They went up a short, curving flight of stairs to the left.
Globby waited a moment before leaving the dormitory. He took a flight of stairs off to the right. It led to another dormitory, one with fewer, larger beds, obviously for the older Redwallers. That was where he watched from the window, and saw the big otter and the Friar heading indoors. The young stoat sat on a bed, reviewing his position.
Where to go? How to avoid the searchers?
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Out in the woodlands, beneath the roots of the giant oak in the system of chambers and caves known as Althier, new captives were arriving constantly. Vilaya the Sable Quean stared down at three tiny squirrels, huddled piteously on the bare floor below her throne seat.
Thwip and Binta, the two foxes who were her jailers, scowled at the new inmates. Binta pointed at them with her cane. "Majesty, they're very young."
The old rat Dirva, sitting on the steps close to Vilaya, shrugged. "The younger, the better. Their kinbeasts will worry more about them."
Thwip coiled his lash. Circling them, he shook his head. "These look too young, I don't give much for their chances. They got nobeast to look after 'em."
The Sable Quean's dark almond eyes glittered as she fixed the fox with her riveting stare. "Is that what you think, Thwip? Then let me tell you what I think. I don't give much for your chances, or your vixen, Binta, if anything happens to these three. If I were you, I'd look after them very carefully. Do I make myself clear?"
Thwip's stomach was so large that he grunted as he bowed low. "I hear an' I obey, Majesty."
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Vilaya's expression changed. Ignoring the foxes, she spoke almost teasingly to Dirva. "I'm so glad. It pleases me when my servants obey me. Does it please you, my friend?"
The old rat rested her chin fawningly upon her Quean's footpaw. "Makes little difference what pleases me, Majesty. Though it does please me to see what happens to anybeast that'd displease you, eh?"
The ghost of a cruel smile crossed the Sable Quean's face. "You always give the right answers, my ugly old friend. Thwip, Binta, take these cringing little things out of my sight, and remember, treat them with care."
Thwip peered around the dungeon chamber. All the young prisoners shrank against the rough rock walls, cowed by the presence of their cruel jailer. His gaze rested a moment upon Midda and her little brother, Borti, then shifted to Tura.
Unfurling his whiplash, he cracked it, pointing at her. "You, squirrel, come 'ere. Move yerself!"
The young squirrelmaid stood shaking in front of him. "Sir?"
He pushed the three squirrelbabes forward with his footpaw. "Yore a squirrel, ain't yer? Well, look after these three. Take good care of 'em, or I'll 'ave the hide off 'n yer with this lash, see."
Binta stood alongside Thwip, brandishing her rod. "You lot, when the vittles arrive, stay back 'til they've been served, or ye'll feel this cane!"
The two foxes stalked out, leaving the young captives in the guttering half-light amidst the shadows.
Tura took a ragged cloth and some dried grass. Making a rough resting place, she laid the three squirrelbabes down on it.
Flandor the otter took off his rough tabard and covered them with it. "Strange they ain't cryin' an' weepin', eh, Midda?"
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The Guosim shrew looked them over sadly. "They're in shock. Wait'll they wake up, poor little mites. Tura, wot's goin' to become of us?"
The squirrelmaid lay close to the babes, shielding them with her body. "I'm too afraid to think, Midda."
Being a chieftain who headed fivescore savage river rats, Grullba Deathwind feared nobeast. He ruled by strength and his skill with the double-headed battleaxe--he was a real barbarian fighter. Even his own crew knew that he could, single-pawed, defeat any three of them. He was not a beast to challenge idly.
When the newcomer appeared unannounced in the midst of his camp, Grullba eyed him up and down curiously. Neither he, nor any of his river rats, had ever encountered a sable. Zwilt the Shade seemed to materialise out of the campfire smoke. He stood impassive, the long, dull-purple cloak draped lazily about his tall body. River rats surrounded him, brandishing an array of weapons. Zwilt ignored them, staring with his dead black eyes at Grullba.
The chieftain returned his gaze, instinctively checking that the battleaxe was within easy reach. His guttural accent split the air like a blade. "Oo arr ya, beast, worra yew do 'ere? Come ta die?"
Zwilt replied with a question. "Are ye the one they call Grullba Deathwind, leader of this crew?"
Some of the rats guffawed but fell silent at a glance from their chieftain. Grullba, his eyes locked on Zwilt, nodded. "Yarr dat's me. Worra dey call yew?"
The tall sable appeared unconcerned as he made his demand. "I am Zwilt the Shade, Commander of all Ravagers. From this day forth, you and your beasts will serve under me."
Immediately the air was filled with danger. A deathly silence fell over the assembly awaiting their murderous chieftain's next move.
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Grullba threw back his head and laughed aloud. "Yarrharrharr! We serve 'im? Lizzen to der deadbeast!"
Zwilt was moving even as Grullba leapt forward swinging his axe. Like magic, the broadsword was in Zwilt's paws as he circled away from his opponent.
The river rats gathered in a big ring, eager to see their chief slay the upstart.
Grullba's weapon made a loud swishing noise. This was because of the pattern of holes forged through the axehead, giving confirmation of his title, Deathwind. However, he struck only empty air.
Zwilt had swayed a mere hairsbreadth to one side, causing his opponent to stagger off balance with the force of the strike.
Grullba recovered swiftly, this time swinging his weapon horizontally, as if to cut the sable in half.
Zwilt took a pace backward, watching the momentum turn Grullba round full circle. The Rat Chieftain gave a roar, charging his foe head-on. Zwilt's cloak swirled; he sidestepped neatly, tripping Grullba as he thundered by. The river rats, who had been cheering their chieftain on, fell silent.
Grullba Deathwind had never even come close to being defeated. Now he was being made to look foolish by the tall, lean stranger. His face smeared with soil and torn-up grass, Grullba arose, breathing heavily.
"Yarr, stan' an' fight, cowwid!"
Zwilt attacked like lightning. The broadsword clanged, sending the battleaxe flying from Grullba's grasp and pinning him through his right shoulder. The river rat screeched in pain as Zwilt ripped his blade free.
A savage kick to the rat's stomach drove Grullba to his knees, head bent as he gasped for air. Zwilt slammed his broadsword into the earth. Picking up the fallen battleaxe, he hefted it, staring at the bowed head of his adversary. Zwilt spat out the word scornfully. "Deathwind!"
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The last sound Grullba heard was the battleaxe singing his deathsong with one whistling swish.
Zwilt tossed the axe aside, retrieving his broadsword. He turned slowly, his cold eyes taking in the faces of the stunned river rats.
"I am Zwilt the Shade, hearken if ye wish to live. From now until you die, you'll serve as Ravagers under the Sable Quean. I am her Commander, you'll obey me. So challenge me now, if you wish to dispute my word."
They stood dumbstruck, not daring to answer. Anybeast who could defeat Grullba Deathwind so easily merited all their fear and respect.
Zwilt pointed his sword at a burly vermin, who was armed with a long pike. "You, speak your name!"
Avoiding the dead black eyes, the river rat replied, "Kodra."
The sable turned his back on them, calling as he strode off, "Stick that fool's head on your pike, Kodra. You'll bring up the rear. The rest of you, follow me. And remember, anybeast stupid enough to desert will be found. I'll hunt him down myself, chop off his footpaws and make him follow me on the stumps. You will receive further orders soon, but for now, march!"
They went without question, with Kodra trudging stolidly along at the rear of the bunch, holding up his pike with the grisly object spiked upon it. The eyes of Grullba Deathwind stared sightlessly over the backs of his former command. There was not a single thought in his head.