The Bellmaker Part 22

Amid the jubilation it was left for Iris to provide the voice of reason. "Hold hard, you two. We're only a small rescue party. I don't think you've grasped just how large the Foxwolf's horde is. We'd be committing suicide trying to attack Floret, even with the drawbridge down."

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there on her own t' be winkled out an' slain by those foul creatures, can we?"

Gael had been listening to the conversation. An idea was forming in the Squirrelking's mind. "I suggest that you send word to Mariel telling her we are here. If you stay in the valley and hara.s.s the foe to keep their attention off Mariel, it will go a long way toward helping her. Meanwhile, I will go to Furpp's dwelling, and from there I must try to raise up the whole of Southsward in arms to march upon Floret. Mariel has opened up a golden opportunity for us; the time is ripe. I think we will never get a better chance to rid the land of Foxwolf and his horde. The sooner we strike the better!"

Mariel and her two silent friends had shared the flagon of wine and eaten what small amount of food there was to be had in the gatehouse. Rats had gathered on the stairs outside, but so far they had made no move to try to recapture the room. Nagru knew that he would only lose valuable hordebeasts by trying to charge the door, for in such a small s.p.a.ce the badger and the otter could hold the doorway against all comers. The mousemaid was making herself a new Gullwhacker with a thick length of spare drawbridge rope; she sat at the window working at the complicated knots known only to herself. The valley was fresh and green under bright morning sun, deceptively peaceful and calm. The mousemaid's quick eyes took in a slight movement on the wooded slope opposite. "Look, Muta, Rab-see, we have friends close by!" she cried.

The badger and the otter joined her at the window. Mariel gave out a piercing whistle, swinging her half- 291.

completed Gullwhacker out of the open window. "If they can't hear me, maybe they'll see this rope."

A moment later she glimpsed a small figure climbing to the lower branches of a sycamore. It was waving what appeared to be a long dagger. The mousemaid waved back saying, "That's got to be Dandin. I can't see properly from here, but I'll wager anything it's him!"

Dandin climbed down from his perch to where Meld-rum and Iris were waiting.

"Aye, that's my Mariel, all right," he said. "She's got herself a new Gullwhacker. Do you think you could put an arrow through that window, Iris?"

The otter shouldered her bow and quiver busily. "Get me close enough and I know I can, third shot!"

As Mariel watched the three figures duck and weave across the valley floor, she commentated on their movements to Muta and Rab. "Here they come; there's three of them. I think one is Meldrum, but I can't be sure. They're holding a great chunk of bark in front of them as a shield. They must have been sighted by Nagru's rats-arrows are being shot at them, one or two have struck the bark shield, but they're still coming forward. Oh come on, come on, friends!"

Meldrum the Magnificent pulled his twitching ears in below the top of the bark. "The blighters are shootin' at us; nearly had my bally ears pierced just then. Much further t'go, chaps?"

Dandin held tight to the sheet of bark, sidestepping as an arrow thudded into the earth close to his paw. "What d'you think, Iris, is this far enough?" he asked.

The otter squinted through a knothole at the castle. "This will do. Here goes number one!"

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She ran from behind die shield, a shaft already strung tightly on her bowstring. Taking quick aim, Iris fired and nipped uuck behind the shield as a volley of arrows zipped from the battlements at her.

"Too high," she said. "It hit the stones above the gatehouse window, but Mariel knows what we're up to now. She's pulled back out of sight and put a table upright in the window s.p.a.ce. Right, here goes my second shot-it won't hit; it's only a rangefinder."

Notching another arrow on her string, the otter leaped out and fired. She watched the arrow in flight for a brief moment before diving back under cover. ' "Thought so- too low! Give me the arrow with the message tied to it, Dandin. I've got die range now."

Fitting the third arrow to her bow, Iris waited a moment as a hail of arrows pa.s.sed overhead.

"One... Two... Now!"

She sprang into the open, bowstring taut against her cheek, and squinting one eye along the arrow she released it.

Sssssst thunk Muta and Rab stood guarding the door against any sudden attack as Mariel tugged at the arrow buried in the tabletop. ' 'Whew, whoever shot that one knew what they were doing!" she said, admiringly.

Nagru and Silvamord had both been in line with the rats on the battlements, shooting arrows for all they were worth. The Foxwolf put aside his bow as the three figures retreated behind their shield.

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pawed lot, shift yourselves!"

A big gray rat named Crutch was in charge of the ranks that stood six deep blocking the open drawbridge entrance. He saluted Nagru smartly. "All quiet here, Lord. No sign of any attack yet."

The Foxwolf glanced up at the gatehouse window high above. "It will come, though. Crutch, I want this entrance guarded night and day. No lapses-stay alert. Those three in the gatehouse have received a message from their friends."

Mariel unrolled the thin strip of cloth from around the arrowshaft and read aloud the charcoal scrawl to the badger and the otter. "Hold gatehouse long as you can. Gael gone to raise an army. It is war!"

