Chapter Fourteen: Kotaro the Killer
Deep in Mossflower Wood, a band of vermin sat eating breakfast and discussing the attack on Redwall Abbey.
"What do you say, Sire?" a slightly smaller than normal female stoat asked the leader of the horde.
"I can't believe you scum! Can't yer come up wit anythin' better 'an that?"
"I'm sorry, Lord, but we are low o' soldiers and materials, we need to keep the attack simple, Lord," a weasel said cautiously.
"Aye, I see. And will yer quit callin' me Lord? It's getting' on me nerves!"
"Aye, Sire."
"No more Lord's and Sire's and sir's, got that? All o' ya! Call me Kotaro the Killer!"
There were loud roars of "Aye" and "Yes Kotaro". Kotaro the Killer was a mean and nasty vermin. He was rustic colored like that of an old forgotten sword. Nobeast knew exactly what he was. He called himself a ferret, and he favored the ferrets in his horde. The only non-ferret he liked was the little female stoat Zema. Zema may be small, but she has the strength of a score of male stoats, and enjoys bragging about that. That's one thing Kotaro likes about her, always willing to push others around. She makes a good captain.
"Kotaro, we have found some new recruits," a fox, who had just ventured into camp, said. "We found them, they ran away from their old horde when they heard of Kotaro the Killer. Their old leader, Almana the Archer, was still following their trail. I got him good, Sire, slayed 'em in a ditch. That's where his dirty carcass shall lay forever. I found the rest of his crew, got them to come with me. All who didn't come had a meetin' with me blade," he had a taking his dagger, which was quite small fir him, and licked it, "The rest came, and we have them comin'. They should be here soon, Kotaro."
"Very good, Bluemoon. You will sleep and eat good tonight, friend." He smiled wearily as he gestured for the fox to sit by him. "So, friend, we were just talking about the attack on Redwall. Do you have any good ideas, mate?"
"Oh, yes sir, I have many."
"Tell them to yer master in privet, these scum don't need to hear the talk of smart ones. Zema, come with me and ol' Bluemoon, will yer?" The three got up and walked over to a big tent. "Tell me your plan, fox."
"Well, Sire. First, since we have new soldiers, we must train them to do their best and to obey you, Lord. Then, after they are all trained, we get them all over to the little ditch outside the great oak doors. I've been to take a look at this place, and I saw the ditch and I said to meself, 'Well, Bluemoon ol' boy, this would be a nice place to set the attack.' From the ditch, we can shoot arrows over the wall. It don't really matter if we miss, it's only a sigh that we want war. We may slay a few, but all the better for us. We get them to come out and play, then we slay 'em all, and take the abbey for ourselves!"
"That's a fine idea, fox."
"Sire, why don't we just build our own abbey?"
"We don't want an abbey, Zema, we want a nice big place ta live."
"Then why don't we build a nice big place ta live?"
"You shut up, and let me make the decisions! Now get out of here before I get really mad!" Zema scampered out quickly. The others questioned her about what the chief had said. She just ignored them.
Back in the tent, the fox and the ferret conversed about his idea.
"Is that the on'y plan ya have? 'Cause that's just stupid! Come back to me later when you have a better idea!" The big fox ran out of the tent as a ferret walked in.
"We have the newbies, chief."
Deep in Mossflower Wood, a band of vermin sat eating breakfast and discussing the attack on Redwall Abbey.
"What do you say, Sire?" a slightly smaller than normal female stoat asked the leader of the horde.
"I can't believe you scum! Can't yer come up wit anythin' better 'an that?"
"I'm sorry, Lord, but we are low o' soldiers and materials, we need to keep the attack simple, Lord," a weasel said cautiously.
"Aye, I see. And will yer quit callin' me Lord? It's getting' on me nerves!"
"Aye, Sire."
"No more Lord's and Sire's and sir's, got that? All o' ya! Call me Kotaro the Killer!"
There were loud roars of "Aye" and "Yes Kotaro". Kotaro the Killer was a mean and nasty vermin. He was rustic colored like that of an old forgotten sword. Nobeast knew exactly what he was. He called himself a ferret, and he favored the ferrets in his horde. The only non-ferret he liked was the little female stoat Zema. Zema may be small, but she has the strength of a score of male stoats, and enjoys bragging about that. That's one thing Kotaro likes about her, always willing to push others around. She makes a good captain.
"Kotaro, we have found some new recruits," a fox, who had just ventured into camp, said. "We found them, they ran away from their old horde when they heard of Kotaro the Killer. Their old leader, Almana the Archer, was still following their trail. I got him good, Sire, slayed 'em in a ditch. That's where his dirty carcass shall lay forever. I found the rest of his crew, got them to come with me. All who didn't come had a meetin' with me blade," he had a taking his dagger, which was quite small fir him, and licked it, "The rest came, and we have them comin'. They should be here soon, Kotaro."
"Very good, Bluemoon. You will sleep and eat good tonight, friend." He smiled wearily as he gestured for the fox to sit by him. "So, friend, we were just talking about the attack on Redwall. Do you have any good ideas, mate?"
"Oh, yes sir, I have many."
"Tell them to yer master in privet, these scum don't need to hear the talk of smart ones. Zema, come with me and ol' Bluemoon, will yer?" The three got up and walked over to a big tent. "Tell me your plan, fox."
"Well, Sire. First, since we have new soldiers, we must train them to do their best and to obey you, Lord. Then, after they are all trained, we get them all over to the little ditch outside the great oak doors. I've been to take a look at this place, and I saw the ditch and I said to meself, 'Well, Bluemoon ol' boy, this would be a nice place to set the attack.' From the ditch, we can shoot arrows over the wall. It don't really matter if we miss, it's only a sigh that we want war. We may slay a few, but all the better for us. We get them to come out and play, then we slay 'em all, and take the abbey for ourselves!"
"That's a fine idea, fox."
"Sire, why don't we just build our own abbey?"
"We don't want an abbey, Zema, we want a nice big place ta live."
"Then why don't we build a nice big place ta live?"
"You shut up, and let me make the decisions! Now get out of here before I get really mad!" Zema scampered out quickly. The others questioned her about what the chief had said. She just ignored them.
Back in the tent, the fox and the ferret conversed about his idea.
"Is that the on'y plan ya have? 'Cause that's just stupid! Come back to me later when you have a better idea!" The big fox ran out of the tent as a ferret walked in.
"We have the newbies, chief."