Chapter 9
The answer to Disodeum's call came quickly.
"Are they ressstrainedsssssssss. I'm not taking chancesssssssssss..."
"There is no need too." Disodeum replied slowly.
"Of corsssse there isssss. I'm not taking chancessssss..."
Fleetfoot waited patiently as Disodeum bound her. She was still responsible for her friends, remember. Almost immediately they were entering, Fleetfoot's old mess hall where Monofluro lay curled up on Velvet's old chair.
"Ssssso, little haressssss, we meetsssss again. It hasss been too longssss since the lassst time."
Fleetfoot and Balinger looked at each other. They knew all too well what was coming.
"And youssssss, little sspyssss," Monofluro now directed his attentions to Balinger. "It will be funssss. I likesssss dealing with spyssss. It hassss been all too long ssince the lassst one.
"And you, littlessssss dogssss. You were alwaysss the defiant onessssss. I wasss waiting to dealssss with yousssss, ssince you esscaped."
Al was slowly losing color. Now as she came to think of it, Fleetfoot realized that she didn't know much about Al. She would have to ask him...if she ever got the chance.
Somehow Disodeum had scrounged up a whip from somewhere, and somehow he realized that Fleetfoot's attention was wavering, because the whip cracking around her ears brought her back to what was happening right then. Unfortunately, Friska turned to face Disodeum.
"You big finggy, you norra 'urt Fweetie!"
Disodeum was reaching the end of his very short patience level. Sensing what was about to happen, Fleetfoot dove and knocked Friska out of the swing of the whip, sitting up and gasping when the whip fell into her side. At this point Monofluro was watching the scene with great interest.
"Bad form, Disodeum!" Balinger said, "Very uncalled for!"
Disodeum muttered a stream of language the message board would DEFINITLY block out.
"And using that language around a dibbun! Very bad form!" Al said.
Monofluro's next words brought all of them back to the mess hall.
"Thatssss isssss all I have to sssayssssss. And sssince the little sssquirrel seemsss to like the little haresssss sso muchssss, you know where to putssss themsssss..."
They were pulled of by Ripcut, again, down to dungeon level, where, as Monofluro couldn't remember why, in the cells the furthest down the corridor. Unknown to either one of the two, Fleetfoot and Velvet happened to be in cells right next to each other.
Later that day, Monofluro slithered downstairs to stop at Fleetfoot's cell. With a nod to the guards, they unlocked the door and Monofluro slithered in. Friska hid behind Fleetfoot.
"What do you want, scalysnout!"
In the next cell over, Velvet tilted her head. That voice sounded familiar...
"Onlyssss to gloatsssss likesss I did to yourssss badgerssss friendssssss."
"Yeah, and she probably said that you were safe as long as these chains are on the both of us."
"Sshe ssaid thatsss I had better havesss my funsss while the chainsss are onsssssss."
"Actually, you are safe as long as we both have the chains on, you scalyskined, bug eyed excuse for a snake!"
Raising himself to her eye level, he hissed, "I willssss really have funsss with youssssss, you are sso ssstubbornsssssss. Right now it'll sssssssssstartssss..."
Suddenly something pushed off Fleetfoot's head, and bit down hard on the adder's tail...
The answer to Disodeum's call came quickly.
"Are they ressstrainedsssssssss. I'm not taking chancesssssssssss..."
"There is no need too." Disodeum replied slowly.
"Of corsssse there isssss. I'm not taking chancessssss..."
Fleetfoot waited patiently as Disodeum bound her. She was still responsible for her friends, remember. Almost immediately they were entering, Fleetfoot's old mess hall where Monofluro lay curled up on Velvet's old chair.
"Ssssso, little haressssss, we meetsssss again. It hasss been too longssss since the lassst time."
Fleetfoot and Balinger looked at each other. They knew all too well what was coming.
"And youssssss, little sspyssss," Monofluro now directed his attentions to Balinger. "It will be funssss. I likesssss dealing with spyssss. It hassss been all too long ssince the lassst one.
"And you, littlessssss dogssss. You were alwaysss the defiant onessssss. I wasss waiting to dealssss with yousssss, ssince you esscaped."
Al was slowly losing color. Now as she came to think of it, Fleetfoot realized that she didn't know much about Al. She would have to ask him...if she ever got the chance.
Somehow Disodeum had scrounged up a whip from somewhere, and somehow he realized that Fleetfoot's attention was wavering, because the whip cracking around her ears brought her back to what was happening right then. Unfortunately, Friska turned to face Disodeum.
"You big finggy, you norra 'urt Fweetie!"
Disodeum was reaching the end of his very short patience level. Sensing what was about to happen, Fleetfoot dove and knocked Friska out of the swing of the whip, sitting up and gasping when the whip fell into her side. At this point Monofluro was watching the scene with great interest.
"Bad form, Disodeum!" Balinger said, "Very uncalled for!"
Disodeum muttered a stream of language the message board would DEFINITLY block out.
"And using that language around a dibbun! Very bad form!" Al said.
Monofluro's next words brought all of them back to the mess hall.
"Thatssss isssss all I have to sssayssssss. And sssince the little sssquirrel seemsss to like the little haresssss sso muchssss, you know where to putssss themsssss..."
They were pulled of by Ripcut, again, down to dungeon level, where, as Monofluro couldn't remember why, in the cells the furthest down the corridor. Unknown to either one of the two, Fleetfoot and Velvet happened to be in cells right next to each other.
Later that day, Monofluro slithered downstairs to stop at Fleetfoot's cell. With a nod to the guards, they unlocked the door and Monofluro slithered in. Friska hid behind Fleetfoot.
"What do you want, scalysnout!"
In the next cell over, Velvet tilted her head. That voice sounded familiar...
"Onlyssss to gloatsssss likesss I did to yourssss badgerssss friendssssss."
"Yeah, and she probably said that you were safe as long as these chains are on the both of us."
"Sshe ssaid thatsss I had better havesss my funsss while the chainsss are onsssssss."
"Actually, you are safe as long as we both have the chains on, you scalyskined, bug eyed excuse for a snake!"
Raising himself to her eye level, he hissed, "I willssss really have funsss with youssssss, you are sso ssstubbornsssssss. Right now it'll sssssssssstartssss..."
Suddenly something pushed off Fleetfoot's head, and bit down hard on the adder's tail...
