The Sable Quean [Redwall 21] by Brian Jacques

Author:Brian Jacques
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Redwall Abbey (Imaginary Place), Young Adult Fiction, Animals, Action & Adventure, Fantasy Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Kidnapping, Fantasy & Magic, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Law & Crime, Epic
ISBN: 9780441019984
Publisher: Ace
Published: 2010-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Proud of his new title, the weasel threw out his chest. "Aye, Lord, ye can trust me!"

Zwilt nodded. "I do. Now, once you have the tree-- or should I say, the battering ram--carry it out of these woodlands but try not to be seen. Take it over the path and across the ditch. Travel out on the flatlands a couple of miles, stay low. Out there, that's where I'l be with the rest. Directly on a straight course to reach the big gate at Redwal . Understood?"

Fal ug saluted. "Unnerstood, Lord. A tree shouldn't weigh too much with fivescore Ravagers t'carry it."

Another idea occurred to Zwilt. "Better stil , once you've got the tree, wait until nightfal before you bring it to me. That way you won't be seen."

With the rain stil providing cover, Zwilt set out from the woodland fringe along with his warriors. Outwardly, he was the same enigmatic, tal sable that his Ravagers feared and obeyed. However, inwardly, Zwilt the Shade was quivering with anticipation at the prize which lay ahead. Unlike Vilaya, he did not need slaves and subdued woodlanders to serve his needs--an army of two hundred was sufficient. Zwilt had always fol owed the trade of death, and plenty of slaughter was what he was looking forward to.

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Diggs lay flat on his back, staring wide-eyed at the magnificent figure of the badgermaid who had him pinned down with a single paw. Never short of an answer or explanation, the tubby hare smiled winningly up at her.

"Er, beg pardon, marm, but could you repeat the question?"

She increased both the pressure of her footpaw and the volume of her voice. "I said, tel me where my friend is, if you want me to spare your life. Where is he? Speak!"

Being the resourceful creature he was, and fearing for his young life, Diggs took what he considered to be the appropriate course of action. He bit her footpaw sharply.

The huge badgermaid roared, instinctively raising her footpaw. Diggs shot off like a rocket, straight back into Althier. Heaving the broken front door upright, he blocked the entrance with it, yel ing out in panic, "I say, steady on there, old gel. I'm not a bloomin' foebeast--I'm a friend. I'm searchin' for some young uns. Why d'you want to jol y wel slay me, wot?"

A terrific thud from outside knocked the door flat-- Diggs found himself laid out under it. Then the door was lifted and flung to one side. With awesome strength, the 300

badgermaid reached in and lifted him bodily out. She sat Diggs down against the oak trunk.

This time she sounded calmer, a mite penitent even. "Er, if you're not a foebeast, then who are you?"

Diggs gingerly touched his snout where it had been hit by the fal en door. "Name's Meliton Gubthorpe Digglethwaite, Subaltern of the Long Patrol, late of Salamandastron. An' I think you've broken my flippin' hooter, beltin' that bloomin' door down like that. Couldn't ye have knocked?"

The badgermaid sat down beside him. "Salama .

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