Home

Mattimeo Part 7

Mattimeo - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel Mattimeo Part 7 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

Bageye had to think about it for a moment, then he gave a slow smile.

"Oh aye, huh huh, so it will."

A long running chain was brought out, and the prisoners were made to stand as it was run through their manacled front paws and locked at either end. Mattimeo found himself standing between Auma and Tess; Tim and Sam were behind them. Slagar paced the line, checking links and shoving the captives into place. Satisfied that everything was in order, he pulled forth a strange-looking weapon and began twirling it about. It was a short wooden handle, from which ran three braided leather thongs, and at the end of each thong hung a round metal ball. They whirled and clacked sharply as he manoeuvred them expertly.

"I am Slagar the Cruel. You are my slaves now." The silk sucked against his face as he spoke. "When I say walk, you walk. If I say run, you run. If I decide you may live, then you will live. If I take it into my head that you may not live, then I will see to it that you die. If ever you should get the chance to escape or make a run for it, my little toy here will bring you back."

The fox swung the weapon and hurled it. Flailing viciously, it wrapped itself around an oak upright at the end of some pews. The three metal b.a.l.l.s slammed hard into the timber, snapping it off like a dead twig.



As Fleaback retrieved the weapon, Slagar shrugged carelessly at the captives.

'If you had any back legs left at all after my little toy hit you, I'd have to dump you in the nearest ditch because a 82.

slave that is crippled for life isn't much use to anyone." Mattimeo swallowed hard. The cruel one clearly meant every word he said.

Slagar turned to his aides. "Threeclaws, Halftail, we strike south. Keep 'em moving fast. I want a day and a nighf s forced march to put as much distance as we can between us and RedwaU. Wartclaw, Tornear, bring up the rear. If it stops raining, then cover our trail. Use your canes if they start hanging back or turning the waterworks on. Right, quick march!"

The door was pushed aside as the straggling column made its way out into the torrents of rain that shook the leaves of every tree in Mossflower Woods.

It was early evening and the rain hammered down relentlessly. Abbot Mordalfus stood with Sister Agnes on the site of the feast. The roasting pit was a ma.s.s of soggy black embers. Mordalfus threw a sc.r.a.p of parchment into it.

"This was how the fox knew all about us," he explained. "It was Little Vitch who wrote all the information about us. We gave him a home and he was a spy in our midst. John Churchmouse saw him running with those ruffians when they fled."

Sister Agnes's whiskers shook with indignation. "The little hooligan! To think that we took him in, sheltered and fed him, and thaf s how he repaid us, by spying and noting it all down for the fox. Young Mattimeo should have given him a bit more of what he gave him in the orchard, Father Abbot, that's what I say."

"I agree with you, Sister," the old mouse sighed. "Sometimes violence can be fair when it is used as a chastis.e.m.e.nt against badness. Is that Brother Sedge waving to us from the Abbey? Come, sister, there may be some news for us."

As they walked over to Great Hall the Matthias and Methuselah bells rang out. They were out of sequence and not tolled with their usual vigour. Agnes pointed to 84.

the bell tower.

"That will be Cornflower, teaching baby Rollo to make our bells speak. How good of her, she's keeping little Rollo's mind off his mother. He still doesn't know she's dead."

Sister Agnes wiped a tear away with her habit sleeve.

In Great Hall Matthias was drying himself off, in company with Basil Stag Hare, Warbeak and several of her sparrow scouts.

The Abbot shook a stern paw at them. "Where did you go off to without as much as a word to me?"

Matthias tossed the towel aside wearily. "We've been up the north road. Warbeak and her sparrows flew ahead of us. But the rain was too heavy, so there are no tracks."

Basil blew droplets of rain from his whiskers. "Tchah! Bally old rain. They've either travelled up that road a lot faster than we thought they could, or else cut off east into the woodlands or west out onto the plains. Couldn't make out a confounded thing with the old skyjuice pouring down like that."

Warbeak fluttered her wings irritably. "They worms, no can travel faster'n us with cart to pull. We catchem, you see."

Abbot Mordalfus gathered up the wet towels. "So, they could have travelled anywhere in three directions from the road. One thing is certain, no creature can track them in this rain, so what can we do?"

Thunder rumbled outside, a vivid lightning flash streaked across the windows of Great Hall. Basil twitched his ears miserably.

"No signs of this little lot lettin' up, old sport," he said to Matthias. "We're really at sixes and sevens, laddie. Can't sit around and twiddle our paws and can't get out and track'em."

