Brian Jacques - Redwall #16 - Triss

Eating in leisurely fashion, Skipper continued staring at Martin and the blade which rested above the skilfully woven tapestry. For some unknown reason, his eyelids began feeling heavy; and he had put aside the breakfast tray, when a sudden flash of sunlight shimmered on theswordblade. Skipper blinked at the spots of gold and silver dancing across his vision. Martin seemed to be staring at him from the tapestry.

A voice, warm and distant, echoed around the room; the otter was not sure whether it was actually a real sound, or something inside his mind.

Look to the summer, Watch for the maid, A young running slave Who will hold my blade.

Time stood still for Skipper. The sunspots diminished and mist swirled slowly before his eyes.

Hello there, big fellow. Not like you to be taking a nap this early in the day.

Skipper shook his head, coming back to reality at the sight of Abbot Apodemus standing over him.

Er, wot? Er, er, g’mornin’, Father Abbot....

Apodemus looked around at Great Hall. Wonderfully calm in here, isn’t it? I’d join you, only ‘tis too much effort sitting down there and having to heave oneself up again. Pity I’m not as fit as you, Skip.

The otter rubbed his eyes and stood up, respectfully allowing the Abbot to lean on his paw. He supported the old mouse as they walked toward the door, listening to what the good creature had to say.

Cavern Hole’s like a battleground at breakfast rime, far too noisy, between Dibbuns squeaking and scrambling about, and every otherbeast shouting about going on a treasure hunt. Oh dear, it was all too much for me. Let’s take a stroll down to the gatehouse. Malbun and Crikulus are taking their breakfast quietly there, sensible creatures.

Skipper walked along in silence with the Abbot, trying hard to remember what it was he had wanted to tell him. But the otter’s mind was a blank for the present.

Shining dust motes, like tiny slow-motion fireflies, swirled gracefully around the piled-up mass of parchments, scrolls and old volumes on the desk inside the gatehouse. Malbun Grimp and Crikulus the Gatekeeper both had quill pens behind their ears. The quaint pair munched on warm damson scones and sipped elder-bark tea as they sorted through the jumble.

Crikulus moved a pile of scrolls from an armchair and allowed Skipper to plump the Abbot down in it, causing more dust to rise.

The ancient shrew peered over his rock crystal spectacles at them both.

A good mornin’ to ye both. What brings ye here to this dusty dungeon on such a fine day, eh?

Apodemus placed both paws in his wide habit sleeves. This so-called treasure hunt. 1 want your opinion and advice as to such a fanciful venture.

Malbun, a normally placid mouse, became quite animated. She waved her paws about in excitement. Oh, it’s a must, we’ve just got to go, can’t you see, treasure or no! Brockhall must be rediscovered. You’ve no idea how important it is to our Abbey archives!

Malbun’s outstretched paw hit a stack of heavy volumes, which toppled to the floor, causing a veritable eruption of dust. The Healer Recorder went into a fit of sneezing. Assisting the Abbot from his armchair, Skipper shepherded all three creatures out into the sunlight. Malbun stifled her face in a blue spotted kerchief.

Achoo! Achoo! Ah ... Ah ... Achoooooh! Whew, pardon me!

They sat on the wallsteps together. Raising his eyebrows in resignation, the Abbot sighed. Oh well, if it’s that vital I suppose we’ll have to organise the whole thing and do it properly. Skipper, would you like to be in charge of things?

The otter waved his rudder respectfully. My pleasure, Abbot.

Apodemus leaned back, closing his eyes at the bright sun.

Thank you, my friend, I know I can rely on you. Mmm, it’s nice and warm here. Summer’ll soon be upon us.

Skipper began to remember what it was he had been going to say.

