, which curved and bent like a snake. Beyond it lay the far dim expanses of the flatlands shimmering in the heat. Between the path and the flatlands was a deep ditch, though because of the dry weather it contained only the merest trickle of water.

The companions kept silent, remembering that Scratch and his aides might well be somewhere nearby.

Gonff went back to the woods and returned with a long stout branch. Taking his knife, the mousethief trimmed off the twigs.

Martin watched with interest. “What are you up to, matey? he asked, keeping his voice low.

Young Dinny knew. “Eem maken a powl tjump ditcher. Squirrelbeast do et iffen they baint no tree to swing offen.

Martin took the pole and felt its balance. “Oh, I see. A vaulting pole. Good idea, Gonff.

Making sure his grip was firm on the pole near its top, Gonff leveled it in front of him.

“Me first, Dinny next, then you, matey. Watch me and see how its done. Im a prince of vaulters, yknow.

Gonff broke into a fast trot. With the pole held straight out, he sped across the road, then dipping the pole into the ditch he levered upward and out. Martin saw the pole bend, carrying Gonff high into the air. The momentum swung him easily across the ditch. He landed lightly on his paws and pushed the pole back to the mole.

Dinny held it gingerly, whispering to Martin, “Murrsey, oi ates a leaven owd earth, tis ony burds be so foolardy. Art well, yurr oi goo.

Dinny performed a waddling little shuffle, jabbed the pole into the ditch and rose slowly into the air. The impetus was not sufficient to carry him across; he wavered in the air and began dropping back. Martin made a mad dash. Catching the pole low down, he thrust against it and whipped back with all his force. Dinny was catapulted away from the pole across the ditch. He hit the far bank near the top and was grabbed by Gonff, who helped him to scrabble out. Dinny lay kissing the grass, thankful to be back on firm ground.

Martins strength and fearlessness helped him to make the crossing with ease. He quite enjoyed the sensation of flying through the air. When Dinny was fully recovered, they commenced their journey into the flatlands.

They were not long gone when Blacktooth yawned and stretched himself in the ditch. The trackers had camped a short distance south of the vaulting area.

Splitnose rolled over in his sleep and slid from the narrow strip of dry bottom into the slimy shallow water.

“Yaauugghhh! You lousy vermin! Who did that? Come on, own up!

“Heeheehee! You did it yourself, puddenhead. Its a wonder you never carried on snoring.

“What, me, snoring? Have you ever heard yourself? Sounds like a goose gargling.

“Rubbish. I never slept a wink. Oh, I dropped off for a moment or two a while back. Funny, though. I dreamed I saw a mouse, just up that way apiece. Guess what? He flew across the ditch.

“Heeheehee oh ahaharr! He wasnt followed by Cludd pretending to be a swallow, was he?

“Ha, you can laugh, fatty. But it was almost as if I was awake. The mouse flew, I tell you.

“Fatty yourself! Thats what you get for hogging all those rations last night. It was a nightmare brought on by pure greed.

“It was not. It was more like a daymare brought on by the hunger. Im starving.

Scratch ignored their arguing. Pulling himself from the ditch, he took a chunk of bread from his pack and began munching it.

Splitnose and Blacktooth stopped fighting to complain.

“Oi, thats not fair. Youre supposed to be the leader. Its up to you to see were properly fed.

“Thats right. Ive only got a stingy little bit of crust and its sopping wet from that stinking ditch water.

Contemptuously Scratch threw a crust on the bank edge. “There you are. First out gets it.

The ferret and the stoat fought tooth and claw. They kicked each other down in an effort to be first out of the ditch. Blacktooth won. He grabbed the crust as Splitnose wailed piteously, “Give me some, Blackie. Go on. Id give you half if I had bread.

“No you wouldnt, stoatface.

“Yes I would.

“Wouldnt.

“Would.

Blacktooth relented with bad grace. “Oh, here, scringetail. Dont pig it all down in one gobful.

“Aaahh, thats not fair. Youve got the biggest half.

Scratch had wandered farther up the bank. He chewed on a young dandelion, pulled a face, spat it out and shouted, “Hoi, you two, stop bellyaching and look at this.

They ambled up, chewing the last of the crust. “What is it?

Scratch shook his head in despair. “What do you think it is, loafbrains? Look, its the track of those two mice and the mole. See, here and here, the pawprints are as clear as day. Theyre traveling west.

Splitnose found the pole and held it up triumphantly. “Aha, another clue. They must have used this to climb out of the ditch on.

“Oh chuck it away, bouldernose, Scratch sneered. “Huh, youll be telling me next that they used it to fly through the air on. Come on, you two. At least were on their trail.

From the topmost branches of a beech on the south side of Kotir, Chibb checked the straps on his pack before flying off to the cells. Brush and Birch watched him flying into the thin dawn light, then Brush readied the next pack.

“Shouldnt take too long, then we can nip back and see how the battles going.

Birch looked to his quiver. “Im nearly out of arrows. Bet the others are, too. Tell you whatyou stay here and see to the robin while I swing back to base. Ill gather all the arrows I can lay my paws on from the stores and take them to our archers.

“Good idea. See you later, mate.

Around the back of the elm, it was only a short distance from the heavy loam of the woodlands. Foremole led the little party, Columbine and Ben bringing up the rear with Soilflyer, a champion young digging mole. “Hurr ony a liddleways, now gaffers, he chuckled secretively. “Uz diggers do ave a foin tunnel awaiten fer ee to excape thru.

Gratefully they were helped into the broad tunnel dug by the moles. As they progressed along it, Columbine could hear Soilflyer filling in behind them. Up ahead, Foremole said comfortingly to some mice, “Never ee fear, liddle guddbeasts. Wem a goen to Moledeep. None may foind ee thurr.

Tsarminas determination was unabated. She pushed her forces ruthlessly forward.

“Come on. Cant you see they arent sending over as many arrows or stones? Keep going. Weve got them.

Fortunatas ear throbbed unmercifully. The vixen was lucky that the arrow had not struck a bit lower, or it would have been her skull. Clamping a pawful of her own herbs to the wound, she looked up dismally as a large squirrel swung in laden with quivers of arrows. The fox dropped back a few paces, muttering beneath her breath, “If you think youve got em, Milady, then go and get them yourself.

Two of Skippers crew were driving long sharp stakes into the ground at the base of the elm trunk. Earth had been piled around the stakes and leafy branches scattered on top. From a distance it looked for all the world like a crew of otters lying in wait, armed with spears.

The newly arrived arrows drove the Kotir soldiers back a short distance, despite Tsarminas threats and blandishments. Lady Amber checked to see that the moles had got away with their charges.

“Is it ready, Skip?

Skipper held up a paw. “As ready as itll ever be, marm.

“Good. Well fire a last couple of heavy salvos while you slip off with the crew. See you back at Brockhall.

“Aye. Good huntin, marm. Come on, crew.

Once again Ambers tail stood up straight. “Archers, fire!

Tsarmina and Cludd heard the command.

“Down flat, keep your heads down, shields up, Cludd bellowed to the soldiers.

When the invaders lifted their heads, the otters were gone. There followed an eerie silence, broken only by the rustle of the treetops. Tsarmina knew this was the squirrels retreating. She straightened up and ventured a pace forward. Cludd joined her.

“Ha, bunch of cowards, eh, Milady. Looks like theyve run away.

Tsarmina peered toward the mound at the base of the elm. “Maybe, maybe not. I think they might have set up some sort of trap, or is that a crew of otters armed with spears? Take ten soldiers and investigate it, Cludd. Go on, were here to back you up.

Reluctantly Cludd selected ten creatures and set off gingerly for the enemy lines. He ducked once or twice when someone stepped on a twig. Finally he arrived at the mound. Knowing the danger had passed, Cludd kicked at a leafy bough, and prodded the mound with his spear.

“All clear, Milady. It was only a stupid trick to make us think they were still here.

“What about the squirrels, Cludd? Fortunata sounded cautious.

The weasel Captain peered upward into the elm branches then hurled his spear straight up. Several soldiers dodged out of the way as it landed back, point up in the mound. A small amount of twigs and leaves fell with it.

“Not a hide nor hair of the lily-livered bunch! Cludd puffed his chest out as he retrieved his spear.

Relieved and exultant, the soldiers of Kotir rose up, cheering and stamping about in a victory dance.

“We won, we won!

“Won what? Tsarminas voice rose angrily above the celebration. “Fools, cant you see its an empty triumph: no plunder, no slaves, no submission. Theyve vanished completely, and what have we gained? A few yards of woodland that belongs to me anyway.

The sudden volley of arrows slashed down, taking them unawares. Soldiers threw up shields, diving headlong for the undergrowth. Even the wildcat Queen had to beat an undignified retreat behind the elm tree she had conquered.

Once again the chattering derisory laughter of squirrels, as they swung off into the fastnesses of Mossflower, was all that remained of the woodlanders.

Gingivere had enlarged the two holes so that Ferdy and Coggs were able to squeeze through into his cell.