Matthias wiped his sword dry, gritting his teeth angrily. "Track them or not, we can't let them get away with our young ones."

85.

The Abbot folded both paws into his wide habit sleeves. "We'll bury our dead and think hard while we're doing it."

Ambrose Spike and Cornflower kept baby Rollo at their side as they tolled the bells that evening. The sky was leaden purple-grey, and rain poured ceaselessly as the procession of Redwallers marched solemnly to the burying place. Dressed in his ceremonial robe, the Abbot stood over the twin graves, at the foot of which two weeping willow saplings had been transplanted.

Tearfully the woodlanders pa.s.sed in single file, each leaving a small memento to their fallen friends, a young mousemother and a fat little Friar. Some brought flowers, others carried offerings of fruit and nuts, or a treasured object they thought might please, a paw-worked purse, a carved wooden ladle, a dockleaf made from green felt.

Matthias stood alongside Mordaifus, dressed in his full armour, bearing the sword. Together the warrior and the patriarch intoned the prayer for those who would rest forever in the Abbey grounds.

"Suns that set as seasons turn. Flowers grow and wither yet. Who can say what flame may burn, Friends that we have known and met. Look into the young ones' eyes. See the winter turn to spring, Across the quiet eternal lake, Ripples spreading in a ring."

The rain continued unabated as they filed back to the Abbey, leaving Foremole and his crew to replace the earth gently over their fallen companions.

Supper was served in Cavern Hole. Many had no appet.i.te for food, Matthias least of all, yet he forced himself to eat his fill. So did Cornflower, as she fought 86.

back tears for her son and tried gallantly to cope with baby Rollo.

"Eat up, come on, all of you!" the warrior mouse urged his companions in a tight voice. "There's nothing to be done except eat and store energy. Night has fallen and soon we must rest. But first thing tomorrow I will choose a rescue party. Rain or no rain, we strike norm again. I will make that masked fox wish that he had never arrived at our gates, and we will bring our young ones back home to Redwall where they belong."

Rain slashed down through the bushes and trees, drenching slaves and slavers alike. Tess Churchmouse stumbled against Mattimeo and fell heavily into the chumed-up mud, causing the line of chained prisoners to come to a b.u.mping, clanking halt.

Halftail scurried up, swinging his cane. "Gernip! Up on your paws, you t.i.ttle backslider."

Mattimeo threw himself forward, catching the stinging blow that was aimed at Tess. Auma lent a paw to help the churchmouse.

"Up you come, quick, back into line and keep going. If s the only way to stay out of trouble," the badger advised her.

Between them, Mattimeo and Auma hauled Tess upright and shunted her forward.

"Thanks for your help, friend," Mattimeo said.

The young badger shook rain from her striped muzzle. "Listen, I'll give you a tip to pa.s.s on to the others. Don't let the running line drag. Hold it in your paws like this, not too tight, and give yourself enough slack to move easily. That way you won't be tripping up so often."

Mattimeo gratefully pa.s.sed the information to his friends. It worked well. However, Mattimeo was growing impatient with Cynthia Bankvole. She was constantly weeping, stumbling and dragging at the fetters. "Why am I being kept prisoner and made to march through the rain and the wet like this?" she wailed piteously. "I've 87.

never harmed any creature. Look, my habit's all muddy and soggy. Oh, why don't they let us sleep? I'm so tired!"

Mattimeo could stand it no longer. "Oh, stop snivelling and whining, Cynthia!" he snarled angrily. "You've dene nothing but moan and cry since you woke today."

Tess Churchmouse interrupted his ill-tempered tirade. "Mattimeo, don't speak to Cynthia that way! I'm sure your hither wouldn't talk to another creature like mat."

Mattimeo tugged the chain rebelliously. "Well, how am I supposed to talk to her? She's nothing but a whining nuisance. And another thing, why have I got to be like my father all the time?"

"Because you are the son of the Red wall Warrior, weak ones may look to you for defense and protection," Tess replied in a level tone. "Cynthia isn't as strong as you and she doesn't realize the danger we're in. No one has ever treated her in this cruel way before, and to add insult to injury, you start snapping and shouting at her. I know she's only a silly little vole, but that doesn't ent.i.tle you to be nasty to her."

Mattimeo was dumbfounded. Tess was right, of course, but she had no reason to start shaming him within hearing of the others. He was about to start a justifying argument when Vitch strolled up, swinging his cane with a malicious grin on his face.

