Brian Jacques - Redwall #22 - The Sable Quean

"Yoo-hoo, Middy, where are you? Yoo-hoo! She taken a h'awful longa time, innen't she?"

Jinty felt something strike her footpaw. She chided Jiddle, "Stop kicking me, it's not funny. I nearly fell over then."

Her brother replied indignantly, "I didn't kick you. What're ye talkin' about?"

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Tura hissed urgently at the pair, "There's somethin' in the water--don't move. Stand where you are. It just brushed by me. Whatever it is, it's big an' strong. Don't move a muscle, it might leave us alone. Stay perfectly still!"

The little ones who were in the water hanging on to the squirrelmaid's tail, plus a few who were large enough to wade on their own, became frightened.

"Whoo, I felt it! Quick, let's get back onna dry bit!"

"Burr, ee'm feels loike ee gurt surpint!"

At that moment, Midda came swimming back, guided by the light from their remaining lantern, which Tura was holding aloft.

The shrewmaid waved. "It goes a little deeper further on, but not for long, then it gets shallower. What's up? Why are ye lookin' at me like that, mate?"

Tura could feel the thing curling slowly around her footpaws. Her voice became shrill, strained with fear. "There's a beast in the water, feels huge'n'slimy!"

Midda halted, feeling her footpaws touch ground. "A beast, ye say, where?"

Tura had both her eyes shut tight. The mousebabe and the little hare perched on her shoulders, clinging like limpets to her ears as she muttered, "Windin' itself round my leg--no, wait, it's let go now. See the water ripplin', Midda? It's headin' over to you. Listen, we're all goin' to back slowly out of the water, 'til we're safe on dry ground."

Midda kept her voice level as she replied, "Good idea, but afore ye do, d'ye mind tossin' me the lantern? Uhuh, it's nosin' round me now!"

Tura threw the lantern, holding it with both paws to keep it up straight. Midda caught it neatly, with one paw underneath and the other catching the ring on the top. Meanwhile, Tura and the others began performing a painfully slow retreat to the bank.

Midda held the lantern down so that its base reached the water's surface. The shrewmaid stood motionless, peer

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ing into the water. When she spoke again, her voice was tense with fright. "Oh, no, it's an eel, a bloomin' giant of a one. I've never seen one like it in river or stream. Wait, it's comin' up!"

Slowly at first, the eel surfaced, its smooth snout poking out of the water. It was a huge female yellow eel, with eyes like milk-hued pebbles. Seeking the warmth of the lantern's crystal glass, it nosed up against it. Midda held the lantern steady as she studied the creature. A feathery dorsal fin rippled down its muddy olive-hued back. As it rose further, the underside was exposed in the lantern light, creamy yellowish, the colour of old ivory. Midda moved her face closer to its eyes--it seemed to ignore her. Then the truth dawned upon the Guosim maid.

"It's blind, Tura. This eel can't see a thing. It was prob'ly born down here an' lived all its life in these dark waters. Look out... ooofff!"

Jiddle could not contain himself; he yelled out, "What is it, Midda? Did it bite ye?"

Midda, who had stumbled sideways, righted herself. She held the lantern up, pointing to the tunnel side. "Look, look over there. It's chasin' those little white fishes. There's a great shoal of 'em!"

Sure enough, the tiny fish reflected the lantern light. Silvery white, like frosted pine needles, they shot out of the water, scattering hither and thither to avoid the eel's hungry jaws. The icy water bubbled and splashed as the monster eel drove its coils along in a lightning pursuit of its sole food source, the tiny cavern fish which were as blind as their hunter. Off they went, in a splashing stampede, with the hungry predator making devastating forays into the teeming shoal.

Midda shouldered Urfa once more, urging the rest forward without delay. "Hurry now, everybeast, back into the water! Stick to the right side of the tunnel. We'll make a dash for it while that thing's busy with dinner!"

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This time there was no argument. They waded quickly in, with Midda in the lead and Tura bringing up the rear. Jinty called out advice. "Pull yourselves along on the wallside--there's a ledge stickin' out. It's much faster!"

Her tip proved true. A thin rim of rock, level with the water surface, stuck out. It was ideal for pulling a body through the water. They practically flew along, spurred on by the fear that the big eel might return at any moment.

Gasping and panting, they emerged from their icy, wet ordeal onto a soily clay-mixed bank. Tura flopped down, relinquishing Diggla, who limped about, trying to rid his limbs of their stiffness.

Jiddle grabbed him firmly. "Sit still here, ye little scamp, an' don't go runnin' off, d'ye hear me?"

The mousebabe stuck out his lower lip ruefully. "I hungry. Diggla be hungry, want vikkles!"

Midda held up the lantern, inspecting their surroundings. "Hmm, should be somethin' hereabouts. Look at all those roots hanging from the ceilin'."

Jinty seized a molebabe who was stuffing her mouth with a soft white substance. The Witherspyk hogmaid began rooting it out of the babe's mouth. "What'n the name o' spikes is that stuff? Come on, spit it out--it might be poison!"

Tura saw the source of the molebabe's feast. "No, look, it's some sort of mushroom. I've seen these before--they're alright to eat."

The mushrooms did not have any stem. They stuck out amidst roots and soil like smooth white shelves.

Midda tasted one. It was quite pleasant, with a nutty, wholesome flavour.

Jiddle chanced a piece. "Hmm, not bad at all. This should keep us goin' until we get some proper vittles."

Diggla ate a bite or two of the white fungus, then started pulling chunks off and throwing them at Midda and Tura. "This not be nice vikkles. Diggla not eat it!"

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Midda wagged a stern paw at the mousebabe. "That's good food. Stop thro win' it about this instant!"

Diggla stopped, warned by the shrewmaid's severity. However, that did not keep him from complaining sulkily, "You sayed we gonna getta h'apple pudden, wiv hunny an' meddycream. Huh, an' straw'bee fizz t'drink. You h'only a big fibberbeast!"

That was when Midda lost her temper. She leapt up, roaring at the hapless mousebabe, "Shuttup, you ungrateful liddle snip. If it wasn't for me'n'Tura, you'd still be eatin' slops an' drinkin' stale water in that vermin prison! I've had about enough of you. Yore nothin' but a spoilt liddle nuisance who has t'be carried everywhere! We should've left you behind!"

This caused Diggla to throw back his head and bellow piteously. "Waaaah! Waaaaah! She shouten at me, an' I h'only a likkle beast! Waaahahaaah! Worra she shouted at Diggla like that for? I never doo'd noffink!"

His cries set the other babes off, weeping and sobbing.

Tura clapped paws about her ears. "Please, somebeast, do something to stop 'em bawlin'. I can't stand it!"

Unexpectedly, it was the Witherspyk hogtwins who did the trick. They bounded forward and performed a comic duet from their troupe repertoire. It was a song in which they acted the parts of two spoilt babes. It caused merriment amongst the little ones, particularly Diggla, who had no idea the lyrics were aimed at him. Jiddle and Jinty cavorted about, pulling tongues and making funny faces as they sang.

"Yah boo, I don't like you, an' I can cry all day, if I don't get just what I want, then you will hear me say,

'I... wanna drinka water, ain't goin' asleep, waah waah boo hoo hoo!

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If you ain't extra nice to me,

I won't breathe 'til I turn blue!

I'll stick me tongue out, curl me tail, an' tweak the bab's snout, kick Granma, annoy Granpa, an' scream an' yell an' shout.

Yah yah boo hoo hoo, see I can cry real tears, an' make me eyes go funny red, an' wiggle both my ears.