Gleefully they upturned the contents of the first pack.

“Good old mums apple pie!

“Ooh, elderberry cordial!

“Look, cheese and hazelnuts!

“Candied chestnuts, too. Hahaha, bet old Chibb didnt know about em.

“Come on, Mr. Gingivere. Heres some seedcake and milk. Lets have a secret supper together, then you can tell us the news from Chibb.

Amidst the laughter, Gingivere brushed away a tear from his eye. He was delighted with the company of his two little hedgehog friends, after the long lonely confinement following his fathers death.

It was noontide when Martin and Dinny sat down to rest. Gonff stood surveying the vastness that surrounded them; undulating plain, flatland and moorland stretched away into the distance, the far horizon danced and shimmered in the unseasonal heat. Gonff thought he could detect a smudge on the horizon, but he could not be sure until they had traveled farther. The mousethief turned, looking back to where they had come from.

“Well, mateys, its certainly a big wide world outside the woodlands and good old Mossflower. I can still glimpse it back there.

Dinny lay back chewing a blade of grass. “Hurr hurr, an can ee still see yon liddle mousemaid a-waven to ee?

Gonff shielded his eyes with his paw and played along. “Why yes, and theres someone else too. It looks like your grandad waving his stick. He wants that deeper n ever pie that you stole from him.

“That wasnt Dinny, Martin yawned. “You probably stole it. See anything else?

Gonffs whiskers twitched. “Aye, those three vermin that are tracking us. Looks like theyve picked up our trail, matey.

Martin and Dinny leaped up, staring in the direction Gonff was pointing.

“There, seea weasel, a ferret and a stoat. Now theyve started to run. Why are they in a hurry all of a sudden?

“Probly cos theym soighted usns, now we studd up, Dinny suggested.

“Aye, matey, youre right. Well, what do we do now, warrior? Stand and fight? You just say the word.

Martin gnawed his lip, stopping his paw from straying to the otter sling bound about his middle.

“No, thats not what were questing for. Wed be losing valuable time. Its our duty to find Salamandastron and Boar the Fighter, so that he can return with us to save Mossflower. The first thing a warrior must learn is orders and duty.

Gonff strapped his pack back on. Dinny had not removed his. He was away and running, small velvety paws pounding the grassland.

“Coom on, ee two, he called. “Usns can lose they vurmin afore eventoid.

The three friends ran in silence, measuring their stride and conserving energy. All that could be heard above the drumming of their paws was a descending lark and the chirrup of grasshoppers in the dry grassland warmth. The high sun above watched the scene like a great golden eye. The hunted jogged steadily on, with the hunters rushing behind to close the gap.

There was no infirmary for the wounded at Kotir. Soldiers lay about in the barracks, licking their hurts and tending to themselves as best as they could. Cludd was quite pleased with himself. They had driven off the woodlanders and the army had not retreated, so what was all the fuss about?

He put the question to Ashleg.

“Try telling her that, weasel. Here she comes. The pine martens cloak swirled about as he pointed to the stairs.

Tsarmina bounded into the barracks, crooking a claw at them. “You two, up to my room. Right away!

There was little to be gained by arguing, so with sinking hearts they trooped up the stairway.

Fortunata was already there, her ear painfully swollen from the arrow wound. Ashleg could not resist a sly snigger.

“Heehee, looks like you need a healer, fox.

Tsarmina swept in, just in time to hear the jibe.

“One more remark like that, woodenpin, and youll need a new head. Now, what happened to my ambush in the woods? They stood dumbly, waiting for the storm to break. It was not long in coming.

The wildcat Queen cleared the table in one reckless sweep. Bell, dishes, ornaments, linen and food crashed to the floor.

“Nothing! Thats what we gained from it all.

She raged around the chamber, kicking over furniture, tearing at wall hangings and bending fire irons out of shape as her voice rose to a maddened howl.

“I saw them. Me! I set up the ambush, warned you, marshaled the army, led the charge and thought that you buffoons had the brains and courage to assist me. What did I receive? Not one original idea or scrap of encouragement.

Her whole body quivered with dangerous temper, then suddenly she slumped into a chair as if temporarily exhausted by her outburst. The quaking trio stood staring at the floor for inspiration as she scowled at them.

“Aahh, what business is it of yours, anyway? Youre not supposed to think, only to carry out orders. Its my job to do all the brain work around here. I suppose nothing will bother you three until the food supplies run out. Oh, they wont last forever, you know. Ive seen for myself; the stores are getting lower, since we were unable to levy tribute from the few that lived around our walls. Thats the trouble with being a conqueror and having an army to feed: soldiers are no good at providing anything unless they can snatch it away from the helpless. She stretched and kicked moodily at a fallen goblet. “Well, any ideas?

“Theres always the two prisoners I caught, Milady. Cludd sounded half-apologetic.

Tsarmina sat bolt upright. “Of course, well done, weasel. Maybe you arent as stupid as I thought. Prisoners, hmmm, yes. What do you think the woodlanders would pay as ransom for those young hedgehogs?

Fortunata narrowed her eyes calculating. “Well, Ive had more dealings with woodlanders than most. Theyre a soft, sentimental lot when it comes to young ones. I think that theyd give quite a bit to get them back safe.

“Safe, thats the key, Tsarmina purred happily. “Imagine if the woodlanders saw their babies exposed to real suffering or dangerwe could practically name our own terms.

The trio relaxed visibly, now that their Queen was in a saner mood.

There was one other listener to the conversation who had no cause to rejoice: Chibb the robin, perched on the outside window ledge.

Splitnose was the first to slacken pace. He gradually slowed to an easy lope. Blacktooth joined him, leaving Scratch to make the running. The weasel stopped and turned. He curled his lip in disgust at the pair, who were now sitting on the grass panting. Scratch ran back energetically, drawing his dagger.

“Get up, you idle worms. Come on. Up on your paws, both of you.

Splitnose teased a passing ant with his claws. “Ah whats the point? Theyre well away. Well never catch em now.

Scratch kicked out at Blacktooth. “I suppose you think the same, lazybones.

Blacktooth kicked back insolently. “Oh, give it a rest. You cant make us run.

“Right, so its mutiny, eh! Scratch looked from one to the other disdainfully. “Then heres something for you two buckoes to think about. One, if you dont get running, Ill stab the pair of you. Two, unless you decide to run, I wont share my rations with you. And three, think about when I make my report. The Queen will be pleased to hear how you two lay down on the job.

Wordlessly they rose and started running again.

Gonff trotted alongside his friends, his quick eye noting the landscape.

“It gets a bit hilly further on, mateys. We could drop down and hide in a dozen places. What dyou say? Shall we give em the slip?

Martin glanced backward. “Id rather not risk it. Theyve got us in plain view. No, best keep on until evening, then we can pick a good hiding place when its dark and camp there the night. Are you all right, Dinny?

The mole wrinkled his snout. “Doant loik a-runnen. Lucky oim strongern most. Youm keep a-goen, Marthen. Doant wurry over oi.

The noon sun gained intensity. Birds soaring on the upper thermals passed over the six tiny figures below, hunters and hunted.

To spur themselves on, Splitnose and Blacktooth played a game, shouting out their favorite dishes to each other. Scratch ran a length behind them, keeping his dagger drawn as an insurance against further rebellion. Despite himself, the weasel had to keep licking his lips, not being able to shut his ears against the ferret and the stoat.

“Some of those candy chestnuts and a flagon of cold cider. Could you manage that, Blackie?

“Oho, could I! How about a baby trout grilled in butter with some of that woodland October ale?

“Very nice. But have you tried blackberry muffins soaked in warm honey with a few beakers of iced strawberry cordial to wash em down?

“Gaw! Stoppit, Splittie. Youre reminding me of that time when old Lord Greeneyes had a plunder feast at Kotir. Those were the days! I had iced strawberry cordial in a big drinking bowl, with mint leaves floating on it and crushed raspberries too. I remember I sucked it all through a cornstraw. Whew, I must have supped enough of it to have a good bath in.

“Yurghh! Scratch called out in disgust. “I was enjoying that until I had a vision of you, all covered in mud and muck, sitting in a bath of iced strawberry cordial with two mint leaves stuck up your snout and a pile of crushed raspberries shoved into your ears. Doesnt bear thinking about. Anyhow, why dont you two shut your traps and keep your eyes on those three ahead?

Dinny was first to gain the low hills. He ran up one side and rolled down the other. Martin and Gonff joined in until all three were dizzy. They ran onward as the shadows began to lengthen. Gonff gradually dropped back. He was breathing heavily. When they turned to look he waved his paws.

“Keep going, mateys. Phew, this is much harder work than thieving.

Without hurting Goffs feelings, they slacked their pace to match his. Martin noticed that the blob on the horizon they had seen earlier that day was not merely a low cloud bank.

“Look, Gonff. Its a range of mountains. Big ones, too. What dyou think, Din?

