Salamandastron Part 29

Only the rolling night waves were witness to the five log-boats cutting speedily through the sea toward Salamandastron. Grim-faced shrews dug their paddles deep, keeping the boats abreast of each other as their leaders conferred urgently.

Salamandastron had been breached-the horde of Ferahgo was within the mountain!

Bart Thistledown and his little band had fought a gallant action. Firing into the oncoming ma.s.ses until their arrows ran out and thwacking away at vermin bodies, they defended the open fissure heroically until Oxeye sent Seawood and ten oth- 313.

ers to pull them out. Javelins clashed and slings whirled as they fought a fierce retreating action, having to desert the opening and back off into the maze of tunnels that honeycombed the mountain.

In his forge room at the middle level, Urthstripe lay sorely wounded, bound to his bed by restraining bandages as he hovered between life and death. Ferahgo's Corpsemakers flooded the lower corridors, crowding into caves and chambers-hara.s.sed by the hares, who, though overwhelmed by numbers, fought guerrilla style, popping up at intersections and appearing in the most unlikely places to loose arrows at the vermin.

Oxeye was now in sole command of the Long Patrol. He used all his warrior cunning and skill to contain the horde within the lower levels; hares appeared, attacked, then vanished like smoke along the winding tunnels. Big Oxeye used the forge room as his center of operations, issuing instructions as he stayed close to the delirious badger Lord.

"Moonpaw, take Lingfur an1 Penny. Stay at the south stairwell an' give 'em blood 'n' vinegar. I'll send a relief as soon as Catkin an' Barfle get back."

Moonpaw took the two younger hares, saluted and set off at a trot for the stairwell. Oxeye watched them go, shaking his head despairingly as he slumped down beside Bart Thistledown. "It's no good, Barty old lad. We can't hold 'em back for ever-there's too many of the vermin."

Wounded and battered from his defense of the opening, Bart grinned iopsidedly through a half-open eye. "No use s.h.i.+verin' over lost fur, Ox. What'd you sooner die of, old age or battle?"

Oxeye shook his head admiringly. "Battle, I suppose. By the left, Barty, you're a cool one!"

His friend stroked a lanceb.u.t.t with an injured paw. "Cool nothin'-I'm quiverin' like a jolly jelly inside, but don't tell old Urthstripe that."

Oxeye took a damp cloth and bathed the badger Lord's heated brow. Urthstripe was oblivious to all about him. He lay struggling against the restraining bandages, muttering, 316.

badger. Samkim drew the sword of Martin as he hurried along with the frontrunners; Arula waddled alongside him, swinging a loaded sling. Automatically Pikkle made for the main entrance. He groaned softly as he saw the unblocked fissure yawning wide.

"Oh no, it looks like Ferahgo's stinkin' lot have found a way inside!"

At the opening, Samkim held up a paw for silence. "Hist!" Badtooth had taken an arrow in his paw. Hauling himself painfully through the opening, the stoat sought a soft resting place on the sand. He was halfway through the opening when a huge white paw seized him by the throat. Badtooth gave a terrified gurgle as he was dragged out onto the rocks. Samkim held the edge of the sword across his throat, growling viciously, "One false move or a wrong word and you lose your head! Now speak up, what has happened here?"

The unfortunate stoat gulped and whimpered out all he knew. "The horde are in there, tryin' to fight their way through the mountain..."

Pikkle grabbed him by the ear. "Where's Ferahgo an' Klitch?"

"Klitch is in there, an' Crabeyes, an' Dragtail an' the rest. I 'aven't clapped eyes on Ferahgo since the attack started, I swear it!"

Urthwyte and Samkim exchanged glances.

"We'll have to take his word for it," the white badger grunted. He knocked the stoat senseless with a sweep of his paw, looking about as if undecided what to do next.

Samkim took charge, coming up with a fast and workable solution. "It's going to be light soon-we'll have to move fast. Pikkle, tell Loambudd that we've gone up the mountain to reinforce those inside. If she brings the rest up through this opening we can mount a two-p.r.o.nged a.s.sault."

Alfoh clapped him on the back. "Good idea. Are you sure you've never done this sort of thing before, young squirrel?"

Samkim shouldered Martin's sword with a wry grin. "There's a first time for everything, matey!"

