Chapter Two
Sister Ruth was the Friar's top assistant,she loved her job and everybody she met. There was one particular ,he had showed up a few weeks ago and had visited the Abbott. She didn't now why, for a matter of fact nobody did. She just new that he had stopped to talk to her a few times and she had liked it. But when she had found out he was an assassin she had hated him. The Abbott had told all of Redwall that when he found out he had been surprised very much and banished him immediately. There was a sound outside the dormitory and she looked up as an otter like herself walked in. But this otter she didn't recognize and this otter didn't look like an otter.
"Hello." the stranger said. The voice didn't sound like an otter.
"Hello? Can I help you?" she said with the slightest hint of questioning in her voice.
"Yes, actually, you can. Tell me has there been a mysterious otter around here lately?"
He was talking about the assassin no doubt, but why. "Would you like to tell me why you want to know?"
Under the disguise of the otter, the mind of Longface the weasel worked overtime. He decided that he would take the easy way out, while looking like he was scratching his back he quickly pulled a knife out of a hidden back sheath spun the otter around and pressed the knife up against her throat. She croaked awkwardly at the sight of it.
"Where is he?" Longface asked in the most threatening tone he could adopt.
"I don't know, he was banished and none of us were allowed on the battlements!"
Luckily the friar always made her carry a wooden ladle for motivating slow assistants, as soon as she found out the otter was a weasel she had been slowly taking it out.
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The Skipper of Otters was fond of Sister Ruth and had always been more fond of her watershrimp and hotroot pepper soup, said and proved only otters can stand the taste after one spoonful. So he figured this was as best a time to get some soup. Aha, there was the friar.
"Hi there, friar, do know where I could find sister Ruth?"
"Yes Skipper, she's up in the dormitory, I think."
"You think! Well that's one thing I didn't know."
"Get on up there before I knock your brains out."
"All right, mister thinker."
"Uhg"
The Skipper loved aggravating the friar that way. As voices, maybe Ruth had a friend over, either way he would get his soup.
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As soon as the Skipper walked in Longface turned and threw the knife, giving Ruth just enough time to crack his head with her ladle. The knife hadn't done any permanent damage it had just hit his shoulder, but Longface had missed again.
"Skipper! HELP!" She screamed, there was nothing else she could do. She thought about pulling the knife out, but she knew enough about knives that the worse thing she could was just that. As she was thinking about the possibility's, Wilbur the gatekeeper burst into the room at top speed. Gaping at the knife and the unconscious weasel, he almost fainted, but before he could he was getting screamed at.
"You idiot, go get sister Esther and hurry it up."
As soon as sister Esther got up there she knew exactly what to do, after all she was the infirmary keeper. Quickly, she ran to the only window in the room and started yelling to the crowds on the lawn.
"Otter crew, your Skipper is in danger. I need at least six of you up here. Hurry it up!"
Immediately, the two dozen otters grabbed there weapons and sprinted for the main door, running as fast as they could.
"Okay, I need a stretcher from the infirmary, right now."
"Yes sister." said four of the onlookers that had rushed in after the scream
A magpie sat in a nearby tree watching the whole scene. Longface never could handle anything, thought the magpie. But for now he would go report, swooping down through the big main door he slowly winged down the hall.