The young mole squinted hard to bring the view into perspective. “Ho boi urr, that they be, Oi reckons that be whurr the teeth oland reaches up to ate woolen sheeps, wi they gurt eads in clouds.

“Clever, Dinny mate, Gonff nodded admiringly. “Exactly as the poem says: Afar the teeth of land rise up to bite the wool of sheep. They look quite close, but dont let that fool you. Weve got a fair bit of traveling to do before we reach them.

Dinny risked a backward glance through a fold in the hills. “Hurr, they vurminbags be none closer oither. Spect usns be moightier runners.

Scratch had taken the lead again. He knew the others were hungry and sure to follow. Trying to keep their quarry in sight was difficult, as they were often hidden by the hills. Descending the first low hill, he stopped to extract a burr from his pad. The other two ran slap bang into him from behind.

“Clodhoppers! he shouted. “How is it that you have all this open country to run in, yet you both manage to crash into me? What dyou think this is, a game of leapfrog?

More bickering and backbiting ensued. Scratch ended the dispute by banging their heads together. “Look, its nearly dark now and Ive gone and lost em, thanks to you two oafs! He gritted his teeth in frustration.

Martin and Gonff prepared the evening meal while Dinny enlarged a small hole on the far side of the final hill. In a short while they were happily installed in a superb little cave, Dinny had even dug a ledge halfway round for them to rest on. The three friends lay on the ledge, eating their supper and watching the crimson underbellies of purple cloud rolls as night took over from the long, hot day.

Scratch and his minions sat out in the open on top of the highest hill, hoping that they might catch sight of the others at next daybreak.

Night on the open lands was both cold and windy.

Chibb paced the mantelpiece at Brockhall, relating all he had heard at Kotir.

The Corim were worried by this new threat to Ferdy and Coggs. “Hmm, this is an unwelcome development. Lady Amber waved her bushy tail anxiously.

The robin ruffled his crimson breast feathers importantly. “Ahem, harrumph. On the surface it would appear to be so. However, our wildcat ally in the prison said to tell you that he may be able to forestall Tsarminas plans awhile.

Bella looked up to the mantelpiece. “How will he manage that, Chibb?

The robin folded his wings behind as he explained. “Well, ahem, scuse me. Gingivere has taken a stone from the walls on each cell, as you know. He proposes to hide both Ferdy and Coggs in his own cell, after sealing the wallholes up. That way, if the enemy do not think of searching his cell too closely, they will naturally suppose that the two prisoners have escaped.

There was wholesale approval for the clever plan.

Skipper had an additional idea. “Hark, now. What if we was to pretend that Ferdy and Coggs were safe with us? Thatd take suspicion off Gingivere.

“How will we manage that, Skip? Bella was curious to know.

“Easy, marm. Well find two other little hedgehogs and disguise em, then let em be seen by someone from Kotir.

“Good thinking, Skipper, Bella said with approval. “But now well really have to think of how we can rescue Ferdy and Coggs. Gingiveres plan is brave and daring; however, it puts all three at great risk.

Lady Amber shook her head. “Where do we get two little ones that look like Ferdy and Coggs?

“You may lend my liddle Spike an Posy, Goody said from the doorway. “Long as they dont come to no arm. Though I must say, they dont look a smidgeon like my Ferdy an Coggs. I can tell my liddle ones apart like apples from nuts.

Abbess Germaine tapped a paw to her nose. “Two blanket cloaks, two saucepan helmets, a piece of stick each, like swords of make-believe warriors. I think that would fool anyone from a distance, Goody. But what about a rescue attempt? Have we any kind of firm plan?

“You leave that to old Skip, marm. Skipper laughed drily. “Bula, you take charge of the crew while Im away. I think Ill pay the Mask a visit.

“Whats the Mask? Several woodlanders voiced the question.

“Youll soon see! Bula winked.

Chapter 22

Consternation reigned at Kotir.

A luckless stoat had been “volunteered from the cell guards by Fortunata and Cludd, and he was pushed unwillingly into Tsarminas chamber.

“Er, your Maj of the green Queenest, er upper of all ruler and lower Moss. Er, er The prisoners have gone!

“Gone! What do you mean, gone? The wildcat Queen left her seat in a single bound and picked the stoat up by his throat.

“Yuuurrkkgghhaaaarrr Scaped.

Tsarmina threw the gurgling heap to the floor. Her voice echoed in the stairway as she dashed down to the cells.

“Escaped? Impossible! Guards, get down to the cells quickly.

The cells were searched.

The corridors were scoured.

The outer walls were surrounded.

The parade ground was gone over inch by inch.

The barracks were turned inside out.

Not a room, passage, cupboard, chamber, kitchen, guard-house, or scullery remained unprobed.

Gingivere, however, was officially nonexistent. His cell was not searched. Nobody thought of looking in a prison cell that was already bolted and barred.

Except maybe Tsarmina.

Columbine sat up, rubbing steep from her eyes.

Was it night or day? she wondered. How long had she slept in this warm dry cavern? Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful after the noise and panic of the battle she had witnessed. There was an old patchwork quilt covering her. She pushed it to one side as a little molemaid entered.

“Mawnen to ee. Wellcum tMoledeep. Brekkist be ready.

She followed the mole into a larger cave, where Ben Stickle and the woodlanders who had been injured sat with the Loamhedge mice and the mole community.

Foremole waved her to a place between himself and a grizzled old mole whose fur was completely gray.

“Set ee by yurr, maid. This be Owd Dinny, tother young rips granfer.

Old Dinny nodded and continued spooning honeyed oatmeal.

Obviously the moles liked a good solid start to the day. There was a variety of cooked roots and tubers, most of which Columbine had never seen before. All of them tasted delicious, whether salted, sugared or dipped in honey and milk. (Some of the moles did all four.) The bread was wafer thin and tasted of almonds; small cakes patterned with buttercups were served warm. There were fluffy napkins and bowls of steaming rosewater to cleanse sticky paws. As Columbine nibbled at a rye biscuit and sipped fragrant mint tea, she could not help asking Foremole where all the huge deeper n ever pies and solid trencherfood the moles seemed to favor were.

Foremole chuckled. He gestured at the table with a massive digging claw. “Ho urr, Combuliney. This yurr be ony a loight brekkist for ee an yurr friends. Wem fancied it up a bit for ee. Moles be only eaten solid vittles at even toid when theys ungered greatly.

Columbine nodded and smiled politely, trying to hide her amazement. “Oh, I see, just a loight brekkist, er, light breakfast.

As Columbine ate, she remembered Gonff. If only he were here amid this friendly company with her! She mentally wagered with herself that he would know the name and taste of every dish (and probably be jokingly chided for having stolen many of them in bygone days). She pictured her mousethief jesting with everybody, imitating molespeech and singing ballads as he composed them.

The young mousemaid heaved a sigh into her mint tea. It dissolved in a small cloud of fragrant steam. Where, oh where, was Gonff on this beautiful morning?

It was nearly midmorning when the “light breakfast reached its conclusion. Then, guarded and guided by the mole community, Columbine and her friends made their way back to Brockhall by a secret woodland route.

Martin, Gonff and Dinny were wide awake by daybreak. They crouched in the small cave, eating breakfast as they watched a gray drizzly dawn. Packing the food away, the travelers stamped life back into their numbed paws. Surprisingly, Gonff was first to step outside.

“Come on, mateys. Itll brighten up by mid-morning. You wait and seeIm a Prince of Predictors.

Striding out, they left the low hills behind, to face yet more flatlands. Wakened grouse whirred into the damp morning air at their approach.

Sala-manda-stron,
Look where weve come from,
Three of Mossflowers best,
Marching out upon our quest:
Sala-manda-stron.

Scratch sighted the three dim forms through the layers of drizzling rain.

“There they go. Come on, you two. Ive got a feeling that todays the day we catch em. Come on, move yourselves. The sooner its done, the quicker well get back to Kotir. Aye, good solid food again, a long rest, and maybe a bit of honor and glory.

“Huh, Im soaked right through! Splitnose complained.

“Me too, grumbled Blacktooth. “I never slept a wink again. Sitting out on top of a hill, miles from anywhere in the pouring rain, stiff all over, cold, hungry, shiver

“Shuttup! Scratch interrupted bitterly. “Put a button on your driveling lip. Look at me, Im weary, saturated and starved, but do you hear me whimpering on about it all the time? Up on your paws, and try to look like youre the Queens soldiers from Kotir.

They trekked westward, pursuing the travelers.

Splitnose was muttering as he kicked a pebble along in front of himself. “Honor and glory, huh. Cluddll get all that, and he can keep it, too. Now if it was honor cake and a mug of hot glory, thatd be a different thing.

“Honor cake and hot glory drink? Dont talk such rubbish, soggyhead, Blacktooth laughed.

“Soggyhead yourself, drippynose.

“Crinkleclaws!

“Greasyfur!

“Beetlebottom!

“Stow the gab and get marching, both of you! Scratch told them.

