Part 29 (1/2)
Chugger's latest order interrupted her rebellious musing.
”Find more bowls for the sh'ews, miz Trimp!”
Trimp turned on Chugger, paws akimbo, shouting shrilly, ”Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir! Perhaps you'd like me to scrub the decks and polish the oars!”
Chugger's reply left her speechless. ”No no, do that later, jus' stop shoutin' for now. My ole granpas're gonna take naps. Hush y'noise now!”
It was some days later, and the weather was getting noticeably warmer. Furmo steered the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle closer insh.o.r.e, hallooing the creatures standing paw deep in the shallows. closer insh.o.r.e, hallooing the creatures standing paw deep in the shallows.
”Dunespike, old mate, how are ye?”
Splas.h.i.+ng about joyfully, the fat old Dunehog Chieftain hailed the boat. ”Sure an' I'm all the better for yore askin', Furmo. Come ash.o.r.e now an' rest yer ould fur!”
Willing paws helped haul the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle above the tideline. Murfo and a gang of young male hedgehogs fell over each other a.s.sisting Trimp ash.o.r.e. above the tideline. Murfo and a gang of young male hedgehogs fell over each other a.s.sisting Trimp ash.o.r.e.
”Faith an' fortunes, missie, but yore lookin' grand, grand. Prettier'n ever, though I says so meself!”
Trimp grabbed an oar and vaulted over them onto the sand. ”Aye, and still well able to take care of myself, thank ye!”
Martin seized Dunespike's paw and pumped it heartily. ”Greetings, Chief, you're looking very well!”
”True, true, I'm gettin' younger by the day, plump as a pear an' brisk as a b.u.mblebee. Well now, c'mon up t'the dwellin' an' loosen off yore belt. We've been watchin' out each day for a glimpse of y'grand little boat. Sure an' the cooks are roastin' the paws off themselves to make ye a grand ould supper. I think we'll even be able to fill Gonff's belly tonight. How are ye doodlin' there, Mousethief?”
Gonff fell into the Dunehogs' speech mode. ”Sure an' if'n I look half as grand as yerself, then I'm twice the mouse I used to be, sir!”
Linking paws and chattering away happily, crew and Dunehogs made their way into the sandhills and entered the cunningly disguised dwelling house. Beau and his friends were quite impressed by it all, and the hare expressed his admiration to all the young hedgehogs, while s.h.i.+elding Trimp from them.
”I say, what a super wheeze, a jolly great place like this inside a sand dune, wot! Well done, you chaps, top marks!”
One of the young males was winking slyly at Trimp. ”Sure an' I'd forgotten how pretty ye are. A hog'd travel ten rough country leagues an' not see the likes o' ye. I'll wager y'could charm the stars out o' the skies with just a flutter of those eyelashes!”
Beau pretended to think the Dunehog was talking to him. He tweaked the creature's ear sharply.
”Mind y'manners, sir, we haven't even been introduced, wot. Though you seem jolly perceptive for a hedgehog. Mind you, I do strike quite a handsome impression on most creatures.”
The Honeysuckle's Honeysuckle's crew found that the Dunehog hospitality was not lacking. For supper they dined on a fine leek and potato soup, followed by mushroom, radish and seafood stew, with an enormous fruit trifle for dessert. After that they sat about drinking cordials and Seafoam Ale while they were entertained by a Spine-tussling exhibition, some lively Dunehog reels and jigs, and various poems, recitations and ballads. Trimp sat with a group of hogmaids and they all flirted outrageously with the young males, who danced and Spinetussled to vie for their attention. Martin sat with Dunespike and Furmo, watching them with amus.e.m.e.nt. crew found that the Dunehog hospitality was not lacking. For supper they dined on a fine leek and potato soup, followed by mushroom, radish and seafood stew, with an enormous fruit trifle for dessert. After that they sat about drinking cordials and Seafoam Ale while they were entertained by a Spine-tussling exhibition, some lively Dunehog reels and jigs, and various poems, recitations and ballads. Trimp sat with a group of hogmaids and they all flirted outrageously with the young males, who danced and Spinetussled to vie for their attention. Martin sat with Dunespike and Furmo, watching them with amus.e.m.e.nt.
Furmo gestured toward them with his tankard. ”Don't you wish y'were their age again, Chief?”
Dunespike shook his great head until the spikes rattled. ”Away with ye, indeed I do not. They're completely mad, all of 'em! I'd sooner have vittles'n'drink any day!”
Martin gave Dunespike a friendly shove. ”You old fogey, look at them. They're young and happy, with not a care on earth. Good luck to them I say, eh, Furmo?”
The Guosim Chieftain nodded his agreement. ”They don't have our problems, mate. We've got to figure how t'get a boat of the Honeysuckle's Honeysuckle's size up a waterfall and past a pine wood full o' painted savages. Aye, an' even when we get by that lot we'll still be battlin' upstream, against the current. 'Tis goin' t'be difficult t'say the least!” size up a waterfall and past a pine wood full o' painted savages. Aye, an' even when we get by that lot we'll still be battlin' upstream, against the current. 'Tis goin' t'be difficult t'say the least!”
