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Chapter 19: Where Time Gets Fast but Everything Gets Slow..
The army had marched at top speed for two days and though they had covered an unheard of amount, still Tyril pushed them with a leader's desperation. The terror that he wouldn't reach Sheede in time drove him onward. The Salamandastron Hares could sense his worry and they held their tongues and didn't voice the complaints of their weary bodies; Tyril's crew simply marched ever onward. They could not be late.
Sheede and Lord Stonepaw led a blistering pace through Mossflower woods. If they kept this up they would reach Redwall in four days; the Silvercat could taste the coming battle in the back of her mouth. She savored it. The badger had become even more quiet and distant, often leaving Sheede to direct the troops of giant hares. There was an expectant air over the warriors heads; the anticipation of a glorious battle sang through their veins like wild fire.
Death looked out over the treetops of Mossflower as though he would see the Silvercat's force camped and waiting. When his keen eyes couldn't spot them he turned back to his adopted son, "When do you think they will arrive?" Darkness stepped over to the balcony and looked thoughtfully over.
"If they move at a hard pace then they will be here in four days," he stated calmly.
Death nodded, "And with the force you described she'd be a fool to attack anything but the front gate." The black wildcat nodded his agreement and the two set to planning their defense.
Marcy sat huddled with the rest of the Redwall elders. All were at a loss as to what they could do to help their fast approaching rescuers. The young squirrel bit her lip as a dangerous plan formed in her mind. "One of us needs to go out there, find them, and lead them to the old orchard gate. It's never guarded and if we sneak a few in every night they'll never notice until it was too late and we had a force strong enough to open the gate." She said all of this in a rush before she could be interrupted; once she had finished she sat quietly and awaited their reactions. Every one of them sat in a sort of silent argument with themselves. Finally, an ancient otter coughed for attention and leaned to be heard.
"Marcy is right, and I will go," he stated simply. Instantly there came a rush of protest but he held up a paw for silence, "No, if any of you go, they'll notice; no one notices me anymore; I'm still the Skipper around here and I say that I'm the one to go." Although all of the Abbeybeasts wished there were another way, they nodded their agreement. Slowly the aged otter drew himself further and further away from the rest of the workers; finally he disappeared through the ivy-hidden gate. None of the guards even came close to noticing.
Slowly the sun sank over Mossflower; one day less. Time was flying quickly. Tyril forced himself to call a halt for the night; Sheede did the same, though she worried about how much Darkness had revealed to Death. Skipper leaned heavily on an oak staff he had quickly cut and continued his dogged pace into the night, he had to reach the Silvercat before it was too late. Death smiled smugly out into the night, one day closer to his final victory over his opposition, Darkness' expression was unreadable. Phillet shivered beneath his bedroll. Everywhere, everyone sat with their thoughts all focusing on one fact: Three days until they reach Redwall.
A/N: Another short chapter; but I'm evil like that. Keep reviewing and I'll write the end even faster!!!! WE'RE GETTING CLOSE PEOPLE ^ @ ^
A/N: Thanks for all the support please keep it up!
Chapter 19: Where Time Gets Fast but Everything Gets Slow..
The army had marched at top speed for two days and though they had covered an unheard of amount, still Tyril pushed them with a leader's desperation. The terror that he wouldn't reach Sheede in time drove him onward. The Salamandastron Hares could sense his worry and they held their tongues and didn't voice the complaints of their weary bodies; Tyril's crew simply marched ever onward. They could not be late.
Sheede and Lord Stonepaw led a blistering pace through Mossflower woods. If they kept this up they would reach Redwall in four days; the Silvercat could taste the coming battle in the back of her mouth. She savored it. The badger had become even more quiet and distant, often leaving Sheede to direct the troops of giant hares. There was an expectant air over the warriors heads; the anticipation of a glorious battle sang through their veins like wild fire.
Death looked out over the treetops of Mossflower as though he would see the Silvercat's force camped and waiting. When his keen eyes couldn't spot them he turned back to his adopted son, "When do you think they will arrive?" Darkness stepped over to the balcony and looked thoughtfully over.
"If they move at a hard pace then they will be here in four days," he stated calmly.
Death nodded, "And with the force you described she'd be a fool to attack anything but the front gate." The black wildcat nodded his agreement and the two set to planning their defense.
Marcy sat huddled with the rest of the Redwall elders. All were at a loss as to what they could do to help their fast approaching rescuers. The young squirrel bit her lip as a dangerous plan formed in her mind. "One of us needs to go out there, find them, and lead them to the old orchard gate. It's never guarded and if we sneak a few in every night they'll never notice until it was too late and we had a force strong enough to open the gate." She said all of this in a rush before she could be interrupted; once she had finished she sat quietly and awaited their reactions. Every one of them sat in a sort of silent argument with themselves. Finally, an ancient otter coughed for attention and leaned to be heard.
"Marcy is right, and I will go," he stated simply. Instantly there came a rush of protest but he held up a paw for silence, "No, if any of you go, they'll notice; no one notices me anymore; I'm still the Skipper around here and I say that I'm the one to go." Although all of the Abbeybeasts wished there were another way, they nodded their agreement. Slowly the aged otter drew himself further and further away from the rest of the workers; finally he disappeared through the ivy-hidden gate. None of the guards even came close to noticing.
Slowly the sun sank over Mossflower; one day less. Time was flying quickly. Tyril forced himself to call a halt for the night; Sheede did the same, though she worried about how much Darkness had revealed to Death. Skipper leaned heavily on an oak staff he had quickly cut and continued his dogged pace into the night, he had to reach the Silvercat before it was too late. Death smiled smugly out into the night, one day closer to his final victory over his opposition, Darkness' expression was unreadable. Phillet shivered beneath his bedroll. Everywhere, everyone sat with their thoughts all focusing on one fact: Three days until they reach Redwall.
A/N: Another short chapter; but I'm evil like that. Keep reviewing and I'll write the end even faster!!!! WE'RE GETTING CLOSE PEOPLE ^ @ ^