Brian Jacques - Redwall #20 - Eulalia!

Stringle nipped smartly out of kicking range. "We killed their chief, that Log a Lug sh'ew. They ran an' hid in Red-wall. It wuz too hard t'get 'em out, we charged, but they beat us back. Not jus' sh'ews in there, Boss, they got streamdogs, 'edgepigs, treemouses, loads of 'em. Six of ours was slayed, an' more'n ten injured!"

Gruntan eyed the south ramparts sourly. "An' ye reckon they've got the place well guarded."

Stringle looked grim. "Nobeast could take Redwall!"

Gruntan's stomach wobbled as he gave a mirthless laugh. "Who told ye that? You lissen t'me, mate, there's more ways of killin' a mouse than tellin' it jokes until it dies laughin'."

Stringle scratched his tail. "Wot d'yer mean, Boss?"

Gruntan Kurdly was not prepared to give Stringle explanations, he waved a paw dismissively. "You go an' stay with the horde, tell the cooks to git my brekkist ready. Oh, an' ye'd best send out some scouts to take a look round that Abbey. May'aps one of 'em might 'ave the sense to find a way in." Gruntan continued to stare up at the Abbey walls, bright new prospects opening up before him. "Redwall, eh, now that's a place where I could be a

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real boss. Hah, wouldn't need no liddle boats then, I'd stop all me rovin' about. Oh aye, sittin' in a big, comfy chair, by a nice, warm fire on rainy days, Jus' givin' orders, an' eatin' vittles. Haharr, that'll be the life fer Gruntan Kurdly!"

Stringle dispatched eight scouts to sound out the perimeter of the Abbey. Two female Brownrats, Tantail and Dirril, were alloted to the west wall. Not wanting to walk along the path, which ran in front of the main gates, they chose to inspect the Abbey from the ditch. Ducking their heads, to avoid being seen from the walltops, the two Brownrats marched along the dry ditchbed, straight into Firty and Gerna. Unaware that they had company, both crewrats were digging into the ditchside, just as Vizka had ordered, trying to find a better tunnelling site. The Brownrats watched them in silence, until Firty stopped to mop a grimy paw across his brow. He turned and saw them, bringing his spearpoint to bear on the two big females, who stood head and shoulders over him and Gerna.

"Who are ya, an' worrya doin' 'ere?"

Dirril promptly kicked him in the stomach and wrenched the spear from his grasp. She pointed the weapon toward the Abbey. "Are you from in there?"

Gerna had been digging with his knife, and a sharpened stick. He looked up at the much larger Brownrats, gesturing uncertainly up the ditch with his blade. "Ya better not try anythin' wid us, we're wid Vizka Longtooth, an' he's cap'n of a big crew, see!"

Tantail advanced on him menacingly. "If'n ye don't come from inside o' that Abbey, we don't give a tailflick who y'are, 'cos we're part of Gruntan Kurdly's horde. Now give me dat blade!"

Gerna was scared, his voice trembled as he spoke. "No, I won't, dis is my knife."

With a swift move, Tantail knocked the knife from Gerna's paw. Grabbing the smaller rat by his ears, she

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began pummelling him soundly. "Ye liddle snit, I'll teach ye to wave a knife at me!"

Firty protested as he tried to rise. "Yew leave 'im alone, wait'll Cap'n Vizka 'ears about dis. Git ya paws off 'im!"

All that this earned the unfortunate Firty was a severe beating from his own spearhaft. Both the Brownrats set about their victims, sniggering cruelly. "Cap'n Vizka, eh? Heehee, you've got us really frightened now, mate, he sounds a real terror, does Cap'n Vizka!"

Tantail had Gerna in a headlock, punctuating her remarks with stinging punches and slaps. "Never even heard of 'im. Lissen, snotnose, when ye get back to this Vizka idjit, tell 'im ye met up with two o' Gruntan Kurdly's Brownrats!"

Dirril had already broken the spearhaft over Firty's back, but she continued belabouring the helpless crewrat with the bottom half of it. "Take this message to yore cap'n. Tell 'im to run for 'is life, 'cos Kurdly's horde is here now!"

