Chestnut dosed comfortably against the bed of fur he was commonly adapted to and was drifting him back and fore opening the gateway to his happy dreams.

"Daddy," he murmured. "Daddy, come and swim with me."

He woke up suddenly as his disorientation of lake came from leaking raindrops above him. It disappointed him to be waking up as he was looking forward dream about playing in the water with his father, splashing each other with their feet, Daddy throwing him and up and down and catching him and riding on his back like a swan carrying the young. This took him back to a time they watched some swans swim by and he called Chestnut 'Daddy's Little Swan'.

Something hit his head; a dirty strawberry.

Chestnut looked at the entrance to find his father chuckling at his reaction and hopping away.

"Daddy! Come back!" cried Chestnut happily. "I'm gonna catch you!"

He chased his scent down a chamber which led to a dead end.

"Probably another dream," he whimpered.

He turned for the entrance but found no hole but a solid blockage as if never dug.

It turned completely dark and there was a cold, chilling laugh. Subsequent to the harrowing noise, two blue dots appeared, the laughing connected.

"You're trapped Child of the Seer," came the voice of Great Aunt Larkspur.

"Time for you die! To slump! To rot! To decay! Valley of Fire! Valley of Fire! Valley of Fire!"

"I'm sorry!" sobbed Chestnut as the eyes drew nearer and nearer, Larkspur's, stern, ghostly face glaring hungrily at him. "I didn't mean to kill Carnation! I love him like a granddaddy!"

Larkspur cackled cruelly and screamed as she grabbed him with her paws.

"NO! NO! PLEASE! HEEEEEEELP!"

"Hey there! Wake up!"

Chestnut woke top find Walnut looking down at him.

"Walnut, help me!"

He clinged onto Walnut like he did his father whenever he was frightened.

"What's the matter?" asked Walnut?

"Aunt Larkspur's coming to get me! Don't let her!"

"You were just having a nightmare."

Chestnut looked up at Walnut.

"Are you sure she's not here?"

"Positive," he said assuringly and stroking the little kitten's head. "I woke up to your squirming and rolling about."

Chestnut breathed a sigh of relief and hung onto Walnut. He thought of the dream, Daddy arriving and leading him to a trap with Great Aunt Larkspur was waiting for him. What if it meant he would find Daddy and be taken by Great Aunt Larkspur. He only hoped they would find the Field of Frith's Miracles so he would stop everything in time since he already spilled Carnation's blood.

"If Larkspur was here," said Walnut. "Id've given her a blow to fall hard on her skinny old rump."

Chestnut chuckled a little.

"You're brave, Wallie."

"You're tough as well for your size, Chessie."

"What's this flaming ruckus?"

They turned to see Elderberry looking at them with a look of fury on his face.

"Thought you'd be a happy bun from the amount of sleep you had at this rate," remarked Walnut.

"Don't be cheeky!" snapped Elderberry.

"Put your teeth into a cabbage and leave them there," said Walnut. "Chessie just had a nightmare."

"It was so real!" whimpered Chestnut.

"It was a nightmare!" retorted Elderberry. "Not real! Grow up!"

"Oi!"

River appeared and looked at Elderberry, "You may be elder by your name but you are younger by your character. Night patrol for the remainder of the night."

Elderberry grumbled and headed out.

"You should have given him a good clawing," said Walnut disappointedly.

"Violence is not our way of handling wrongdoing," said River firmly. "We are the Path of frith don't forget."

"Sorry," apologised Walnut.

"Forgiveness is our biggest strength," smiled River.

"Intruder! Intruder! Path attack!"

Everyone ran out of the burrow to find Elderberry attacking a light brown doe with with golden eyes.

"Please!" she pleaded! "I'm an escaped prisoner of Rawfinn!"

"Leave her!" cried Chestnut as he ran to the kitten who was crouched down, her paws over her head and her eyes shut tight. "Don't be scared," said Chestnut gently. "We're the Path of Frith. You're safe now."

The doe opened her left eye and looked at Chestnut smiling sweetly at her.

"Are you?" she asked hesitantly.

"Of course," said Chestnut. "Frith will never harm anyone. My name is Chestnut. And this is my brother, Walnut."

Walnut looked at him bewildered.

"Brother?"

"Sorry!" blushed Chestnut realising his mistake. "My friend, not my brother. Is your name as beautiful as you?"

"I wouldn't say I'm beautiful," chuckled the doe embarrassedly. "My name is Giselle."

"What are you doing here?" asked River.

"I espied from Rawfinn," Giselle explained, her face in fear of the memory of the place. "It's horrible there. I defended some babies Larkspur was torturing and she there in this frightening jail with the Black Rabbit of Inle looking down at me."

"It wasn't," said Walnut. "They want you to fear. Superstition is what they want to give you. But you've got to use your head against it."

Giselle considered this.

"Come inside and sleep," said Chesntut. "You must be frozen in this chill."

"Thank you so much," she said gratefully. "I deeply appreciate this."

