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am, yet somehow I managed the strength to perform a small bit of magic. Let us sleep now. It is late, and
tomorrow we can tidy up here and wash the dishes all except this one.
The Abbess placed the broken halves carefully on the table.
Maybe a lesson in mole logic would not be a bad thing for a wildcat Queen to learn.
Log-a-Log was in his element as leader of his tribe once more, he roused the entire village an hour before
dawn to get the ship under way. With a hundred extra shrews to help, Wuddshipp fairly flew along the river.
When they were not rowing, they were punting, pushing or hauling on ropes.
Come on shrews, hoist sail, Log-a-Log commanded. Two of you on this tiller. Make yourselves
busy. Double up on the oars there. You two in the crosstrees, stir your stumps, the Chief is back. Let s show
these bunny rabbits how to move a craft up our own River Moss.
I beg your pardon, old Log-a-Thing.
Steady on with the name-calling there, O Mighty Leader.
Indeed, we re hares, not bunny rabbits, d you mind.
T. B. sat on the deck sharpening pikes. Odd lot those hares, he remarked.
Seasoned warriors though, Martin said, as he counted swords and daggers. Boar the Fighter taught
them personally. Don t let their silly talk fool you. I wouldn t have them as an enemy at any price, and I
was proud to fight alongside them against the sea rats.
Gonff sniffed the air. His whiskers twitched in the predawn darkness that shrouded the riverbanks.
Trees, Din. We must be in Mossflower. Dawn will soon tell.
The young mole was painting a crude sign to cover the name Bloodwake. It bore the legend Wuddshipp.
He shook his head admiringly, wiping paint from his paws.
Hurr, Gonffen, we m ome again, oi m a-feelen it.
The gruff voice of a shrew in the crosstrees confirmed Dinny s words. Sun arising eastward, trees
growing close, we re in the forest.
Keep her head straight, shouted Log-a-Log, standing out for ard. Furl those sails in before they snag
on the branches. Lively there!
Martin joined him at the prow.
At this rate we should make Camp Willow around midday. I never noticed us navigating the ford that
crosses the path.
Log-a-Log patted the rail. I chanced it in the dark. Good sailoring, see. Old Wuddshipp skimmed the
shallows with her flat bottom. Nice and deep here though, easy going on the oars.
The sun rose above the woodland mists, revealing another hot summer day. Patterns of water light
played along the bulkheads, leaf and branch shadow mottled the decks. The oars pulled strong against the
deep slow current as the big ship nosed its course, farther into the depths of Mossflower.
Chapter 45
Brogg watched Tsarmina as she lay flat upon the parade ground with her ear to the floor.
One of Bane s former mercenaries, a rat named Chinwart, tugged at Brogg s cloak and asked, What s
she up to, Cap n?
Can t you see, she s listening for water.
Water?
Aye, water, wormbrain. What d you suppose she d be listening for, strawberry cordial?
Tsarmina sprang up, hurried across the parade ground and lay near the wall of the building. Listening
intently, she waved a paw.
Brogg, over here!
Yes, Milady.
Get down, press your ear to the wall not up there, down here by the ground.
Oh, right. Here, Milady?
That s it. Tell me what you can hear.
Er, nothing, Milady.
Are you sure, Brogg?
I m certain, Milady.
Well, I can hear water running.
But I can t, Milady.
Hmm, perhaps it s my imagination.
Strange thing the imagination, Milady.
Are you sure you searched below the cells last night?
Positive, Milady.
Brogg, if I thought you were lying to me & You did search there, didn t you?
The weasel Captain noted the look of fear that flitted across Tsarmina s features. He took full advantage
of it.
Your Majesty, I personally went alone to the place beneath the cells where it s all damp and green
with slime and fungus. I searched around that underground lake where the Gloomer lived. The place was
full of strange echoes and dripping sounds. Maybe that s what you ve heard. The place is always full of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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am, yet somehow I managed the strength to perform a small bit of magic. Let us sleep now. It is late, and
tomorrow we can tidy up here and wash the dishes all except this one.
The Abbess placed the broken halves carefully on the table.
Maybe a lesson in mole logic would not be a bad thing for a wildcat Queen to learn.
Log-a-Log was in his element as leader of his tribe once more, he roused the entire village an hour before
dawn to get the ship under way. With a hundred extra shrews to help, Wuddshipp fairly flew along the river.
When they were not rowing, they were punting, pushing or hauling on ropes.
Come on shrews, hoist sail, Log-a-Log commanded. Two of you on this tiller. Make yourselves
busy. Double up on the oars there. You two in the crosstrees, stir your stumps, the Chief is back. Let s show
these bunny rabbits how to move a craft up our own River Moss.
I beg your pardon, old Log-a-Thing.
Steady on with the name-calling there, O Mighty Leader.
Indeed, we re hares, not bunny rabbits, d you mind.
T. B. sat on the deck sharpening pikes. Odd lot those hares, he remarked.
Seasoned warriors though, Martin said, as he counted swords and daggers. Boar the Fighter taught
them personally. Don t let their silly talk fool you. I wouldn t have them as an enemy at any price, and I
was proud to fight alongside them against the sea rats.
Gonff sniffed the air. His whiskers twitched in the predawn darkness that shrouded the riverbanks.
Trees, Din. We must be in Mossflower. Dawn will soon tell.
The young mole was painting a crude sign to cover the name Bloodwake. It bore the legend Wuddshipp.
He shook his head admiringly, wiping paint from his paws.
Hurr, Gonffen, we m ome again, oi m a-feelen it.
The gruff voice of a shrew in the crosstrees confirmed Dinny s words. Sun arising eastward, trees
growing close, we re in the forest.
Keep her head straight, shouted Log-a-Log, standing out for ard. Furl those sails in before they snag
on the branches. Lively there!
Martin joined him at the prow.
At this rate we should make Camp Willow around midday. I never noticed us navigating the ford that
crosses the path.
Log-a-Log patted the rail. I chanced it in the dark. Good sailoring, see. Old Wuddshipp skimmed the
shallows with her flat bottom. Nice and deep here though, easy going on the oars.
The sun rose above the woodland mists, revealing another hot summer day. Patterns of water light
played along the bulkheads, leaf and branch shadow mottled the decks. The oars pulled strong against the
deep slow current as the big ship nosed its course, farther into the depths of Mossflower.
Chapter 45
Brogg watched Tsarmina as she lay flat upon the parade ground with her ear to the floor.
One of Bane s former mercenaries, a rat named Chinwart, tugged at Brogg s cloak and asked, What s
she up to, Cap n?
Can t you see, she s listening for water.
Water?
Aye, water, wormbrain. What d you suppose she d be listening for, strawberry cordial?
Tsarmina sprang up, hurried across the parade ground and lay near the wall of the building. Listening
intently, she waved a paw.
Brogg, over here!
Yes, Milady.
Get down, press your ear to the wall not up there, down here by the ground.
Oh, right. Here, Milady?
That s it. Tell me what you can hear.
Er, nothing, Milady.
Are you sure, Brogg?
I m certain, Milady.
Well, I can hear water running.
But I can t, Milady.
Hmm, perhaps it s my imagination.
Strange thing the imagination, Milady.
Are you sure you searched below the cells last night?
Positive, Milady.
Brogg, if I thought you were lying to me & You did search there, didn t you?
The weasel Captain noted the look of fear that flitted across Tsarmina s features. He took full advantage
of it.
Your Majesty, I personally went alone to the place beneath the cells where it s all damp and green
with slime and fungus. I searched around that underground lake where the Gloomer lived. The place was
full of strange echoes and dripping sounds. Maybe that s what you ve heard. The place is always full of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]