Dunespike poured himself some cordial. ”Then why d'ye not find another route?”
”Huh, easy said, Chief, but is there another route?”
”Hmm, let me think. Ah now! What about Northfork!”
Furmo stared over the rim of his tankard at Dunespike. ”Northfork? Does it run up this far?”
”Sure it does an' all, two days of a good pawslog from here.”
Furmo called across to Folgrim. ”Ahoy, mate, d'you know the Northfork stream?”
The scarred otter left off contending for the remains of the trifle with Beau.
”Aye, I know Northfork stream right enough, though I never traveled right up it. I was reared at the southern end of that stream, 'tis where my holt is at.”
Furmo thumped the rush mat they were seated on. ”Of course! It joins up to the stream we sailed here on, about three days down from my tribe's summer camp. Just one thing, though. How're we goin' to get the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle overland to the Northfork stream?” overland to the Northfork stream?”
Dunespike shrugged his powerful shoulders. ”An' how else but to carry it? Sure, me an' the Dunehogs will lend a paw t'do the job. A fine lot we'd be if'n we couldn't help out. That's what friends are for!”
Martin clasped paws with the good old Hogchief. ”And you surely are a great friend to us, sir!”
Dunespike's huge frame shook with merriment. ”Sure an' I wouldn't risk bein' anythin' else to a warrior who can wield a sword like you, Martin of Redwall!”
By first light next morning they were all down on the beach. Dunespike had slept on the idea and awakened with a brilliant solution. Martin and the crew stood on one side, watching as the hedgehog Chieftain put his scheme into action. Two sets of wheels on axles were trundled out from somewhere in the dunes. Dunespike called out orders.
”Here now, Murfo, you an' the lads attend to them wheels. Martin, get that grand ould crew o' yores on the starboard side, an' I'll take the portside with my crowd.”
Paddles and stout poles were thrust beneath the skiff's flat bottom to emerge the other side. Everybeast took firm hold of them. Dunespike roared out, ”Are y'fit now. Lift!”
The Honeysuckle Honeysuckle rose clear of the sand as they lifted. Murfo and the young ones rolled the wheels in for'ard and aft. rose clear of the sand as they lifted. Murfo and the young ones rolled the wheels in for'ard and aft.
”Ah that's grand, let her down now, easy!”
Two Dunehogs with big staples and mallets fixed the axles in position beneath the boat. Dinny whispered to Trimp, ”Hurr hurr, ee boat wot doan't sail on ee seas, oi loiks et. Yon Dunespiker be a gurtly h'intelligent 'og, burr aye!”
There was some minor trouble getting the wheeled vessel through the dunes and off the soft sand. However, once they hauled her up through a low gap in the clifftop, the going was good. It was fairly flat scrubland, gra.s.s and hardpacked earth, and there was no call to use the pulling ropes. With her sail up, the Honeysuckle Honeysuckle caught the wind and rolled along unaided. Beau and the other three elders were aboard her, with Dunespike, Trimp and Chugger. The rest trotted alongside, sometimes even having to tug on the towropes to slow the caught the wind and rolled along unaided. Beau and the other three elders were aboard her, with Dunespike, Trimp and Chugger. The rest trotted alongside, sometimes even having to tug on the towropes to slow the Honeysuckle's Honeysuckle's progress. progress.
Gonff laughed. ”Just think, if'n there was no woodlands 'twixt here an' Redwall, we could've sailed home by land!”
Later in the afternoon, the land began a mild uphill slope and the breeze died completely. They split into two parties, one for'ard, pulling on the towropes, the rest at the stern, pus.h.i.+ng. But the skiff still ran fairly smooth on its wheels, so it would have been no great effort were it not for Chugger. The little squirrel had attached a gull feather to a pole, and he dashed back and forth, tickling the pullers and pushers mercilessly and haranguing them.
”c.u.mmon! c.u.mmon! Run, make 'er go plenny faster, or cap'n Chugg tickle you tails off!”
Trimp decided she had put up with enough. Looping a line about the tormentor, she relieved him of the pole and tied him to the mast. Chugger set up an immediate clamor.
”I a cap'n, lemme go! 'Elp me, ole granpas, mista Din, mista Fol, 'elp Chugg!”
But no help was forthcoming. Quite the opposite, in fact. Beau took hold of the feathered pole and began tickling his adopted grandsquirrel.
”See how you like it, sah, wot! Silence now, or I'll jolly well tickle the tip of y'nose an' make you sneeze ail season. Now, what d'ye say t'that, cap'n Chugg?”
”Choppa you tail off, Beau, an' Chugg not make you any no more skillyduff!”
Beau slumped down beside Vurg, nodding sadly. ”No skilly'n'duff eh wot. Ah well, such is the fate of a blinkin' mutineer, old chap!”