True to Gonffs prediction, the rain ceased. Above the plains the sun came out to watch fluffy clouds sailing about on the breeze across a lake of bright blue sky.

Dinny sniffed the air, wiggling his claws. “Buharr, theys watter nearby, likely a pond or tarn. Mayap usll catcher a liddlefish. Be gudd eaten, hurr.

Martin looked sideways at Gonff. “How does he know theres water near? I cant smell a thing.

The mousethief shrugged. “Neither can he, matey. Moles probably feel it through the earth with their digging claws.

Dinny nodded wisely. “O arr, usns do smell lots o things wi us claws.

Gonff winked at the warrior mouse. “Thats the nice thing about moles, they always have a sensible explanation which we can all understand.

The three friends laughed aloud. Dinny proved as good at predicting as Gonff. Midday found the travelers at the edge of a large pond. Bulrushes and reeds surrounded the margin, small water lilies budded on the surface. The glint of silver scales beneath the water promised good fishing. At first Martin was loth to stop but, realizing the valuable addition a fish would make to their supplies, he called a halt. While his friends went about fishing, the warrior posted himself on guard to watch for their pursuers.

Dinny sat on the edge of the bank, immersing his paws in the shallows with exclamations of delight.

“Oo arr, oo bliss n joys. Hurr, this be the loif, Gonffen!

The mousethief had cast a line baited with a tiny red mudworm. In seconds it was snatched by a voracious stickleback. “Ha, look, matey, he called. “Ive got a bite! Come to Gonff, old greedyguts.

Martin crept up behind them. He placed a paw gently on each of his friends shoulders as he whispered to them, “Ssshhh. Listen to me. We are in great danger. Dont make a sound, if you value our lives!

Chapter 23

Skipper sat inside the curve of a big hollow log. He faced a slim gray otter, trying hard not to look where the strange creatures tail had once been.

“So then, Mask, how are you keeping, my brother? he asked.

The Mask nibbled at some otter delicacies that his brother had thoughtfully brought along.

“Oh, I get by, Skip. Sometimes Im a squirrel, sometimes a fox. Ha, I was even a half-grown badger for a while.

Skipper shook his head in amazement, gazing around the hollow log where the master of disguises lived alone. Many curious objects were carefully stowed there: make-believe tails, false ears, a selection of various whiskers.

The Mask watched Skipper with his odd pale eyes. Seizing a few things, he turned his back and made some swift secret adjustments. When he turned around, Skippers mouth fell open in disbelief.

“Look, Skip. Im a squirrel again!

The otter chieftain marveled; this creature in front of him was surely an aged squirrelthin, grayingbut undeniably a squirrel, from its bushy tail and erect ears, right to the two large front upper teeth.

“Strike me topsls, Mask. How dyou do it?

“Oh, its no great thing, the Mask chuckled quietly. “Actually, Id look more like a treeflyer if I took a little more time and care with this disguise. This is only a quick change to amuse you.

Skipper whacked his tail against the side of the log. “Well, you could fool me anytime, shipmate.

Mask tossed aside the false tail and ears. Spitting out the two false front teeth, he readjusted his body. He was an otter again.

“Maybe I fooled you, maybe I didnt. But youre not fooling me, Skipper of Camp Willow. What do you want me to do?

Skipper sat back, folding his paws across his chest. “I have a proposition to make to you, brother Mask. Sit still and hear me out.

Tsarmina glared through the cell aperture at Gingivere. The imprisoned wildcat sat in the darkest part of the cell. His fur was tousled, damp from the walls dewed his paws, his head dropped despairingly. Now and then his eyes would flicker rapidly. The wildcat Queen brought her face close to the bars.

“If you know whats good for you, youll tell me all about how those two hedgehogs made their escape. Speak up. You must have heard or seen somethingthey were in the cells either side of you.

Gingivere leaped up, his voice a cracked singsong shout. “Hahaha! You let them escape so you can have their bread and water. I knew you wouldnt give me any. Youre keeping it all for yourself. Oh, I saw you, sneaking along the passage. You let them go so that you could have all that bread and water for yourself. Heeheehee.

Tsarmina turned to Cludd. “Listen to that. Hes completely crazy.

She swept off down the passage. Cludd stayed a moment, looking through the bars. He had never seen a completely crazy wildcat before, although he had seen his mistress dangerously close to that condition once or twice.

“No bread, no water, shes keeping it for herself. Gingivere continued his insane lament.

Cludd banged the door with his spear. “Quiet in there!

“Atishoo!

The sneeze came as Cludd was turning away. He whirled back. “Who did that?

Gingivere grabbed a pawful of straw and sneezed into it. “Atishoo, choo! Oh, Im sick and dying, sir. The cold and damp down here. Please get me extra rations of bread and water or Ill die.

Cludd rapped the door with his spear again. “Enough of that! You get the rations Lady Tsarmina allows. So stop moaning, or Ill give you something to moan about.

As the weasel Captain lumbered off down the passage, another sneeze rang out.

“Atishoo!

On the wall above the cell door, two food haversacks hung from a spike driven into the rock. Ferdy and Coggs sat, one in each sack, their heads poking out like two fledgling housemartins in their respective nests.

Coggs reached across, trying to stifle Ferdys snout with his paw, but another sneeze rang out.

“Atishoo!

Ferdy blinked and rubbed his snout. “Sorry, sir. This bag has flour in it from the scones, and its tickling my sn sn Ashoo!

Reaching up, Gingivere lifted his little cellmates down from their hiding place. While there were no guards about, they could play and exercise.

Chibb flew to the window, dropping the latest supplies in. He caught the empty sacks that Gingivere tossed up to him. In the shaft of light the wildcat was looking strangely sane and healthy.

“What news, Chibb?

“Ahemhem. The Corim have decided that you must soon be rescued, all three of you. How they propose to do it, I dont know yet.

Gingivere nodded. “I hope they realize that the longer they wait, the more dangerous it becomes for Ferdy and Coggs.

Chibb slung the empty sacks around his neck. “Ahem, Im sure they do. At present the message is, keep on the alert and keep up your courage. You are not forgotten.

Chibb flew off swiftly. Gaining the woodlands, he paused to perch on a spruce branch as he adjusted the bags about his neck for easier flight.

Argulor belched dozily and glanced at the robin perched beside him. Chibb gave a jump of surprise, but did not forget his manners.

“Ahem, beg pardon. The fat robin darted from the branch like a flame-tipped arrow.

Argulor shifted his claws. Wearily he dropped his eyelids back into the slumbering position.

Were the small birds getting faster, or was he getting slower? The eagle dismissed the problem, reasoning that there were still plenty of soldiers in Kotir who were a lot slower than a single robin redbreast.

A lot tastier, too.

Dinny and Gonff sat quite still at the edge of the pond as Martin whispered to them, “Now, very slowly, look to your left. Do you see the female swan over there? Shes sitting on her nest with her back to us. Right. Dont look, just take my word for it, in the open water to the other side theres a big male swanits her mate. Hes not seen us yet, but hes headed this way and bound to sight us if we stop here, so lets move away as silently as possible.

With great care Gonff let the fish slip back into the water. He cut his fishing line. The three friends moved speedily, ducking behind the rushes with not a second to spare.

The huge white swan glided by them serenely. He was like a ship in full sail, an awesome spectacle, the snowy white body and half-folded wings complementing perfectly the muscular serpentine neck column surmounted by a solid orange bill and fierce black eyes.

Martin shuddered. He thought of how close they had been to death. The male swan was warlike and fearless, absolute monarch of his pond. Any creature who dared trespass upon these waters while his mate sat upon the three new-hatched cygnets in their nest was fated never to see the sunset. The white colossus swept by, continuing his patrol of the pond.

When he was past, the three friends slipped away. Gonff whispered a silent goodbye to the silver fish in the shallows. “We were both lucky that time, matey. Swim free.

A respectable distance from the water, Dinny untangled a streamer of duckweed from his paw.

“Boi okey, thisns owd granfer near losed a dear liddle mole back thurr. Oi never seed a skwon afore, gurt feathery burdbag they be, stan on moi tunnel.

They lunched on apples and bread, supplemented with some cow parsley that Dinny had discovered.

Blacktooth and Splitnose sighted the pond. They had been running ahead of Scratch after a particularly nasty bout of name-calling. The stoat and ferret had called Scratch a frogwalloper; this seemed to touch some hidden nerve in the weasel, and he took strong objection to the insult. The pair ran off, cackling gleefully as the weasel threw pebbles and earth clods after them.

“Come back here and say that, you cowardly custards. Ill give you frog wallopers when I get you!

Running wide, they approached the pond at a different angle from that of the travelers. Blacktooth and Splitnose whooped with delight.

“Look, a river, a river! Truce, Scratch!

Scratch joined them, the quarrel temporarily forgotten at the sight of the watery expanse.

“Thats not a river, its a pond, he pointed out. “This is more like it, a good fresh drink, a nice bath for our paws. Look, a swan sitting on a nest. Swan eggswhat a tasty idea!