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Pearl Queen skimmed over the summer seas like a great bird, ever southward, cutting white-crested rollers, with webs of sunlit water patterns racing along her hull above the seashadows. Finnbarr and Joseph leaned over the stern rail, watching their vessel's creamy wake trail out until it merged with the distant main. The sea otter squinted at the feathery clouds being chased across the sky by playful breezes.

"We're makin' good headway, Joseph. Let's 'ope our luck stays with us, mate," he said.

could not resist smiling at this remark. "Luck? We've been holed by rocks, attacked by toads, fought off a shark, lost our rudder, had a mast snapped off like a twig, and been chased by a double-crewed shipload of searats, and that's besides losing the Roaringburn current that was supposed to take us to Southsward. What more luck do we need, you puddle-headed old seadog?"

Finnbarr threw a tattooed paw about the Bellmaker's shoulders, hugging him fondly.

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"Yew mizzuble ole bellbonger, I never said 'twas goin' t' be easy, did I? We ain't sittin' on the bottom o' the briny with a sunken ship, that's lucky. May'aps those three liddle orphans we took aboard at the island are our lucky charms, eh?"

Joseph turned and watched the three young ones. They were playing skip the rope on the hatch covers with Rufe, Durry, and Patch. "Poor little mites, they could do with a bit of luck themselves. We're the only ones they've got left in this world now. Benjy will be useful to us; he knows Southsward."

"Wot about the other two young coves?" Finnbarr nodded toward Wincey and Figgs.

"Fortunately they have no memory of Southsward, or if they do, it's never mentioned. From what Benjy told me it was a terrible place to be once the creature called Foxwolf came there. He rules the land by terror; there's none to stand against him and his rat horde. The Urgan Nagru is his other name, and he has a mate called Sil-vamord. Benjy's not sure whether they're wolves or foxes. They murdered and tricked their way into power- have you ever heard of them, Finn?"

The sea otter touched his twin sword hilts ominously. "No, but when we meet I'm sure the pleasure'!! be all mine, matey. I've alms been a freebeast, an' I never could take to tyrants an' conquerors, 'specially those who'd make orphans of liddle uns. Bad fortune to 'em says I, an' I'm the beast who'll bring it to 'em!"

Figgs was not built for rope skipping. She attached herself to Rosie, knowing that the hare was a good food provider.

"Figgs wants pudden, Rosie, more pudden!"

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Rosie Woodsorrel gave a gusty whoop. "Whoohaha-hooh! I say, what a good idea, Figgs. So do I. Come on, old scout, let's chuck those shrews out the galley and see what we can jolly well cook up between us, wot?"

Foremole stumped about opening supply lockers and searching the galley cupboards gloomily. "B'aint much vittles left, miz Rose; we'm should've taked on more supplies at ee island. Burr, soon us'n's be a drinken ee sea an' cooken ee sails furr zoop!"

Rosie frowned as she turned a few withered apples out of a drawer. "Well lack a day, you mean there's no tucker left?"

Log-a-Log crawled out of an empty locker saying, "There's a bit, but not much. I've just been sounding the water casks; we're going to have to ration the drinking water from now on. If we don't sight land soon I think fish would be a good idea, eh, Foremole?"

"Burr, nay zurr Log, we'm 'ad one gurt fish aboard, that wurr enuff furr oi, thankee!"

Figgs followed Rosie about, throwing her paws in the air and repeating over and over, "Lack a day, no tucker's left, lack a day!"

A meeting of the crew was called. Joseph faced them across a small heap of supplies, all that was left aboard Pearl Queen. 's face was grave as he addressed the a.s.sembly.

* 'This is the sum total of our food, and from now on the water is rationed. We must go carefully."

Rosie watched Figgs toddling about repeating her lament: "Lack a day, no tucker's left, no tucker, lack a day!"

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The kindly hare gathered the little otter to her. "Well, I'm not really hungry, doncha know. Give my share to young Figgs here."

Finnbarr shook his head saying, "O no, marm, an' all you others who volunteered t'give their vittles t'the young uns. No, it can't be done. We'd all starve an' they'd be left alone agin. Everybeast must take their rations an' eat 'em t'keep up strength. That's an order!"

Lookouts were posted in the rigging to watch out for land. Benjy sat up on the bowsprit with Durry, Rufe, and Patch. They scanned the horizon constantly with no success. Mid-noon became hot, and the breeze dropped until Pearl Queen was practically lying becalmed. Joseph filled a water dipper from a pail to give the sea otter his ration.

"Looks like that luck you were talking about has run out," he said.

Finnbarr sipped steadily, his single eye roving the sea. "Keep yer chin up, Bellmaker. Bit o' a breeze is all we needs to shift us on t'fresh fortune."

Benjy was the youngest of the four who sat on the bowsprit. He stared unhappily at the empty wastes of water stretching as far as his eye could see.

"Patch, what'll happen if we don't get food?" he asked. The shrew was the eldest by a season. He winked at Durry, saying, "If we don't get food, we'll prob'ly have to eat one o' the crew. That's what they do at sea, ain't it, mates?"

Durry and Rufe went along with the joke. "Aye, that's right. Wonder who Mr. Finnbarr will pick to cook for supper tonight?"