"Come on, you dozy Redwall lot, keep marching. Be strong like Mattimeo. After all, he's the one you can thank for all this. Slagar wouldn't have chanced within a mile of your precious abbey if he hadn't wanted to steal the famous warrior's son. Ha, just think, you'd all be sleeping safe and dry tonight in your dormitories if it weren't for Matt the brat."

Tim Churchmouse ducked under a whippy aspen branch. He caught hold of it, swung it forward and let it go suddenly. It swiped Vitch across the chest, sending him sprawling in the wet gra.s.s.

The undersized rat sprang up. "Think you're clever, 88.

don't you?" he said, his voice dripping hatred. "Let me tell you something to cheer you up. Me and Slagar took care of the stupid fat Friar, Mrs. Bankvole too, and that dozy tether of yours. Haha, we did them good and proper, killed'em. You won'tbeseeingthemanymore."

Ignoring his chains, Tim sprang forward, dragging die others with him. He was on top of Vitch, biting through his ear before any creature could stop him.

"You filthy lying little ratsc.u.m, I'll kill you!" Tim shouted.

Slagar, Halftail and some others came bounding through the rainy curtain and flung themselves into the fray, laying about viciously with their canes, trying hard to pull the furious Tim oft Vitch. Mattimeo, Sam, Tess and Auma hurled themselves into the melee, kicking and scratching madly. Even Cynthia Vole managed to get a few nips in.

It did not last long. Finally overcome by slavers, the captives were beaten back into line. Slagar blew mud and stormwater through the mouth aperture of his silk mask as he prodded the cane hard against Mattimeo's chest.

"You started this. You're the troublemaker. Well, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget before you're much older."

Vitch lay in the mud, holding his ear to staunch the flow of blood. He pointed at Tim.

"It was that one, he tried to bite me ear off, I was only walking along mindin' my own busi-"

The masked fox struck the raf s outstretched paw with his cane. "I've told you once before, ratface. Now stop s...o...b..ring down there and get up on your paws, or you'll find yourself chained in line with these others."

For long, weary hours the slave line staggered and stumbled through the rain-battered forest. Mattimeo and his friends took turns napping as they marched, each keeping the other moving straight as they s.n.a.t.c.hed a small respite. Brambles tore and tugged at their 89.

saturated habits, which dung tightly about them, making an extra burden to carry. Chain manades rubbed and wore, cutting through fur to sore and chafed limbs. Paws that had been accustomed to soft Abbey sward soon became raw and pierced by thorns, stung by nettles. Caked with mud and drenched in rain, they staggered onward. No one was allowed to walk. The slavers drove them hard and fast, dogtrotting through woodlands and speeding up when pa.s.sing through open clearings. Slagar was anxious to get as far from Redwall as possible while the rain kept covering their trail.

Dawn broke over the column. Sullen grey-black skies rumbled thunder, occasionally flashing forked lightning and keeping up the remorseless deluge of rain. Slagar shielded his eyes as he looked upward. Truth to tell, he was as weary as his slaves or slavers, having to lead, run up and down the length of the line all night and keep a constant vigil against trouble breaking out. He signalled to Wedgeback.

"We'll rest for a while. String 'em out between that beech and the big oak yonder. Keep them under that low fringe of shrub growing between the trees. Better feed 'em first."

The captives were thrown an a.s.sortment of edible roots and plants. Water was everywhere, so there was no need to dish it out. After the lines were wound around the two broad treetrunks the captives were allowed to slump down. Half sheltered from the driving rain, they lay exhausted beneath the low bushes.

Mattimeo was jerked roughly out of his slumber as the chains were loosened.

"Come on, mouse, on yer paws. The Chief wants a word with you."

The young mouse allowed himself to be dragged, half awake and pawsore, by Wedgeback and Threedaws.

90.

Slagar sat awaiting him in a makeshift den at the base of a big spruce.

"Come in, Mattimeo. You two, get about your business. I have something to tell our little friend which concerns only him and me."

Wedgeback and Threedaws departed. Slagar leaned back, the silken hood quivering and twitching as he watched his captive through the twin eyeslits. "Come and sit here, Mattimeo," he said, his voice sounding almost friendly. "Try to keep your eyes and ears open. I don't want you dropping off to sleep just yet. I'm going to tell you a little true story, so pay attention."

The dusty path outside Redwall Abbey had been churned into mud by constant rain. Gloomy puddles and stretches of water lay in the depressions of the road. Matthias pulled his hood up over his ears and signalled to the party waiting at the threshold of the main gate in the watery dawn light.