Splitnose was not so sure. “Er, dont you think that bird looks a bit big, Scratch?

“So what? the weasel snorted. “Theres three of us and weve got spears. I bet swan eggs are lovely.

“Have you ever eaten one? Splitnose asked.

“No, Ive never even seen one, but I bet theyre very big and good to eat.

“Well, all right, well back you up. How do you get the eggs?

“Easy, just stand in the shallows and chuck our spears at the swan until its forced to fly away, then we rob the eggs.

Buoyed by Scratchs confidence, they waded into the shallows. The female swan watched them fearlessly. She issued a warning hiss.

The would-be plunderers were enjoying themselves immensely.

“Ooh aahh. Hey, Blackie, doesnt this mud feel great when you squelch it with your paws? Splitnose called.

“Aye, specially after all that running, mate. Just watch this. Blacktooth flung his spear. It fell far short of the target.

Splitnose laughed scornfully, then threw his. It went a little farther, but still far short of the swan.

Scratch sneered contemptuously at their efforts. “Huh, you two couldnt throw a frozen worm and hit the earth. Go and get some stones to fling at her. I can probably wade out that far and stab the bird.

The ferret and the stoat waded back to the bank, and ran off to search for missiles.

Scratch ventured recklessly on until the water was around his middle. There was a crackle of parting rushes behind him. Scratch turned in the water. The giant male swan blotted out everything in his vision; he did not even get a chance to cry out or lift his spear.

Scratch was dead before he knew it!

Splitnose and Blacktooth returned to the waters edge, their paws full of rocks and earth clods.

“Howll this little lot do, Scratch?

“Scratch, where are you?

“Scratchy-watchy, you old frogwalloper, come out. We know youre hiding, we can see the rushes moving.

The male swan came thundering out of the rushes in half-flight, churning up a bow wave as it hissed like a nest of serpents.

“Yooooaaaaggggghhhh!

Only the speed of raw terror and the fact that they were racing away from the pond and its nest saved the lives of the panic-stricken pair.

“Owoowoowoo helpelpelp!

The male swan webbed its way up onto the bank, beating its wings wide to the blue sky, hissing out its victory crya savage challenge to the distant runners.

The female settled securely on her babes in the nest. She preened her neck feathers, smiling with just a touch of smugness. Swans never laugh aloud.

Though they were a fair distance from the pond, Martin and his friends heard the anguished shouts on the breeze.

“Sounds like our followers from Kotir have ruffled someones feathers, eh, Din, Martin remarked.

The mole looked grave. “Skwons etted em, oi uxpect.

Gonff placed a paw on his heart and sang slowly,

A weasel, ferret and a stoat,
Found a pond but had no boat.
Now they cant see the waters from
The inside of a swan.

Tsarmina stood at her high window, watching the squirrels. They had descended from the trees at the woodland edge. With them were two small hedgehogs clad in cooking-pot helmets and blanket cloaks.

Fortunata rapped lightly at the chamber door and entered.

“Milady, oh, youve already seen them.

Tsarmina did not even turn to look at Fortunata. She continued peering intently at the two little figures in the middle of the squirrel group.

“Are they taunting us, do you think? she asked.

Fortunata joined her at the window. “No, woodlanders dont go in for that sort of display, Milady.

To her surprise, Fortunata found Tsarmina patting her approvingly. “Good thinking, fox. Shall I send out a party to try and capture them?

Fortunata shook her head. “Id advise against it, Milady. Theyd only sweep off into the trees, making our soldiers look foolish. Squirrels always do.

Tsarmina smiled. She sat up on the window ledge, winking at the vixen. “Clever, very clever, Fortunata. You arent as dull or slow-witted as Cludd and Ashleg. Listen how, I have better eyesight than you or any creature in Mossflower. Ive been watching those two little hedgehogs, and theres something not quite right about them.

“Not quite right, Milady? Fortunata was baffled, but she tried her best to look intelligent.

Tsarmina tapped a paw to her nose. “Exactly. Theyre playing little games with me, those woodlanders. But I have a game or two of my own to play. Tell me, you know these woods and their creatures better than anyone in Kotir, dont you?

Fortunata was pleased that Tsarmina was confiding in her, but she began to feel uneasy. There was often an unpleasant sting in the tail of her Queens schemes.

“I was born and brought up in Mossflower country, Milady. What is it that you require from me?

“Fortunata, we are surrounded by blunderers. Tsarminas tone was that of an old and trusting friend. “You are the only one I can really rely on. I never forget those who serve me well. I havent forgotten that you helped me to be Queen with your knowledge of herbs. This is a big area to rule, and it becomes lonely. I could do with someone as wise and clever as yourself to share that rule. But first I am going to ask you to do me a favor. Think carefully before you answer, because on that answer rests our friendship. Will you do me this favor?

The greedy fox fell headlong into the trap. “I am yours to command, Queen Tsarmina.

The wildcat ruler smiled like a cat with a bird. “Well said, friend. Now, what I want you to do is this

Chapter 24

The Corim were startled.

Skipper strolled into Brockhall followed by a ferret. Before Lady Amber could fit arrow to bow, or Bella pick up a poker to strike the foe, Skipper addressed them heartily.

“Mates, dont get your ropes in a tangle. This ere ferret is an otter. Meet my brother, the Mask.

The Mask bowed low. Stripping the bindings from his ears, he removed the bark slivers that sharpened his muzzle, pulled out the wicked eyeteeth and undid his imitation tail.

Bella pounded the sides of her chair with a heavy paw. “Wonderful, he is indeed an otter. Welcome to Brockhall, Mr. Mask.

Abbess Germaine seated the otter, placing food and drink before him. “So you are the Mask. I have lived long and seen strange things, but never one as strange as you, though I hope you will forgive me for saying so, sir.

Mask shook the Abbess warmly by the paw. “It is a strange world marm, you will forgive me saying, but never have I seen such friendly and gentle mice as you and your oddly dressed followers.

Skipper patted Mask on the back. “Friends, you wouldnt believe your eyes if you saw old Mask in some of the getups Ive seen him in.

“Oh, tell us, Skip. Columbine leaned forward eagerly.

Skipper took a draught of cider from Masks cup. “I couldnt begin to tell you all this ones disguises, but just as an instance, he gave me the slip coming through the forest. I looked high and low for him. Ha, there was the old deceiver stood right next to me, up against a tree, got up as a piece of bark, would you believe!

Spike and Posy clung to Columbines habit, staring wide-eyed at the strange otter.

“Did you really, Mr. Mask, sir? Spike asked.

Mask chuckled as he fed them a slice of apple each. “Oh, aye. Thats an easy one. All you need is an old piece of bark as big as yourself and the right tree. You just stand there and think the same thoughts as the tree, and presto!

“What others can you do, sir? Posy wanted to know.

“Oh, a fox, a squirrel, a hedgehog like you, evenyou name it. Haha, otters are pretty hard to do, though. Funny tails, you see.

“Could you be a bird? Spike inquired.

“Well, er, lets say Im practicing that one, shall we?

“A stoat or a rat, then? Posy persisted.

“No trouble. Theyre the easiest to do. Its all a question of studying shape, really.

Abbess Germaine was impressed. “You say you could look like a stoat, weasel or even a fox?

The Mask winked. “Indeed I can, marm. Thats why Im here.

Early evening shadows were beginning to lengthen across the plain. Dinny looked to the mountains on the horizon, and judged the distance shrewdly.

“Wem be vurry close to yon mountings on tmorrer, Marthen.

The warrior mouse glanced toward the massed rock. “So we will, Din. As to how well cross them, Im at a loss. Look at the size of them. They almost disappear into the sky.

“Dont you worry, mateys, Gonff said confidently. “We havent come this far to be beaten by an old stone hill. Besides, we dont have to worry about those vermin following us. The swans probably dealt with them.

Dinnys snout rose into the air. “Oim a-smellen more watter thru ee paws agin.

“What, more water, Din? Martin asked.

“Burr aye. Runnen watter thiz toim.

“Best keep our eyes skinned for swans, eh, mateys, Gonff warned.

“Hoo arr, doant wanna see skwons no more.

Gonff was first to find the broad stream. It was not quite wide enough to be classed as a river. The mousethief strode down the bank and recited aloud to the flowing waters,

Oer golden acres far below,
Our wings beat strong and true,
Where deep and wet, see flowing yet,
Another snake of blue.

Martin looked to the opposite bank. “It seems peaceful enough, but its far too wide to cross here. Well camp here tonight and scout the bank for an easier crossing in the morning.

The mild spring evening was very pleasant by the water. Dinny scooped out a circle while Martin set flint to the steel of his broken sword and started a small fire. Gonff repaired his fishing line. Within a short time he landed a plump young bream.

The three travelers sat around the fire, watching the fish grilling in a cradle of green reeds over the flames. Firelight flickered and danced in Dinnys buttonlike eyes.

“Warmff, hurr hurr. Oi do likes warmff.