Benjy stood up, paws clenched. "He'd better not choose Wincey or Figgs!"

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"Nah, they're too liddle." Patch dismissed the idea airily. "Us young uns are safe; there ain't enough on us t'make a decent pan o' soup."

Benjy was completely taken in; wide-eyed, he asked, "Does that mean we'll have to eat one of the big uns? Hope it's not Mr. Joseph; I like him!"

Rufe thought for a moment. "Hmm, Foremole might taste all right, or maybe one of the shrews-Log-a-Log, he's plump enough."

"I couldn't eat them, they're nice creatures!" Benjy said, horrified.

Rosie and Figgs were parading round the deck. Rosie was so amused by the little ottermaid that she had joined her in the game. They both went about waving their paws, calling aloud together, "Lack a day, no tucker, tucker's gone, lack a day!"

Pa.s.sing by the four on the bowsprit, Rosie gave them a wave. "Toodle pip, chaps! Whew, this is hot work. Lack a day ..."

Patch cast a sly glance at Rosie and rubbed his paws gleefully. "At least we wouldn't have to put up with Mrs. Woodsorrel laughin' all the time," he said.

Rufe had not really taken part in the grisly joke, and now, unable to stand any more of it, he put a comforting paw around Benjy. "Don't worry, mate, there'll be no-beast cooked aboard this ship. Huh, I'd like to see anyone try to eat miz Rosie!"

Figgs heard the remark and thought it was the signal for a new game. She grabbed the hare's footpaw, crying, "Lack a day, eat miz Rosie, lack a day!"

Rosie Woodsorrel was highly amused, at first. ''Whoo-hoohahahooh! I say, that's a good un young Figgs, eat 3.

miz Rosie, wot? Yowch, y'little villain-she bit me!"

The four youngsters nearly fell off the bowsprit laughing. Benjy stood up and grasped a rope to steady himself. When the laughter subsided, he pointed west.

"Look, what's that? The water's all ripply out there."

In a trice Finnbarr was across the deck and up on the bowsprit alongside the squirrel. "Show me, Benjy, mate?"

"There, see, Mr. Finnbarr, the sun glitters on it!"

"Aye, I sees it, messmate. Joseph! Bring that tiller about; it could be a shoal of small fishes. You young uns, go an' 'elp Log-a-Log rig up some nets. Mebbe our luck is back. Well done, Benjy!"

Joseph and Log-a-Log watched the strange rippling water as Pearl Queen sailed toward it. The shrew Chieftain was plainly puzzled. "Never seen nothin' like that before. Hope it's not rocks under the surface or anythin' dangerous. What d'you s'pose it is, Joseph?"

"I don't know enough about the sea to say, friend. It certainly is odd, though. Our best bet is to follow orders and trust Finnbarr. Are the nets ready?"

"Aye, I've posted Patch an' the rest at the stern. We'll do a spot of trawling if it is small fish."

Figgs had given up trying to eat Rosie. Now she sat on the hare's shoulders, gazing out over the flurrying, rippling strip of sea that came out of nowhere and vanished into the distance. It was about twenty boatlengths wide.

The nets were cast over as soon as Pearl Queen entered the disturbed patch of water. Finnbarr Galedeep hung over the stern peering into the meshes at the gray, wriggling swarms trapped in them. Pulling himself back on deck, he clapped Log-a-Log's back with a paw that was as 301.

hearty as it was heavy, and shouted, "Shrimp! We sailed into shoals of shrimp!"

A cheer went up from the crew. Rosie and Figgs headed swiftly for the galley. "Whoohahahooh! D'you hear that Figgs? Shrimp! Now, I'm sure I spotted some mushrooms and spring onions. Aha, leeks! It's shrimp stew all round for tea, what d'you say, Figgs?"

"Thrimps? Lack a day, tucker gone, Figgs want thrimps!"

Finnbarr helped the crew pull in the nets that bulged with gray, wriggling shrimps. "Haharr, they'll soon be all pink an' tender when they gits cooked," the sea otter chortled. "I wonder, is there any pepper about? Great seasons, there's a dish t'warm the c.o.c.kles of yer 'eart, shrimp stew with hotroot pepper aplenty. Ahoy there, Bandle, steer us out o' this lot now, we got enough!"

A panicked cry rang out from the shrew at the tiller. "I can't hold 'er, Finnbarr. We're bein' pulled into the ripplin' water. I can't get 'er out!"

Finnbarr dropped the nets and dashed to the tiller. "Give it 'ere, mate. This ship ain't goin' nowhere I don't want it to. Come over, Pearll" The sea otter fought with all his strength against the tiller, trying to get the vessel back into calm seas.

Joseph strolled up and stood grinning at him. Finnbarr Galedeep's face was a picture of disbelief. "Joseph, what ails yer, matey? Don't stan' there grinnin' like a witless woodyp.e.c.k.e.r; lend a paw 'ere an' quick!"

shook his grizzled head saying, "Seems like your luck is back, Finn, you old wavedog. Shrimp stew for supper, and you've found Roaringburn again."

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