Unfortunately his thoughts were interrupted by Memm Flackery, leading a pack of dancing Dibbuns toward them, each one of the little creatures singing uproariously,

Summer summer summer sun, Rumpetty dumpetty dumpetty dum, See birds a-chirpin’ in the air An’ bees a-buzzin’ everywhere. With sun to shine an’ warm my fur, Oh how could I have a care, a care, Oh how could I have a care?

Summer summer summer sun, That’s the time for havin’ fun, Grasshoppers whirr an’ hop around, Flowers come shootin’ out the ground, Butterflies pass without a sound, As bright long days abound, abound, As bright long days abound!

Summer summer summer sun, Can’t catch me ‘cos off I’ll run, I’ll dash into the stawb’rry patch An’ every one I see I’ll snatch. Gobble it up, right down the hatch, A fine tummyache I’ll catch, I’ll catch, A fine tummyache I’ll catch!

Panting and blowing, Memm Flackery plumped down on the wallsteps, mopping her brow with an apron corner. Whoo, I’m getrin’ too blinkin’

old for this lark, wot! Just lookit those little fiends, each one of

‘em could scoff enough breakfast to sink a ship and then sing like a pack of wolves an’ dance the bloomin’ paws from under you!

The Dibbuns swarmed over Abbot Apodemus, sitting on his lap, leaning on his shoulder and clambering on his back.

Goo’ mornin’, Farver H’Abbot, lubberly day izzenit!

Apodemus groaned under the weight of Abbeybabes, chuckling. So, what do you villains want from your Abbot, eh?

Turfee the mousebabe tugged on the Abbot’s whiskers. Us wanna go onna treasure ‘unt with you, h’all of us!

Skipper scooped tiny bodies off Apodemus.

Ahoy there, mates, we can’t take you all. There’s far too many in yore crew, you’d be gettin’ lost all over Moss-flower. Ruggum’n’Bikkle’s the only two we need.

The Dibbuns, who could shed bitter tears at a moment’s notice, set up a heartrending chorus of wails. Waaaaaha-hawaaaaaaahwannagooooo!

The Harenurse tweaked Skipper’s rudder severely. Y’ great heartless beast, sah, fancy upsettin’ my babes like that. S’pose I’ll jolly well have to make the peace. She pulled a tiny mole out of the pack and wiped his eyes. Listen up, young stumptail, I want y’to go and find Fore-mole.

Tell him that Memm will be baking blackberry cream tarts today. Oh, an’ ask him if he can find some jolly helpful creatures t’lend a paw to make ‘em. Run along now, wot!

As if by magic the wailing and weeping ceased. Dibbuns bounced up and down like mad frogs, waving their paws and shouting at the Harenurse.

Me! Me! I ‘elp you, Memm! Me, me, I wanna ‘elp!

Memm shook her head, as if doubtful. Tut tut, I never heard anybeast sayin’ please.

One of the Dibbuns shouted Please!

Memm scratched her ears, turning to Skipper. What d’you say, old lad, d’you think they look like good helpers for makin’ blackberry cream tarts, wot?

Skipper nodded vigorously, watching the hopeful infants. Ho aye, marm, I don’t think ye could’ave a bettercrew in yore kitchens. They looks big’n’strong enough t’me.

There was no time for Memm to reply, as she was grabbed by her apron strings and tugged away to the kitchens by the Dibbuns, all of them yelling and shouting. Cummon, Memm, where our aprons?

I the bes’ berrycream tart baker inna world!

Yurr, uz make lots’n’lots’n’lots, gurt ‘eaps of em!

Looka, me paws be clean, me don’t ‘ave to wash ‘em! Malbun was laughing as she nudged Skipper. Heehee! You’d best go an’ rescue Ruggum’n’Bikkle, they’ve trone off with the rest!

The big otter dashed after the baking party. Ahoy there, you two, get back ‘ere. Yore needed by us treasure ‘unters! Come back ‘ere, I say!

The Abbot rose stiffly, patting Malbun’s paw. Well, I see you’re off to a good start. I wish you luck with your enterprise, old friend!