Gonff tested the fish with his knifepoint. “Itll be ready soon, mateys. A little loaf apiece toasted up, some cress from the waters edge, a beaker of fresh streamwater, and were snug for the night.

The stream gurgled and eddied ceaselessly toward the distant mountains as they enjoyed a spell of rest on its soft mossy bank.

Splitnose and Blacktooth had wandered aimlessly. Without Scratch to direct them they were lost. Night found the pair out upon the open plain, hungry, tired and thirsty. Splitnose lay down, snuggling sleepily against the grass. Blacktooth was restless.

“Huh, Im not sleeping out in the open again. There must be a hole or a cave hereabouts. Might be a bite of grub, too.

“Oh lie down and get some rest, Splitnose murmured sleepily. “Youre as bad as Cludd or Scratch. Get some sleep, and well see what its like around here in the morning. Im not moving. Might even sleep late, too.

Blacktooth moved off. “Right. You stay here. Ill be back if I cant find something better. I could swear theres water running nearby. Ill go and take a look.

“Mind the swans dont eat you, Splitnose called out, his eyes already closed.

Blacktooth was back sooner than expected. He danced about, giggling quietly to himself.

“Splittie. Hey, come on, snoreface. Wake up! Heeheehee, guess what Ive found?

The stoat grumbled as his companion shook him awake. “Two frogs and a dandelion. Now beat it, will you? I need sleep.

The ferret could not contain his excitement. “I found a big stream, a camp, a fire and foodand those two mice and the mole!

Splitnose came awake. “Where?

“Not far. Over that way a bit. Listen, if were quick and quiet we can take them prisoner.

The stoat leaped up. “Great. You say theyve got food and a fire?

“Yes, half a roast fish, packs too, full of goodies, Blacktooth told him. “You know those woodlandersthey love their rations.

“We could march em back to Kotir.

“Heehee. Aye, could you imagine old Cludds face when we walk in with three prisoners? The Queend probly make us Generals. Oho, Id give that Cludd a few dirty jobs to do. Id make him jump!

“Right, Blackie mate, lead me to em.

They sneaked silently across to the river bank armed with their spears.

The three friends lay asleep around the fire, unaware of the eyes that watched them from the top of the bank.

* * *

Fortunata struck deeper into Mossflower, aware that Tsarmina was watching her from the high chamber window.

The vixen had cast off her borrowed finery from Kotir, reverting to the frayed old healers cloak and bag of herbal remedies. She leaned heavily upon an ash staff. Fortunata was more suited to this type of work; she preferred subterfuge to warfare. Besides, the rewards promised were greater.

Tsarmina moved from the window to ring her table bell. Cludd entered, saluting with shield and spear.

“Yes, Your Majesty.

“Get somebody to clean this room up, its filthy. Drill the troops and keep them on the alert. Theyre not here to eat me out of house and home. Oh, get a foraging party together. We must keep something in the larders if we want to outlast the woodlanders.

Cludd saluted again. “It shall be done, Milady.

The wildcat Queen settled back in her chair. Now was the time to play the waiting game.

Columbine lay behind a screen of bushes, nibbling a green hazelnut. The mousemaid often volunteered to go on watch outside Brockhall, imagining herself to be the first to sight the travelers return. That Gonff! He would probably come back singing at the top of his voice,

Im back, Columbine.
Yes, now is the hour
My good friends and I
Will be saving Mossflower,

or some such cheery air. Columbine lay watching sunmotes dancing through dappled patterns of green leaves, dreaming of her thief.

Then she sighted the fox.

It was a vixen, dressed like a journeying healer. The fox cast about, sniffing here, inspecting a scuffed leaf there, obviously searching for somebody or something.

Columbine slid silently away from her hiding place. Once she was out of the foxs vision she took to her paws, dashing headlong back to Brockhall.

Shooing some little ones inside, she shut the door and bolted it. It was lunchtime, Loamhedge mice were serving up hazelnut cloister pudding with willowherb sauce. Columbine made straight for Bella.

“Fox, fox, coming this way! she panted.

Skipper put a restraining paw on her. “Whoa there. What fox coming from where?

“Out in the woods, coming from the northwest, sniffing and probing. Its a vixen. Shell find her way here soon unless we stop her.

Lady Amber mopped up sauce with a crust. “A vixen eh, did you recognize her, Columbine?

“Oh yes, its the one they call Fortunata, though shes disguised herself up a bit. I recognized her at the ambush.

“An old raggedy cloak and hood, Bella interrupted, “together with a bag of herbs and a staff?

Columbine nodded.

“The old pilgrim healer disguise. Wearing a bit thin, eh, Mask, the badger chuckled drily.

The otter looked up from his pudding. “What are you going to do about her?

Lady Amber reached for her quiver. “A swift arrow in the right place should save any argument.

Skipper pawed his sling. Either that or a sharp rock on her stem.

Mask stood up, patting a full stomach. “Miz badger, why dont you let me deal with this? It may help with our escape plans for the prisoners.

Bella pushed food toward Columbine. “Here, little one, have some lunch. Go on, Mask, tell us the plan.

The otter had his back to them, he was selecting disguises. “I say, let her come, see what she wants, but dont let her know who I am. Pretend that Im a newcomer.

When he turned to face the Corim, Mask was indeed a newcomer. He was transformed into the most evil slim gray old fox they had ever seen.

The Mask slid into Bellas study to complete his disguise. “Find the right tail, rub a little brown dust into my coat and see to the finer bits. Ha, she wont be able to tell me from her own grandpa when Im finished.

“Right. Weve got you. Dont try anything funny or well skewer this mole!

Martin opened his eyes. The ferret and the stoat were standing over Dinny, their spearpoints at his throat. The warrior mouse was about to jump instinctively for them, but Gonff discouraged him.

“Do as he says, matey. Theyve taken us by surprise.

All three lay quite still. Blacknose smirked with satisfaction.

“Ill keep the mole pinned down, Splittie. Look through that pack over there, and see if you can find some cord.

Splitnose scuttled off and rummaged in the pack.

“Even better, mate. Look, a rope, he called.

“Give it here and keep your spear on the mole, stick him if he moves. Blacktooth wound the rope round the travellers. Binding them together, he tugged the end to make sure it was tightly secured.

Picking up his spear, he strutted around them. “Ha, youre our prisoners now. Youll pay for breaking the laws of Kotir and leading us on a wild-goose chase. Be still!

Splitnose was emptying the supply packs out. “Heehee. Look, apples, bread, cheese, mmfff. Pie!

Blacktooth threw extra fuel on the fire and crammed food wolfishly into his mouth, while menacing them with his spear.

“Hey, this is more like it, Splittie, he enthused. “Come and get warm by the fire.

Gonff winked at Martin and whispered, “Leave it to me, matey. Ill settle these two idiots.

Blacktooth yanked sharply on the ropes end. “No talking there. One more peep out of you and youll be sorry, dyou hear me?

Gonff shrugged as best as he could. “Dont worry, Captain. Youve got us, all right. But please dont eat all our supplies, well have nothing left to keep alive on.

Splitnose threw an apple core at Gonff and bit into a cheese. “Ah, stop moaning, mouse. Look at us, weve lived on one skinny crust and grass for the last few days. Mmmm, this is good cheese. Hey, a fruitcake! By the claw, thatll do for me.

“Come on greedyguts, half for me. Blacktooth prodded Splitnose with his spear.

“Get your own, fatbelly, Splitnose retorted.

“Why, you gluttonous worm!

“Ouch! You keep that spearpoint away from me, rottengums.

“Thats the stuff, matey, Gonff called out encouragingly. “You show him that stoats are the bosses.

Blacktooth was about to stab Gonff with his spear when Splitnose jabbed him in the bottom with his spearpoint.

Martin took Blacktooths side. “Dont let him do that to you, ferret. Get him.

Dinny supported Splitnose. “ Ee be nowt but a gurt bully. Jump on furrets tunnel, skoat.

Blacktooth cracked Splitnose across the head with his spearshaft. Splitnose retaliated by stabbing Blacktooth in the paw.

The three friends egged them on with loud shouts.

“Youve got him now. Stab!

“Thats it. Keep him pinned down!

“Get his throat with your teeth!

“Shove him in the fire, quick!

Filled with blind rage, the stoat and ferret battled all over the camp site, rolling through the fire, splashing in the shallows, stumbling against the captives, oblivious of all except the desire to win.

“Grr, take that, stoatswine!

“Aarghh, you wont push me around any more, ferret-face. Get this!

Blacktooth fell, pierced by his opponents spear. Splitnose backed off, dropping his spear, and stumbling farther into the shallows. Blacktooth pulled himself upright and staggered toward his foe, spear held outright. Splitnose blundered into deeper water, unarmed, holding his paws out pleadingly.

“Blackie, no. I didnt mean it!

The ferret tottered unsteadily into the water, lifted the spear to throw and fell dead into the shallows.