Back up at the start of the main excavation, Vizka Longtooth was in a calmer mood. The hole in the ditchside was actually beginning to take shape. It was almost the length of a stoat's body. He could tell this because there was a stoat digging in the hole, and just his tail was visible. He was working in there with a weasel, scrabbling out earth, which was being carried off and dumped by the rest of the team. The golden fox was sunning himself on the far ditch-wall when Firty and Gerna staggered up. Nursing various injuries, the pair gasped out their report.

"Cap'n, we wuz attacked an' set on!"

"Dey jumped us an' battered us sumthin' fierce, Cap'n!"

Vizka held up a paw and they both fell silent. "Now, gimme straight answers! Who did this, Firty?"

The small crewrat was nursing a torn ear, he spat out a tooth before speaking. "Two big, brown ratwives I t'ink dey wuz, Cap'n!"

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The workers had stopped to hear what was going on. When Firty said that he and Gerna had been beaten up by a pair of ratwives, they chuckled aloud. Vizka silenced them with a single glance. "Did ya tell 'em you wuz Vizka Longtooth's Sea Raiders?"

Clutching a broken tail, and squinting through a badly swollen eye, Gerna answered. "Aye, Cap'n we told 'em, but der one who was knockin' me round called me snotty nose, an' guess wot she said?"

Vizka shook his head. "I can't guess, so tell me."

Gerna told him, word for word. "She said, when ye gets back ter dis Vizka idjit, tell 'im ye met up wid two o' Gruntan Kurlie's Brownrats. Dat's wot she said!"

The golden fox picked up his mace and chain, addressing the twoscore vermin of the work detail. "Any of youse ever 'eard of a curly Brownrat?" There was a mass shaking of heads. Vizka began swinging his mace and chain, turning to Firty. "An' where'd ya run into dese two big, tough ratwives?"

Firty pointed. "Down der ditch a piece, jus' past der bend, Cap'n." As he spoke, the two Brownrats hove into view.

Whirling his weapon, Vizka broke into a run. "Let's ger-rem! Chaaaarge!" Tantail and Dirril fled, with Vizka and twoscore of the Bludgullet' 's crew hard on their tails.

Granspike Niblo was alone on the west wall, she hailed the defenders on the south walltop, shouting and waving her pinafore. "Skipper, hurry, there's something goin' on over here!"

Skipper came bounding across, with Barbowla and an assortment of otters, Guosim shrews and Redwallers following him. "We 'eard some shoutin' o'er there, marm, wot was it?"

Granspike's head only reached to just below the battlements. She stood on tip-paw, pointing. "Down there, in the

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ditch I think. Somebeast shoutin' charge. I think it must've been vermin."

Barbowla looked down into the deserted ditch below. "Well, whoever it was has gone now, Skip. Brownrats, d'ye think?"

The otter chieftain leaned over the battlements. "Mayhaps 'twas, though it might've been them vermin who Orkwil said were chasin' him an' the badger. As y'say mate, they've gone now, so we might never know. Good riddance t'them, says I."

Some of the wallguards stayed to discuss the curious incident, but the majority began trooping over to the south walltop to patrol their former positions. Orkwil was still on the west wall, where he had been joined by Maudie.

The haremaid suddenly twitched her long, keen ears. "I say, what's that bloomin' rumblin' noise?"

The young hedgehog jiggled a paw in his ear. "What noise, I can't hear anyth ..." His voice rose to an urgent bellow. "Here they come agin! Look!"

Everybeast hurried to the battlements, where they stood gaping in astonishment at the spectacle.

It was Vizka Longtooth and his twoscore vermin. This time they were the pursued, not the pursuers. Open-mouthed, wide-eyed, they were running for their very lives, with most of Gruntan Kurdly's horde thundering along in their wake. A cloud of dust rose from the dried-up ditchbed, as the entire mad stampede rumbled by, heading north at top speed. The onlookers' heads swivelled from left to right, following the mad procession as it shot by, in a welter of noise, dust and churned-up weeds and vegetation. Then it was gone, north up the ditch and into the distance.