Pikkle was gone in a spray of loose sand. Strapping his 317.

mighty club to his back, Urthwyte began climbing. Arula threw up her paws in resignation as she started the ascent.

"Burrhoo! Oi doant loik 'igh places, bein' naught but 'ee mole. Bohurr, yur goes one cloimbin' young beast."

Dawn broke in roseate splendor over Salamandastron as Mara and Loambudd thundered over the sands with the Guosssom of Log-a-log hard on their heels. Pikkle rested a moment as they surged by him. Eventually he regained his breath and grabbed a paddle.

"I say, chaps. Wait for me!"

Moonpaw was slain defending the stairwell. The gallant hare placed Pennybright and Lingfur behind her. The two young ones thrust either side of Moonpaw with their lances at the ravening pack of vermin that pressed its way forward up the stairs.

Wounded in a dozen places, Moonpaw yelled to the two young ones, "Get back to Oxeye quickly. Tell him to send reinforcements." She gazed for a moment at Pennybright's tearstained face. "Don't stand there gawping, young Pen. Do as I say. Go on!"

Moonpaw had a double-pointed javelin. Wildly she broke it in haif over the head of a ferret. Brandis.h.i.+ng both halves, she dived headlong into the press of foe-beasts, yelling a last warcry.

"Eulaliaaaaaa!"

Breathlessly the two young hares sobbed out their story to Oxeye. He sat them down, keeping his voice calm.

"Well, it looks as if we've lost the lower levels. Sorry I haven't any food or drink to offer you two. Sit there and rest awhile. I say, Barty old thing, how're you feelin'?"

Bart Thistledown flexed his paws. Nodding to two other hares, he picked up his bow and quiver of arrows and limped off. "Oh I suppose I'm about ready for another scuffle, Big Ox. Come on, you chaps-duty calls, an' all that. Oh, if I don't manage t' make it back, you'll know its bye-bye Barty. Under those circ.u.mstances you'd be best movin' His Lords.h.i.+p 318.

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out of here an' up to another chamber, wot? Toodle-oo!"

The sounds of yelling, chanting vermin stamping about inside the mountain was growing louder. Big Oxeye threw a paw about Lingfur's trembling shoulders and chuckled. "Noisy old lot, aren't they?"

In the full flood of bright morning sunlight, Urthwyte's party neared the top of the crater.

Alfoh was staring at something up above as he fitted a rock to his sling. Whirling the weapon, he called out to Samkim, "Look, that's a rat up there. Hey you!"

The rat's head was barely visible, but as Alfoh shouted he turned and showed himself. The slingstone took him under the ear with a distinctive thud. The rat screamed and toppled over the crater top. Instantly there was a mob of vermin, hurling rocks and firing arrows down on them.

"Where did they come from? Who are they?" Ferahgo could be heard yelling from the top of the mountain.

Arula aimed a rock from her sling in the direction of the voice. She was rewarded with a cry from the a.s.sa.s.sin. "Ow, my paw! Kill them, whoever they are!" A shrew stood to whirl his sling but an arrow took him through the eye and he fell back dead. Urthwyte picked up a sizable boulder and hurled it upward, taking out a rat and injuring a fox.

"Charge! Eulaliaaaaa!" The great white badger went surging forward regardless of arrows and stones.

Samkim and Arula took up the cry. "Forward, Red-waaaaaallll!"

"Logalogalogalogalog!" The shrews broke cover and began scrambling up the rocks, slinging as they went.

Klitch led a band of Corpsemakers along a twisting rock pa.s.sage toward the stairwell. He trod scornfully on the body of Moonpaw as he mounted the stairs.

"Kill! Kill! Kiiiillll!"

Standing to one side, he let his attack force sweep up the stairs, smiling craftily as he heard the death screams of the front rank who had walked into the range of Bart Thistledown's bows. "Come on, you lucky rabble. It's only a couple of hares. Rush them!"

Big Oxeye picked up a longbow and arrows. Issuing slings and stone pouches to Pennybright and Lingfur, he nodded toward the clamor of battle echoing up through the pa.s.sage outside.