"We march north!"

Overhead, the Sparra patrols took off into the driving rain. Matthias, Jess Squirrel and Mrs. Churchmouse headed the march. Mr. Churchmouse was still too unsteady on his paws to be in the vanguard with the others who had lost young ones to the fox.

Basil Stag Hare joined them, still nibbling breakfast from a haversack tied about his narrow chest.

"Reminds me of the great rains ten seasons ago, or was it eleven? Filthy stuff, rain. Isn't much fun to drink, either. Sooner have October ale any day."

Matthias could not resist a smile, despite the seriousness of the mission. "Stop chunnering, you great old feedbag, and get tracking for signs."

"What, er, righto sir. No sooner a word than a sniff, quick's the word, sharp's the action, eyes front and all that."

Progress was painfully slow. The ditch to the west and the ftatland one side of the path had to be searched.

the path itself and the woodland fringe on the opposite side were carefully scrutinized. Whether it was the continuous rain or the oppressive sky Matthias could not tell, but an air of hopelessness seemed to pervade the search.

At midmoming they left the path to shelter beneath some trees on the woodland side, squatting to share bread and cheese, pa.s.sing a canteen of blackberry cordial from one to another. The atmosphere was decidedly suppressed as they crouched gazing out at the western plain/ the horizon lost in a veil of rainwater, listening to the ceaseless pitter patter of raindrops on woodland leaves. Each creature had his or her own reelings of sorrow, grief, loss, regret, or just puzzlement as to why this sudden misfortune had been visited upon their peaceful Red wall home.

As always, Basil was first to shake tilings up. The gangling hare bobbed back upon the rainy road once more.

"Wallopin' weasels," he cafled. "What's all mis? Layin' about under the trees like a load of saturated stoats, nllin' your faces like a pile of moonstruck moles, squattin' there with your great jaws flappin' like frogs at a flychasin'. Come on, lef s be havin' you! Form up here, chins in, chests out shoulders straight, paws at the correct angle to the fur of the hindlegs. Last one in line's on a fizzer. Jump to attention like this!"

Basil leapt high into the air, landing squarely on splayed hindpaws. No sooner had he hit the path with a squelch man he shot into the air again with his face squinched tight in pain.

"Yowchaballyhoop!"

Quickly Matthias was at his side. "Basil, what is it, are you hurt?"

The hare held up a hindpaw. "Hurt? I'm bally well near speared to death, old lad. Take a gander at me flippin' paw, will you? I've been skewered by a tree trunk."

92.

Matthias inspected Basil's hindpaw. "Hmm, it's a large splinter, quite deep too."

"Ha, splinter?" The retired regimental hare puffed his cheeks out indignantly. "Splinter, y'say. My life, if that's not an enemy spear or at least a rusty dagger stuck in there m' name's not Stag Hare, sir!"

Matthias tried to keep a straight face. "Righto, Basil, hop over onto the gra.s.s under the trees here. Jess, lend a paw, will you? You're good at getting splinters, er, tree trunks out. The rest of you, carry on north up the path. We'll catch up with you as soon as we've dealt with our wounded warrior here."

Mrs. Churchmouse hefted a copper ladle she had brought along to deal with the slavers. "Right, form up and follow me. Search both sides of the road and the path as well. See you three later."

Basil shook his head in admiration. "That's the good old style. You give 'em mud and vinegar, marm, just like my old mum used to give me. Yowch! Whatcha doin', Jess? Tryin' to hack me old paw off?"

"Keep quiet, you big baby," the squirrel snorted. "Matthias, hold him still while I dig this splinter out. Hold steady now, I think I've got the end of it."

"Ahoo ahah! Easy there, old tree-walloper. Oohooh!"

"Tree-walloper! I'll give you tree-walloper, you flop-eared foodbin. Be still, here it comes. Aha, gotcha!" Jess drew forth a long sharp wood splinter. "Now suck your pad and spit out awhile, then I'll tie a few dockleaves round it. What d'you make of this, Matthias?"

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

The New Gate

The New Gate

The New Gate Book 21: Chapter 3 (1) Author(s) : Kazanami Shinogi View : 123,477
Martial God Asura

Martial God Asura

Martial God Asura Chapter 6143: Phenomenon Signal Author(s) : Kindhearted Bee,Shan Liang de Mi Feng,善良的蜜蜂 View : 57,364,260

Mattimeo Part 7 summary

You're reading Mattimeo. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): Brian Jacques. Already has 995 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com