Part 30 (1/2)
The raven General sprang forward, followed by his rooks. Unwittingly they exposed their backs to the stairs, A hail of arrows and slingstones from the barricade behind them caught the birds unawares. Ironbeak dodged out of the line of fire, his eye smarting from a pebblestone.
”After them! This way, you wormheads, away from the stairs!”
They were halfway across Great Hall when the main door slammed and the tapestry rescue party were gone.
The fuming Ironbeak laid about with his hard yellow beak.
”Useless, stupid blunderers! Worthless, dumping idiots! Where are those chicken-hearted magpies? Quickbill, take those blockhead brothers of yours outside and see where the earthcrawlers have got to.”
The Abbot smiled with pleasure and relief as the long roll of tapestry was fed out of the hole by the moles. . ”You acted courageously, my friends. Martin is certainly back among us.”
Cornflower turned to Foremole. ”Is there a tunnel through to my gatehouse cottage?”
Foremole tugged his snout. ”Aye, missus. Oi dug it meself.”
”Splendid. Sister May, would you come with me tonight? We may as well make use of the tunnels. I have an idea. It may not defeat Ironbeak, but it will certainly give him and those birds something to think about.”
Baby Rollo rolled himself in the tapestry and giggled as Gaffer mole tickled him. John Churchmouse looked 'severely over the top of his gla.s.ses.
”Come out of there this instant, Rollo. What would Martin think?”
Mrs. Churchmouse chuckled. ”He'd probably think it quite nice to have some company after hanging alone on the wall all that time.”
General Ironbeak was in a fine fit of rage as he stalked up and down the sickbay and the infirmary. Mangiz and the three magpie brothers stood stock-still, waiting for his wrath to unleash itself upon them. They had failed to find any trace of the exits and entrances to the cunningly dug mole tunnels.
”Kacha! You slugbrained dolts, do you mean to tell me that you could not find a few creatures carrying the big cloth?”
Quickbill looked down at his claws. ”We searched, we looked everywhere, Ironbeak. There was not a sign of any creature.”
”Not a sign? You speak foolishness. They are earth-crawlers, not birds. They could not fly off into the blue. Where did they go?”
”The big stripedog charged us. General. We could not fight it. By the time you sent us outside, we could not find any trace of them. We did not expect them to come through the doorway like that. You were supposed to have them penned up in that place by the stairs.”
Ironbeak moved like lightning. He pulled Quickbill up against the wall and felled him with a sharp blow from his heavy beak.
”Yaggah! Don't tell me what I was supposed to be doing. You forget yourself, magpie. I am the leader. Mangiz, do your visions see anything? Does your mind's eye tell you where the earthcrawlers went?”
The crow s.h.i.+fted nervously. ”My visions are still clouded, Lord.”
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The raven eyed him scornfully. ”Yaeh! Not the mouse warrior again?”
”Ironbeak, I see what I see. The mouse wearing armour blocks my visions and hovers in my thoughts. I cannot explain it.”
”Ha&tt! Is this the Mangiz who served me in the northlands? I think this redstone house is making you like an old thrush. The mouse is only a picture upon a piece of cloth. We have seen this, we know it is true. I have not seen a mouse in armour striding around here, nor have you, yet you stand there dithering and flapping. 'Lord, my visions are clouded. A mouse wearing armour hovers in my thoughts.' Kachal Get out of my sight. I will do my own thinking. You have foiled me, Mangiz.”
As Mangiz turned to go, there was a scratching and chirping in the doorway. Ironbeak leapt forward.
”Sparrows! Get them!”
The five sparrows who had been listening at the door flew off. Ironbeak and Mangiz were in hot pursuit of them as they rounded the stairwell and flew down towards Great Hall.
”Sparrows! Get them!” Mangiz echoed his leader's cry to the patrols in the galleries.
The sparrows fluttered and veered, not certain of where to go next. One of them was taken by the beaks and claws of three rooks. It stood no chance.
”Sparra, Sparra, down here!” the voice of Constance boomed up from Cavern Hole.
Like four arrows straight and true, the Sparra warriors shot down the stairs and over the top of the barricade, to land safely among their Redwall friends. A lively volley of slingstones discouraged any pursuit by Ironbeak's fighters.
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of Queen Warbeak's brave little army. They told of the long days searching fruitlessly down false trails through 'the thicknesses of Mossflower country in the far south, of hawk attacks and uneasy nights spent in strange trees, of all their adventures, right to the time they found Matthias and his friends in dire peril. There followed a harrowing tale of the hard-won battle, culminating in the death of Queen Warbeak and nearly all her command. Many Redwallers wept unashamedly, for Warbeak and her warriors were great friends and true Redwallers.
There was heartfelt relief and the sadness gave way to cheers at the news that Matthias, Basil and Jess, together with old shrew comrades and some new companions, were alive and well, still hot on the trail of the evil one and his band who had kidnapped the young ones from the Abbey.
The Abbot ordered food to be brought for the weary sparrows, who had flown night and day to be back at Redwall, then he informed them of developments since they had left: the arrival of General Ironbeak and the slaying of the old Sparra folk and the nestlings by the ruthless invaders.
One of the sparrows related what they had heard outside the infirmary door.
Cornflower dapped her paws together. ”I knew it. I was right! Martin the Warrior is watching over us. Oh, I'm so glad I thought up a little plan earlier on. This makes it so much better, knowing that those villainous birds are uneasy about the warrior's spirit protecting our Abbey. Now I think my scheme will really work!”
”I think you should tell us what this plan is before you decide to go off doing things by yourself, young mouse,” the Abbot said firmly.
Cornflower explained.
Mangiz perched in the galleries with Ironbeak. Both birds were watching the floor of Great Hall below.
”General, do you think those sparrows heard us talking?” Mangiz wondered.
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Who cares about a few sparrows? You see, Mangiz, you are worrying about stupid things. It is as I said, you are becoming wary of your own wingshadow now. Leave me alone, since it is I who now has to do all the thinking. You must not bother me with talk of sparrows and armoured mice.”
”So be it, Lord.”
Mangiz flapped off to the dormitories in a sulk.
Ambrose Spike and Brother Dan selected a long barrel stave and set about carving it with their woodworking tools. As he worked, the hedgehog muttered, ”A sword, like the great sword of Martin that Matthias carries. Wish I had it here as a model. Still, I can remember fairly well what it looks like.”
”I can recall the exact details of our Warrior's sword, fortunately,” Brother Dan sniffed.
Ambrose sniffed back at him. ”See that barrel of October ale yonder? I've got to remember to tap it before autumn. See those barrels of cider, I've got to remember to add honey to them in a day or so, or they'll go bitter. Now that big barrel of strawberry cordial, well, I've got to remember to strain it off into jugs for the evenin' meal tonight so that if 11 be cold and clear. So you carry on recallin' what you like about the Warrior's sword, Dan. I've got enough to remejpber, thank you.”
Evening was falling with a glorious red sunset as Cornflower and Sister May, accompanied by several moles, slipped from the tunnel exit into the gatehouse cottage. Barring the door, Foremole checked at the windows to make sure they had not been seen. ”Nary a sign o' burdbags, missus. We'm be safe enuff.” Cornflower went into the bedroom and opened the chest where Matthias kept his warrior's garb.
”See, if s all here. Sister May, the armour and everything. All my Matthias took was his sword. He likes to travel light.”
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