Eulalia! [Redwall 19] by Brian Jacques

Author:Brian Jacques
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Redwall Abbey (Imaginary Place), Animals, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Foxes, General, Fantasy, Fiction, Badgers
ISBN: 9780141319612
Publisher: Ace
Published: 2007-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

"Owow, git yer paws off me, I ain't done nothin'!"

Benjo Tipps pushed the surly watervole through the doorway. The burly Cel arhog had him tight by one ear.

Skipper Rorc eyed him with dislike. "Ahoy, Benjo, where'd ye come across this mis'rable sneak?"

The Cel arhog gestured with his free paw. "By the little north wal gate, Skip, he tried t'run off but I col ared him smartish."

The vole, who had his head bandaged due to his fal from the wal top, squealed unmerciful y. "Yeek, yowch! Lemme go, yore 'urtin' my wound!"

Benjo gave his ear an extra tweak, and spoke severely. "If'n ye don't tel us wot you were up to at the wal gate, yore in danger of losin' a lug. Now speak!"

The vole's explanation was a mixture of indignation and self-pity. "I went up t'the healers room, to see if'n that Atrata mouse'd change the dressin' on me injury, but she wasn't there. Suddenly I was grabbed, by that giant stripedog. He 'eld a big pitchfork to me stummick. I thought he was goin' to kil me!"

Orkwil had not liked the vole from their first encounter. He expressed this in no uncertain terms. "Listen, sourface, I'l kil ye meself if'n ye don't tel us where Gorath went. Get on with it!"

Hanging on to Benjo's paw, to ease the pressure on his ear, the vole explained rapidly. "The stripedog said he had business with the golden fox. He made me take 'im t'the north wal gate, said I wasn't to tel nobeast, an' told me to lock the gate after he'd left. So I did, an' that's when this fat spikepig laid paws on me. Yeeeek, yore draggin' me ear off, leggo leggo!"

Benjo squeezed the ear harder. "Tel me, slutchface, who was the fat hedgepig that laid paws on ye? I can't see no fat hedgepig round here, can you, Skip?"

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The otter chieftain scratched his rudder thoughtful y. "We ain't never had a fat 'edgepig at Redwal , only a fine, big, 'andsome Cel arhog!"

The vole caught on fast. "Please sir, ye fine, big, handsome Cel arhog, release me, I beg ye!"

Benjo flung the vole from him contemptuously. "You've overstayed yore welcome at this Abbey, ye wretch. If'n I see ye around here come dawnlight, I'l throw ye from the wal tops. Now get out o' my sight!"

As the vole slunk away, Skipper addressed Maudie. "Looks like yore badger friend's gone, miss, an' there's nought ye can do about it."

The haremaid looked at the otter. "Why so?"

Skipper gestured to the woodlands outside the wal s. "Mossflower's teemin' with Kurdly's mob, an' a vermin shower o' Sea Raiders, far too dangerous for a young 'un like you t'be wanderin' about round the trees."

Maudie treated the otter to an icy stare. "I have only two words to say t'you, sah. Pish an' tush!"

Skipper looked nonplussed. "An' wot's that supposed t'mean?"

Rangval drew a dagger from his belt and twirled it skil ful y. "Ah, shure, it means that darlin' Maudie has a mind of her own, bucko.

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