Raddi came to his help. "Git the others round 'ere, where we can keep an eye on 'em. We'll carry on watchin' this front gate for a while."
Dinko shrugged. "Wot good'll that do?"
Daclaw cuffed him across the ears before speaking. "Aye, wot good'll that do, eh?"
Raddi explained, "Well, if'n they've slaved Globby, they'll throw 'is carcass out 'ere in this ditch, mebbe. Then we can tell Zwilt wot 'appened. It'll show 'im that at least we was carryin' out orders properly. Don't stand there gawpin', young Dinko. Get the others an' bring 'em round 'ere, go on!"
Granvy unbolted the small east wickergate, peering out at the verdant woodland. "It looks peaceful enough to me."
Skipper strode out ahead of Brother Tollum and some squirrels, all of whom were carrying woodcutting tools. He paced the tree line closest to the wall. Looking up, he noted several long limbs and branches, some of them almost touching the battlements.
"Brother Tollum, start with yonder sycamore, then take that beech next to it. Oh, an' there's an oak further along. Tell yore crew t'chop 'em well back, all those long branches."
The gaunt Bellringer nodded solemnly. "Right y'are, Skip. We'll get right to it!"
The Otter Chieftain made for the east wallsteps, where he met a group of Dibbuns about to go up.
"Ahoy, mateys! Where do ye think yore off to?"
Guffy the molebabe was waving a table fork, which he deemed a very useful implement. "Ho, doan't ee fret about us'n's, zurr. We'm a-goin' up thurr to 'elp out, hurr aye!"
The big otter smiled. "Well, thankee, mates, but you
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ain't allowed on the walltops until you've growed a bit. I'm afraid 'tis a bit dangerous for Dibbuns. Run off an' play, now, there's good liddle beasts."
Foremole Darbee and his crew were on the ramparts. Though not greatly fond of heights, the moles worked industriously. Tollum's squirrels would tie ropes to the chosen branches, throwing them across to the moles. Tugging hard on the ropes, the molecrew stopped the branches springing and bouncing. It was a lot easier to cut the wood once it was held steady. Whenever one was sawn or chopped through, Skipper would yell, "Ahoy, mates, heave 'er away!"
Some hefty limbs were hauled onto the walltops. They were dropped down to the Abbey lawns, where other Red-wallers would cut them into small lengths, either for Friar Soogum's firewood store or for Cellarmole Gurjee's workshop. Good timber was never wasted.
The Ravager group were crouching in the ditch by the west wall, when Daclaw held up a paw for silence. He listened intently.
"Where's all that noise comin' from?"
"Shall I go an' see, Chief?" Dinko volunteered.
Daclaw ignored him, pointing to a fat weasel. "Slopgut, you go. See wot it is an' report straight back."
Dinko did not like being left out. He was curious. "Wot d'ye think it is, Chief?"
Daclaw stamped on the young rat's tail. "We'll get t'know when Slopgut gits back. Why d'ye think I sent 'im, thick'ead? Now, shut yer trap!"
The work was going well on the east side. Stout branches of sycamore, beech, oak and hornbeam were being sawn into manageable sections by Sister Fumbril and a big hedgehog named Bartij, who besides being the Infirmary Sister's aide, was also Redwall's orchard gardener. To
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gether they worked a double-pawed logsaw, keeping up a steady rhythm.
Brother Tollum called out to Skipper, "There goes the last branch, Skip, a nice piece o' spruce!"
Darbee Foremole waved to his crew. "Haul 'er in, moi beauties. Ee job bee's well dunn!"
Granvy clapped his paws cheerfully. "Aye, an' just in time, here comes lunch!"
Hogwife Drull and her kitchen helpers hove into view. They were wheeling two trolleys piled high with good things to eat. Abbess Marjoram was with them. Molebabe Guffy and his friend, a squirrel Dibbun called Tassy, took the Abbess by her paws.
"Yurr, marm, cumm an' see all ee wudd we'm chop-pered up furr ee--b'ain't that roight, Tassy?"