Splitnose kept backing off as if in a daze. “I didnt mean to, Blackie. Honest. You can have half the c

Suddenly he was gone! All that remained was Blacktooth the ferret, face down in the shallows of the swirling stream.

The three friends had fallen over. They lay, bound, gazing at the water where Splitnose had been a moment before.

“Pitholes, matey, full of bottom mud, Gonff explained. “Well have to remember that when we cross.

Dinny wriggled. “Usll ave to set about thinken ow to free usselfs.

Martin wrenched round to face Gonff. “Any ideas?

The mousethief smiled in the darkness. “Stay still. I can reach my dagger. Didnt I ever tell you, matey, Im a prince of escapers.

Martin felt the blade sawing at their bonds. “Aye, I seem to remember you saying something of the sort in the cells at Kotir, matey.

The ropes fell away under Gonffs keen blade. He stood upright.

“I was right that time too, if you remember, Gonff pointed out.

Dinny straightened up. “Hurr, tho youm ate to boast about et.

They took stock of the damage. Martin threw a trampled cheese to one side.

“Huh, theyve ruined our supplies, he said with disgust. “Most of the food rolled into the water with them. Look, even the fish fell in the fire. He held up a smoking relic.

Gonff pushed Blacktooths carcass into the fast-flowing water. “It couldve been worse, matey. At least were alive.

Dinny blew on the embers, adding dry reeds and wood. “Ho aye, Marthen. Usll make out awright, eell see.

Chapter 25

Fortunata followed a trail that led to a dead end. Some creature had skillfully covered most traces, but the vixen knew that there had been woodlanders here. The camouflagers had not been entirely successful in covering everything; there was still scent and the odd broken twig. She scratched about in the undergrowth, trying to reveal further clues.

“Lost something?

The vixen was startled by the voice. She whirled around, attempting to discover its owner. All she saw was the silent woodland. Quite suddenly there was another fox standing alongside her.

“I said, have you lost something? he repeated.

Fortunata weighed up the newcomer carefully. He was an old fox, patched gray and dusty brown, slim built and slightly stooped. But it was the eyes that caused her to shudderweird, flat, shifting eyes. This was the most evil-looking of her species that the vixen had ever encountered.

“No, its not something Ive lost, she said, trying to sound unconcerned. “Actually, I was merely passing through here.

“Aye, me too. Maybe we can help each other, the old fox suggested.

“Yes, maybe we can. My name is Besomtail, the wandering healer, what are you called? Fortunata asked.

“Im Patchcoat. I come from far away to the east, he replied.

Fortunata nodded. He certainly looked like a patched coat. “Well, I come from the er, southwest. Maybe thats why weve never met. Im really hungry, though, Patchcoat. I expect youve seen tracks around here. Maybe theres a camp of woodlanders nearby. They usually give me food in return for my healing skills.

Patchcoat rubbed his lean stomach. “Aye, Im hungry too. Theres not much future in eating grass and drinking dew. Listen, Besomtail, maybe I can travel along as your assistant. I passed a place earlier today that might be just what were looking for.

Fortunatas ears stood up. “You did? Where?

The strange fox waved a paw. “Oh, round and about, you know. I didnt stop because those woodlanders always drive me off, for some reason. Huh, youd think I was out to steal their young. It looked like a well-stocked hideaway. I expect I could find it again.

“I cant blame them driving you off, friend Patchcoat, Fortunata sniggered. “You certainly dont look anything like a baby fieldmouse on posy day.

Patchcoat threw back his head and laughed wickedly. “Hahaha, look at yourself, you raggedy-bottomed tramp. Any honest woodlander would run a mile from you. Lets join forces. Come on, how about it? You wont find the place without me.

Fortunata rubbed her whiskers as if she was giving the matter some earnest thought. Finally she thrust out a paw. “All right, Patchcoat, she agreed. “Wed better stick together, I suppose. Shake paws, fox.

“Aye. Shake paws, fox.

Left paw met left paw as they intoned the ritual of villains,

Shake paws, count your claws.
You steal mine, Ill borrow yours.
Watch my whiskers, check both ears.
Robber foxes have no fears.

Ben Stickle was observing the scene from the cover of a humped loam bank. He scurried off to report to the Corim that the Mask, alias Patchcoat, had made contact with Fortunata, alias Besomtail.

The Mask would lead Fortunata a merry dance through Mossflower before evening fell over the woodlands.

It was mid-afternoon when Chibb left the cell window at Kotir. Gingivere sat in the straw with his two little friends, patiently explaining the message sent by the Corim.

“Now, if a ferret looks like a ferret, or a stoat like a stoat, or a weasel looks like a weasel, dont trust them. But if a fox that looks like a fox says that his name is Mask and hes been sent by the Corim, we must do exactly as he says, quickly and without question.

Ferdy scratched his spiky head. “Supposing its a stoat that looks like a weasel with a ferrets nose and a foxs tail, Mr. Gingivere?

Gingivere pushed him playfully backward into the straw. “Then dont trust him, even if its a Ferdy that looks like a Coggs with a Gingiveres fur, you little rascal. Hush now, theres somebody coming. Id better get you back into your bags.

Two weasel guards passed along the corridor, chatting animatedly.

“So what did the foraging party bring back?

“Not a single acorn. The Queens not too happy, either.

“Well, thats only to be expected.

“Aye, but it made things worse when Cludd reported that one of our soldiers had been taken by that big old eagle.

“Who was it?

“A stoat, they say.

“Ah well, as long as it wasnt a weasel.

“Aye. Cant stand stoats myself. Nasty sly creatures.

“Right. Not like us, mate. Anyhow, Ill bet if the eagle attacked one of our lads hed weasel his way out of it somehow.

“Hahaha. Thats a good one. Weasel his way out of it!

The waters of the fast-flowing stream glittered in the afternoon sun. All day the three travelers had wandered along the bank, looking for a shallow fording place. Martin gazed up at the mountains. They were much closer now. He could see the green of vegetation at the base changing to basalt and slate-colored rock which soared upward to snow-covered peaks that seemed to support the sky like mythical columns.

Gonff was singing as he trailed his fishing line along.

O the day is fair and blue,
The mountains lie ahead.
Companions good and true,
Our enemies are dead.
I m longing for the day,
O for that happy time,
When Ill return to say,
Sweet Columbine, youre mine.

As they trekked, Young Dinny dug up edible plants and roots to add to their supplies.

Martin sighted a bend ahead with steep sloping banks. “Come on, mates. The stream looks narrower there. Perhaps theres a way to cross.

He was right; just around the bend was a sight that gladdened their hearts.

A rope stretched across the water, attached at either end by a deep stake driven into the earth. On the opposite bank a white willow trunk lay in the shallows. Gonff twanged the tautened fibers of the rope.

“Its a ferry, mateys, he told them. “See on the other bank? Pity it isnt on this side of the water. Never mind, even if it means getting wet well cross on this rope.

Two pairs of unwinking eyes watched them from behind the log on the opposite shore.

Martin waded into the river, holding the rope as a guideline.

“Come on, its not too bad, he called. “Stay on this side of the rope, then the current wont sweep you downstream.

Dinny and Gonff followed his example. The going was not too difficult. Paw by paw, they began pulling themselves through the stream. Halfway across, it deepened. They were floating now, but still going forward, aided by the rope.

A shout rang out from the far bank, “Stop right there, strangers!

A snake and a lizard emerged from behind the willow trunk.

“Looks like trouble, eh, Din, Gonff whispered.

Martin ignored the warning, continuing to pull himself forward.

Dinny called out a friendly hail. “Goo day to ee. Usns ony a crossen, no need tbe afeared.

The snake reared up, flickering a slim tongue. “Hssss. Nobody crosses without paying us. Im Deathcoil and this is Whipscale. We are the ford guardians. Pay us, or pay with your lives.

Gonff caught up with Martin. “I dont like the look of those two. Has that snake got adder markings?

Martins warrior nature rose. Tightening his grip on the rope with one paw, he unslung the broken sword from around his neck.

“Looks a bit skinny and undersized to be a true adder, Gonff, he reassured his friend. “Im pretty certain that the other one is only some kind of newt. Leave it to me. Well soon find out.

It was now apparent to the ford guardians that the travelers were coming across.

“Whatve you got for us? the lizard asked, his voice harsh and aggressive. “Come on, move yourselves. Up on the bank here, and empty those packs out. Quick, now!

Martins face was grim. “Listen, you two. You dont frighten us. Were travelers and we arent carrying anything of value, but well fight if we have to, so youd better stand clear.

The snake lowered his head onto the rope, glaring wickedly at them. “Hsss, fools, one bite from my fangs means death. If you have no valuables, then go back and get something to pay our toll with.

Martin yanked down on the taut rope, letting it go with a twang. The line sprang upward, vibrating. The snake was hammered on the lower jaw several times before he was tossed flat on the bank. “Hows that for starters, worm, Gonff laughed. “Stand up straight, and Ill give you a taste of my dagger when I get ashore. Come on, Din.

The mole waved a hefty digging paw. “Oill make knots in ee, then oill teach yon glizzard sum manners.