"Right, hares, up on y' paws. Quick's the word an' sharp's the action. We'll have to go an' give oi' Barty a pull-out. His Lords.h.i.+p'11 be safe here until we get back. Young Pen, an' you, Ling, give me a big smile-come on now. That's the ticket. Now yell after me as we go. It's the Loooong Pa-trooool! Eulaliaaaaa!" Yelling like demons, they sped down the pa.s.sage to Bart's aid.

Standing at the back of his command, Klitch watched as an ashen-faced Dragtail came running up from the lower levels. The young weasel eyed him cynically.

"Where in the name of h.e.l.lgates have you been? It's up here you should be, where the fighting's taking place, not down there in the peace and quiet!"

Dragtail was plainly scared and, breathing heavily, he hooked a paw back down at the lower levels. "Listen to that!"

Echoing hollowly up through the rocky corridor the sound reached the young weasel's startled ears.

' 'Logalogalogalogalog!''

Undecided as what to do, Klitch shrugged and smiled nervously. "Logalog? What's that supposed to mean?"

A well-aimed arrow took Dragtail through the chest as Log-a-log, Mara and Pikkle came hurtling along the pa.s.sage at the head of a charging Guosssom band.

With a terrified yelp, Klitch took to his heels, fighting his way through the vermin crowding the stairwell until he was safely ensconced in the middle of the pack. Unreasoningly he grabbed a fox by the throat and shouted into his face, "No-beast told me about this."

The fox was about to reply when one of Big Oxeye's ar- 320.

rows snuffed out his life. Klitch looked wildly about as he moaned, "It's a trap. We're trapped!"

With a stentorian roar Lord Urthstripe burst through the restraining bandages, ripping his huge bulk up from the bed. Seizing a forge hammer, he lumbered off toward the upper levels. From some amazing reserve, the mountain Ruler had dredged up his wild strength; the madness of the warrior badgers was upon him-n.o.beast could stand in his path now, even despite the fearsome wounds that scarred his giant frame.

Urthwyte's party had gained the summit, and now they were fighting around the top of the crater. Ferahgo stared at the white badger, a wave of fear sweeping across him.

"Kill the white one! Kill him! The one who slays the white badger is a richbeast!"

Twenty crowded round Urthwyte as he battled furiously. Roaring mightily, he swung his oaken club. Samkim forged around the crater top, his sword flas.h.i.+ng in the sunlight, leaping, dodging, hacking, thrusting-with Arula covering his back, swinging her loaded sling.

"Goo on, Sanken, urr hurr. Make Redwell proud of 'ee!"

Alfoh and his shrews fought valiantly with rapier, paddle and sling. There was no quarter given; shrew and vermin alike died that day on the heights. The creatures of Ferahgo fought with the ferocity of despair, bemused by the strange force that had scaled the mountain to offer them battle. Seeing his chance, Ferahgo sneaked up on Urthwyte, knowing that if he could slay the white badger the fight would swing his way. Urthwyte had his back to Ferahgo, hammering relentlessly at any creature coming into club range. The a.s.sa.s.sin drew both his best knives, the killer and the skinner, and crouched low, bunching his muscles for the spring that would carry him onto the white badger's back, where his blades could feast on the unprotected neck. Nerving himself, he made the spring.

In midair time seemed .to stand still. He heard the roar, saw Urthstripe appear in front of him and felt the shock as two fearsome paws caught him in their viselike grip. Ferahgo screamed with shock. Galvanized into action, he began stab- So/amaiKiastTon 321.

bing with both knives, plunging them into the body of the roaring badger Lord.

The ma.s.sive injuries he had formerly sustained, together with the horrendous wounds of Ferahgo's daggers, now caused Urthstripe's fierce dark eyes to cloud over with death-mist, but his fate was not yet sealed. From the deep wells of strength within his gigantic frame he called up a last mighty surge that would enable him to rid Salamandastron of Ferahgo.

Crus.h.i.+ng the blue-eyed weasel to him, Urthstripe leapt from the top of the mountain, yelling his last beloved battle cry: "Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"

The knowledge that he had glimpsed his lost brother for a moment hit Urthwyte; the look on his face caused every creature who had followed Ferahgo to lose their nerves completely.

Alfoh pulled Samkim to one side. "Leave him here. Get Arula and my shrews down inside the mountain before he kills us all. Leave him here with the vermin!"