Marjoram chuckled. "Is that little Miss Tassy under all that sawdust and woodchips?"
The tiny squirrelmaid piped up, "I been very, very bizzy wivva natchet, chop chop!"
The Abbess dusted bark chips from Tassy's ears. "Then you should be ready for some mushroom and leek soup and vegetable pasties. Then we've got apple and black currant crumble with arrowroot sauce."
Everybeast surged forward at the mention of the treats to come. They were halted by Skipper's shout.
"Sit down where y'are, all of ye, or there'll be no lunch!"
He bowed gallantly to Drull and the Abbess. "Serve away, marms. Feed these savage beasts, if ye please!"
Guffy scowled darkly as he plumped down on the lawn. "Samwidge beast you'm self, zurr!"
Slopgut had watched the tree-lopping exercise. He scurried back and reported to Daclaw.
Furtively the group leader took his Ravagers around to the east wall--the wickergate was open. Bidding the rest to wait in the shrubbery, Daclaw and his mate, Raddi,
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peeped carefully through the gateway. Raddi watched the Redwallers lunching. She could smell the soup and the other food. The ferret licked her lips.
"I don't blame young Globby wantin' vittles like that. Makes ye wish y'was a woodlander yerself, don't it?"
Daclaw glared at her. "Don't talk like that, mate. If'n Zwilt the Shade hears ye, it's sure death!"
Raddi pulled him back from the gateway suddenly.
"Wot did ye do that for?" Daclaw protested indignantly.
She clamped a paw around his mouth, whispering fiercely, "Didn't ye see? There's two young uns comin' this way. The others haven't noticed 'em. I think they're takin' their vittles out into the woods, mebbe to 'ave a picnic. Lissen, mate, we'll grab the pair of 'em, gag their mouths an' clear out of 'ere fast before they're missed. Are ye ready?"
Daclaw whipped off his tattered shirt, tearing it into two makeshift gags. He passed one to Raddi.
"Ready as I'll ever be, mate. Ssshh, I can 'ear 'em!"
Back inside on the Abbey lawn, everybeast relaxed after the work, lying about in the sun as they enjoyed a well-earned lunch.
Sister Fumbril made certain the Abbess was sure to hear her as she called out her request. "Perhaps some kind an' beautiful creature'll give us permission to carry on with the Redwall Bard Contest. Round about teatime this afternoon, in front of the gatehouse--that's a quiet, sunny place."
Granvy wiped soup from his whiskers, commenting, "Sunny it may be, but quiet? Not with this lot scrapin' fiddles, bangin' drums an' caterwaulin' away. What d'ye think, Mother Abbess?"
Marjoram chuckled. "Then you'd best plug your ears up, my friend, because the kind, beautiful creature has just given her permission for the contest to carry on."
Brother Tollum waited until the cheering had died down
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before he asserted his claim. "Er, I think it was my turn to sing next, right, Granvy?" The hedgehog Recorder sighed. "So be it, Brother. But please don't sing any mournful dirges with a hundred verses."
Skipper smiled mischievously. "Oh, I dunno. I think ole Tollum's songs are nice an' restful. How's about 'The Burial Lament for the Flattened Frog's Granpa'?"
Tollum brightened up slightly. "I know that one!"
There were yells of dismay and groans of mock despair. The Redwallers shouted impassioned protests, plus some rather impudent insults. They carried on eating lunch and joking about various singers.
Nobeast had noticed the absence of two little Dibbuns, who had been trapped, gagged and carried off by a band of vermin Ravagers.
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It was a pleasant enough stream, running from the woodlands out onto the flatlands. However, this was where Oakheart Witherspyk ran the raft aground. The big, florid hedgehog had dozed off at the tiller, causing his craft to bump over some rocks which lurked in the shallows. The Streamlass was a fine old craft, with a blockhouse of logs at its centre. It had ornate wooden rails and a single mast, from which hung strings of washing and a square canvas sail. The faded sign painted on this sail announced "The Witherspyk Performing Players." (Though the sign painter had made a spelling error--the word Performing read "Preforming.")