The three friends bounded up on the bank, dripping but determined. Martin advanced, wielding his broken sword; Gonff drew his dagger as he and Dinny spread in a pincer movement; the mole whirled a pack loaded with plants and roots.

As they closed for combat, the snake flicked his coils at Martin. “Hsss, youll leave your bones on this bank, mouse!

Chapter 26

Fortunata was becoming irate with her traveling partner. “By the fang, Patchcoat, Im certain weve passed this same yew thicket three times today. What are you playing at, in the name of foxes?

Patchcoat whirled upon the vixen, pulling out a long rusty knife. “Are you calling me a liar, Besomtail? Think I dont know where Im going?

The vixen backed off, licking dry, nervous lips. “Of course not, friend. Im sorry, this forest looks all the same to me. Im a healer, not a pathfinder, you know.

Patchcoat grunted, as he sheathed his knife. “Huh, Im no trailmaster myself. Im a mercenary by trade. Id swap a good barracks for this lot any day. Never mind, not far to go now.

Fortunata pushed aside an overhanging branch. “A mercenary, eh? Soldier for hire. Well, you do right by me and I might be able to find you a good barracks. I could have you made into a Captain.

“A Captain, you say. Where at?

The vixen winked. “Tell you some other time. Are we nearly there?

“See that big oak? Patchcoat asked, pointing. “Its got a hidden door between the main roots. Follow me.

At the sound of knocking, Bella opened the door of Brockhall the merest crack. Skipper and Amber craned their necks to see the visitors as the badger called out gruffly, “Who are you? What do you want?

Fortunata made a fawning bow. “My name is Besomtail. This is my assistant, Patchcoat. Are there any among you who require the services of a healer?

Lady Amber showed her teeth. “We dont need your mumbo-jumbo, fox. Now clear off, quick!

“Oh, please have pity on us, Mask whined pitifully. “Weve fallen upon hard times. Foxes are always driven off, even when they have traveled far, seeking honest work. We do not mean harm to any creature. We are starving.

Skipper winked at the badger. “Oh, let em in, Miz Bella. Surely we can manage a bite and a sup for these two cruising fleabags?

Bella opened the door wide. “Come in, foxes. But mind you behave, otherwise you may find yourselves hanging by the tails from a high branch.

Once inside, Fortunatas eyes roved ceaselessly, noting every detail of her surroundings. Abbess Germaine entered the room, accompanied by two small hedgehogs dressed in blanket cloaks and cooking-pot helmets.

“Ferdy, Coggs, take these two travelers to the kitchen, she ordered them. “Ask Goody to feed them, please.

Goody Stickle fed the unsavory duo some leftover spring vegetable soup with bread and cheese. They ate ravenously.

“Dearie me, it looks like you two aint eaten since last harvest, Goody remarked. “Ill cut more bread n cheese, then you can earn your keep by scouring some pots and pans before you eat us out of house and home altogether. Thatll save my old paws a job.

Reluctantly the foxes finished their meal. Afterwards they faced the formidable stack of dirty kitchenware heaped in bowls of water.

The vixen curled her lip in disgust. “You wash and Ill wipe.

Mask shook his head. “Oh no. A healer needs clean paws. You wash, and Ill do the wiping.

As they worked, Mask whispered to Fortunata, “What dyou make of this place, Besomtail?

“Well, theyve certainly got a comfy den here, she replied. “Well-stocked, too. But hark, Patchcoat, theyre soft and innocent as new bread. Look how easily we got in here.

Mask tapped his nose knowingly. “A right bunch of woodland bumpkins, eh? One good squad of soldiers could tie their whiskers in knots.

Fortunata passed a large pan to be wiped. “How would you like to be in charge of that squad, Patchcoat?

“Would this have anything to do with that Captains job you mentioned earlier? Mask whispered out the side of his mouth.

Fortunata wiped her paws on a towel. “Aye, it would. Ive been watching you, Patchcoat. Youre a fox after my own heart. Now listen carefully and stick by me. We can both come out of this as two rich and powerful foxes if we play both ends against the middle.

A fraction before both sides joined in combat there was a deep gruff shout from the reeds. “Whoooaaahhh, gerroutofit!

A small, ferocious shrew, armed with a heavy hornbeam club, hurled himself roaring onto Deathcoil and Whipscale. He belabored them mercilessly with swift hard blows.

“Whatve I told you two filthy reptiles? he shouted. “Gerroff my bank. Here, take this with you, and this, and this too!

The snake and the lizard were thrashed into the stream.

“Ouch, ow, no, please, owoo, ooff! they cried.

The bad-tempered shrew slammed his club down hard on Whipscales tail. It flew off into the air, and he batted it into midstream with an expert flick.

In the water, a pattern of dirt floated away from Deathcoil, showing that under the dark bruises he was only a common grass snake.

The shrew turned to Martin and his friends, gesturing toward the unlucky pair in the stream. “See, a grass snake and a newt. Pair of nuisances, Ive warned em before about threatening honest travelers. Go on, clear off you snotty vermin. Just let me catch you around here again, and Ill make you eat each others tails!

The snake and the newt were carried off by the current, hissing dire threats now they were out of reach of the shrew and his club. “You wait, youll pay for this, you havent seen the last of us.

A well-aimed stone from Gonffs sling bounced off the snakes head; another from Martin stung the newts severed tail stump.

The shrew nodded approvingly. “Slingmice, eh? Good shots. This clubs my weapon. They wont be back for another dose of this.

Martin smiled. He liked the shrews truculent manner.

“Thank you, sir, he said warmly. “I am Martin the Warrior. This is Gonff the thief, and this Young Dinny, our mole friend. We are travelers, as you see, bound on a quest to Salamandastron.

The shrew shouldered his club. “Sala what? Oh, you mean that big place tother side of the mountains. Well, Im called Log-a-Log Big Club. I own the ferry round here. You should have given me a shout, like this.

Log-a-Log cupped his paws around his mouth, bellowing out in a deep voice which echoed off the mountains.

“Logalogalogalogalog!

Gonff put his sling away. “We would have if wed known, matey. Do you live around here?

Log-a-Log parted the reeds, revealing a cave hewn into the bank. “Aye. I live alone. I expect youre hungry; travelers always are. Come inside. Ill tell you all about it.

Inside the cave was a nest of untidy odds and ends. Fishing nets draped the walls, a fire smoldered in one corner, many tools lay all about a large, skillfully made boat that dominated the living area. An old black water beetle sat by the fire.

The travelers found seats amid the jumble, and Log-a-Log served them steaming bowls of freshwater shrimp soup with arrowhead bread and spring radishes. He sat stroking the beetles back.

“I call this fellow Grubwhacker. He lives nearby, comes in and out of here for his food, just like a pet. That there is my boat. Its about finished. I was going to try it soon in the stream.

Martin felt the sturdy polished hull. Its beautifully crafted, Log-a-Log. You know about boats, then?

The shrew picked up a spokeshave. He took a sliver off the stern. Ships, friend, ships. Though Im a ferry-puller, like all my family, we used to live with our tribe on the banks of the River Moss, far to the north of here. One day, several seasons ago, we were invaded by sea rats who sailed inland. They took many of us captive and put us to the oars of their galley. Some died there, but I escaped. One night I slipped my chains and went overboard, just south of Salamandastron. I swam ashore. Do you see those mountains? Well, I couldnt cross them, so I walked around them. Ha, that took a season or two, I can tell you. Eventually I found my way to this placethe Great South Stream, I call it. One day Ill go back to my village, where the shores and flatlands meet the woods on the River Moss. Until then, well, here I am.

Martin put down his bowl. “Then youve seen Salamandastron?

“Oh aye, passed it a few times when I was in the galleys, Log-a-Log agreed. “Big mountain, fiery at night. Sea rats dont like it, though.

Martin nodded. “Yes, Ive heard about the sea rats. My father went off to fight them up north. He was never heard of again. Tell me, Log-a-Log, do you know the way to Salamandastron?

The shrew pointed with a ladle. “Over those mountains and due west.

Dinny was stroking Grubwhacker. “Hurr, can ee go thurr by stream, Gloglog?

The shrew paced the cave with his lips pursed. Silently they watched him. Finally he stopped alongside Dinny and the beetle. Taking a loaf and a piece of cooked fish, he placed them upon Grubwhackers back, where they could be carried without falling off. Log-a-Log patted his pet affectionately.

“Go on Grubwhacker, he told him. “Back to your missus and the little uns.

The beetle trundled off obediently.

The shrew turned to Martin and his friends. “Right. Load the boat up with supplies. Ill get the mast and sail ready to rig up.

Gonff stood up. “Why, matey, what are we supposed to be doing?

Log-a-Log grunted as he heaved a heavy mast timber from the back of the cave. “Were going to see if that old stream will take us under the mountain. Thats the shortest route to Salamandastron. I wouldnt chance it on my own, but now that Ive got a crew

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Book 2 - Salamandastron