They all turned to the burrow, except Sunflower still on night watch.

They all entered the burrow and went back to their chambers to resume their slumber. Only then Chestnut realised that Oaknut had been staying in his burrow all this time, still asleep even when Sunflower had raised the alarm. He wondered maybe he only stayed since he was the smallest and too weak to fight elil or maybe - he was scared of River after what happened that evening before going to sleep.

"Come on, Chessie!" called Walnut.

Chestnut snapped out of his suspicions and hopped back into his and Walnut's burrow to find Giselle there also.

"Hope you don't mind," said Giselle. "Walnut invited me to sleep with you two."

"I don't mind at all," said Chestnut looking the doe. She was slightly older than Walnut now she was standing up for people to look at her height.

"Are you an angel?" asked Chestnut.

"No," she laughed politely. "Why do you think that?"

"It's only because you're very beautiful."

"You're a sweet little clover aren't you," Giselle smiled. "I do like to help people out whenever I can. Where do you both come from?"

"Anywhere," said Walnut. "Weasel got Papa and ended up in Rawfinn. We escaped thanks to this little seer."

"Seer?" asked Giselle confused. "Where do you come from?"

"Watership Down," explained Chestnut. "My daddy can see things you see."

"I think I heard of him," said Giselle. "Flower? Fibre?"

"Fiver," corrected Chestnut.

"I heard of Watership Down," said Giselle thinking of the view. "It's a beautiful Beech Tree and you can see anywhere from the view of the hill."

She looked at Chestnut concerned.

"So why are you away fro home?"

"I ran away," explained Chestnut. "I've got the ability to see horrible things and I want Frith to rid it."

"You're going to see Frith?"

"The Field of Frith's Miracles," explained Walnut as he was stretching himself across the floor. "This rabbits are the Path of Frith. They are guiding us there so we can have our wishes answered."

"I want to wish for my father back," said Walnut.

"What is your wish?" asked Chestnut to Giselle.

Giselle looked rather uncomfortable.

"I feel awful for doing this," said Giselle. "But I would like a new mother."

"She's dead too?" asked Chestnut sympathetically.

"Yes," said Giselle. "But I mean my aunt. She was very cruel and horrible. She dominated me deeply since Father died."

She drooped her right ear and revealed to the bucks a hole as if it had been bitten into.

"That daughter of a Rawfinnian!" said Walnut angrily.

"I scratched her when she did it, because it hurt terribly and I wanted her to stop. So she sent me to Rawfinn. I ran away and anywhere I am I'm home."

"Come live with us at Watership Down," said Chestnut. "We'd love to have you around."

"You don't mind a spare rabbit?"

"Certainly not," said Chestnut. "My uncle is the leader and the place is hopping with rabbits. He opens the warren to everyone."

A smile on her pretty

"Thank you so much, little kitten! I will always remember your rare from of generosity. Father was the only rabbit I knew of that."

"You're welcome," said Chestnut. We'll be very happy for you to have your father back."

"Do you have any other relationships?" asked Walnut as he stretched his legs.

"Well," replied Giselle looking rather uncomfortable in the face. "My father had a brother, my uncle, whom he told me of but he told me never to bring him up. Because he was a very lazy, piggish, greedy sloucher and only cared for eating."

"Wow," said Walnut. "He does sound like bad news."

"What's your uncle's name?" asked Chestnut curiously.

"Dandelion," replied Giselle.

Chestnut gasped.

"He's on Watership Down! He's my uncle! He's not any of those things. He's very clever, funny, clumsy and I play with him a lot. I love Uncle Dandelion very much. I sleep with him whenever Daddy is unwell and he tells me amazing stories. He only eats when he needs to and he works very hard - except he disagrees on digging. I agreed with him once but Mama said that everyone should help whether they be a doe or buck. If I'm ever down, Uncle Dandelion makes me smile again - and he is very ticklish."

"That's lovely to hear," said Giselle smiling again. "But why would Father lie?"

"Maybe he was that way only he didn't see him change his ways," suggested Walnut.

"I refuse to believe it," said Chestnut. "I hope he has stayed the same way he is now."

"But in any case, let's sleep," said Walnut. "We need some rest for the journey."

Soon they all resumed to sleep. Chestnut kept one eye open and looked at Giselle sleeping peacefully, a smile on her face. She must be an angel, her beauty, her personality and her lovely pink eyes. He was too shy for it but he wanted to ask her to be his mate. But at the same time, he knew he was only a child. He just hoped she would still be open to him as he became a handsome runt like Daddy. After all, Mam was taller than him and she accepted him. Chestnut could not see why he would not be accepted by Giselle, an angel within a rabbit. He also hoped for a time when she would sing. All angels are known to have beautiful singing voices and he was depart to hear it.

But for now, he fell asleep next to Walnut's flank that drifted him back and fore like his father's did. He closed his eyes and tired very hard to hear his mother's singing which soothed him to sleep a soft, falling snow, hence her name and her appearance as the beautiful snow.