Chapter 3- The Lair of the Painted Ones
It took long hours to clear out the bodies of the Painted Ones.
"That's more than they deserved.", said Rose.
"Yes, I'd agree," said Martin,"but still, all creatures deserve honour from thier kin."
"I suppose you're right, Martin." said Rose."There is no such thing as evil, it's just what they think is right."
The next morning, they all woke up refreshed, delighted by Grumm's soup.
"Yurr, us'ns 'baint goen without zoop, hurr aye! Oi 'ave a feelin' 'tis goen to get rough!"
At that moment they heard voices speaking in a nearby grove.
"Log a Log, now lookit wot you've done! You've gotten all of us lost!"
"Yeah, yore directions ain't workin' to get us to Noonvale to free th' slaves!" Martin suddenly made a sigh of relief. "They're friends! Log a Log, is that you?"
"Is that Martin I hear?" said Log a Log. ''I'd thought you'd have died from vermin attack years ago!"
The two old friends rejoiced.
"Where are you headed?" said Log a Log.
"I'm going to Noonvale right now."
"Same as me, Martin. We're goin' to free some shrew slaves they've got. Those Painted Ones are quite fierce creatures, but with a warrior like you, mate, I'm sure we'll against those vermin!"
"The Painted Ones domain lies one moonrise away. Thee and thy allies shall approach at after our meal, and 'twill be a grand battle!" said Krora.
They ate their breakfast delightfully; latticed blueberry cream tarts, the amazingly baked shrewbread,
cherry scones, nice pear flans, Grumm's splendid soup, and much more.
They marched through the forest under a dark cloudy sky, the sun unable to be seen. the thick pines of the forest made it almost seem like nighttime. At noon, the clouds burst into a shower of lighting, rain, and howling winds. The travelers trudged on wordlessly and wearily, Rose almost collapsing with fatigue, leaning on Martin's shoulder for support. At last, Log a Log called a halt in the evening. Everybeast seriouly enjoyed the meal cooked that night. There was every food imaginable, from tarts to pasties to cheese to lettuce.
"Whew, that was a hard march today, wasn't it, Martin?" asked Rose.
"Aye, it was, but we made it through all right, didn't we?"
"I'm sure it was all right for you, Martin, but I was near collapsing there. It was a hard march for one like me.
I could hardly bear it.
"Well, you'll be ready and refreshed in the morning to march off to battle!"
Little did they know that they were about to be in the fight of their lives...
It took long hours to clear out the bodies of the Painted Ones.
"That's more than they deserved.", said Rose.
"Yes, I'd agree," said Martin,"but still, all creatures deserve honour from thier kin."
"I suppose you're right, Martin." said Rose."There is no such thing as evil, it's just what they think is right."
The next morning, they all woke up refreshed, delighted by Grumm's soup.
"Yurr, us'ns 'baint goen without zoop, hurr aye! Oi 'ave a feelin' 'tis goen to get rough!"
At that moment they heard voices speaking in a nearby grove.
"Log a Log, now lookit wot you've done! You've gotten all of us lost!"
"Yeah, yore directions ain't workin' to get us to Noonvale to free th' slaves!" Martin suddenly made a sigh of relief. "They're friends! Log a Log, is that you?"
"Is that Martin I hear?" said Log a Log. ''I'd thought you'd have died from vermin attack years ago!"
The two old friends rejoiced.
"Where are you headed?" said Log a Log.
"I'm going to Noonvale right now."
"Same as me, Martin. We're goin' to free some shrew slaves they've got. Those Painted Ones are quite fierce creatures, but with a warrior like you, mate, I'm sure we'll against those vermin!"
"The Painted Ones domain lies one moonrise away. Thee and thy allies shall approach at after our meal, and 'twill be a grand battle!" said Krora.
They ate their breakfast delightfully; latticed blueberry cream tarts, the amazingly baked shrewbread,
cherry scones, nice pear flans, Grumm's splendid soup, and much more.
They marched through the forest under a dark cloudy sky, the sun unable to be seen. the thick pines of the forest made it almost seem like nighttime. At noon, the clouds burst into a shower of lighting, rain, and howling winds. The travelers trudged on wordlessly and wearily, Rose almost collapsing with fatigue, leaning on Martin's shoulder for support. At last, Log a Log called a halt in the evening. Everybeast seriouly enjoyed the meal cooked that night. There was every food imaginable, from tarts to pasties to cheese to lettuce.
"Whew, that was a hard march today, wasn't it, Martin?" asked Rose.
"Aye, it was, but we made it through all right, didn't we?"
"I'm sure it was all right for you, Martin, but I was near collapsing there. It was a hard march for one like me.
I could hardly bear it.
"Well, you'll be ready and refreshed in the morning to march off to battle!"
Little did they know that they were about to be in the fight of their lives...