Samkim could readily understand Alfoh's meaning; the sight of the berserk white badger hurling himself bodily at the panic-stricken vermin was enough. Pus.h.i.+ng Arula in front of him, the young squirrel followed the Guosssom band down the walkways that spiraled into the heart of Salamandastron.

Pennybright hurried up from the forge room with a quiver of arrows. She pa.s.sed them to Oxeye.

"These are the last. There are no more!"

Oxeye grinned as he fitted a shaft to his bow. "Good gel. Keep slingin', Penny. Look at young Ling there-he's tossin' rocks like a good un. Want some good news, m'dear? There's a band of shrews an' whatnot attackin' from the lower levels. Listen to this." Oxeye shouted over the melee at the top of his voice. "Duck V weave! Blood 'n' vinegar! Long Patrol's here!" The sound echoed down the rocky stairwell.

A moment later there was an answering call.

"Jab an' move! Give 'em a towsin'! Long Patrol's 'ere too!"

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"Good ol' Sapwood." Oxeye's grin spread from ear to ear. "Knew I never sent him on that cruise for nothin'."

Lingfur looked fearfully over his shoulder. "Sir, look out! They're behind us!"

Carrying a heavy paddle and her sling, Arula bowed low. "We'm not behoind *ee, young un. Us'ns are with 'ee!"

Oxeye stifled a laugh as he shook paws with the molemaid. "Well, thank goodness for that. I'd hate to face a warrior like you, young molemaid."

Arula wrinkled her nose. "Thankee koindly, zurr."

"Pleased t' meet you, I'm sure." Oxeye clasped the paws of Samkim and Alfoh gratefully. "But could we leave the introductions until after the war, old lads?"

Samkim immediately liked the big hare. Gripping his sword in both paws, he took up a fighting stance and nodded. "That seems fair enough, sir. Shall we charge?"

Paddles, slings and rapiers waved behind Samkim and Ox-eye as the hare tossed aside his bow and picked up a lance.

"Well said, sir! Ready, chaps ... Then .. . charge!"

"Eulaliaaa! Redwaaaaall! Logalogalogalog!"

Taking up the call, the band at the bottom of the stairwell howled their own battle cries as they charged from their end.

The war was hopelessly lost for the once vaunted horde of Corpsemakers. Klitch killed the two vermin closest to him and fell flat on the stairs, pulling their bodies over his to act as concealment. The rocks echoed with the clangor of battle. Trapped and cut off on the long rambling flight of stairs, the last of the horde fought with desperation, but they were no match for the Guosssom, two badgers and the remaining hares of the Long Patrol. Mara felt herself swept along in the rush. Ahead of her she glimpsed Samkim, his face alight with the madness of battle as he fought his way through the tight-packed ranks of vermin, some of whom were standing dead, having no room to fall. At the center of the turmoil they met, the young squirrel and the badger maid. A sudden silence prevailed. The madness was over, Salamandastron stood free. Creatures who a moment before had been yelling and slay- SalamandostTon 323.

ing stood weary and quiet, as if shamed by the indignity of war. Bodies of friend and foe alike lay strewn on the rocky steps like leaves after an autumn gale.

The voice of young Pennybright echoed hollowly round the scene of carnage: "Oxeye, sir, I want to go out into the sunlight. I don't want to be here!"

Oxeye stroked her ears gently as he gazed around. "Neither do any of us, young Pen. Come on, let's all go out into the fresh air!"

As they climbed out of the opening, Loambudd grasped Mara's paw.

"Ayaaaaaaah!"

The sound that tore from the old badger's throat was like the cry of an animal being slain. She released Mara's paw and went rus.h.i.+ng out. The young badger maid was about to call after her when she, too, saw what had made Loambudd cry out. As fast as she could she ran after her.

Urthstripe the Strong lay with his paws still clutching Ferahgo the a.s.sa.s.sin. Both were dead. On all fours beside the two bodies was Urthwyte, weeping like a baby, his paws bruised and cut from the wild rus.h.i.+ng descent he had made from the mountaintop to be with his brother.

Loambudd unlocked the dead badger Lord's paws from around Ferahgo. As she removed the golden medallion from the weasel's neck, Sapwood and Oxeye approached her and bowed low.