CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, FAMILY TROUBLES
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Deyinvo stood next to the Magician. The rat muttered some spell under his breath. Kabble threw the cloak he wore around Deyinvo's shoulders.
"It's good of you to come here to transport me back to Salamandastron."
"I would not disobey my Lord."
"Then you will give me that sword that belongs to the Redwallers."
"Lord, you have that good sword."
Deyinvo backhanded Kabble, sending him flying. "You blundering fool! Use your senses! Sometimes I wonder if your magic is in place of your smarts!"
Kabble stood up. "Why is that?"
Deyinvo rapped none too gently on Kabble's skull with a clenched fist. "YOU HAVE MAGIC TO KILL THESE REDWALLERS WITH! I NEED THIS SWORD!" Deyinvo calmed down. "They say that the sword was made from the metal of a star. I would pay for it with your magic and with all of the weapons in the horde. Or I could get it freely. OR..." Deyinvo paused to give the next option tension, "I could just pay for it with your life. Your decision, Kabble Ionaeyes. Your life...or freely."
Kabble shoved the sword into Deyinvo's paws. The ermine smiled. "That's a good lad. Now, transport us out of here."
Still shaking, Kabble threw the cloak around Deyinvo and performed his magic.
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Mateo and Quidjill Dearhare were in charge of the Dhoss, or Defending Hares of Salamandastron's Strongbeasts for short. The brother and sister seemed to have forgotten being captured by the "bally stinkers" and were busy training hares, fighting, and wondering what to do with the captured vermin.
"Why don't we just kill the rotters, wot?" Mateo asked, prodding Woinada with a spear butt. The stoat let out a wail.
The two hares and the five vermin were all in the room that Varsha had been in when she had showed the captured vermin to Deyinvo and to Kabble.
"No, no, Mateo, that's murder!" cried Quidjill.
"May be murder, Jill, but they would've killed us iffen we hadn't escaped, y'do know that."
Quidjill glared coldly at Mateo. "Murder is the way of vermin."
Mateo prodded Sadru the weasel next. "Oh? What about those vermin we slew in battle? Was that murder?"
"Murder is the slaying of innocent and helpless beasts!" Quidjill cried.
"I see nothing innocent about this scum," Mateo spat, rubbing the spearhead against Grudain the ferret's ear. He whimpered in pain.
Quidjill glared at the spear. "Yore no Dearhare anymore, Mateo. Get another surname. I refuse to be a brother of yers!"
Quidjill turned on her heel and marched out of the room. Mateo just stood there, frozen as he was about to use the spear to tear apart Harrairdus the rat's already torn and ragged tunic.
'What's goin' on in Salamandastron?' thought Mateo, dismayed. 'Jill's mad at me, I'm becoming as ruthless as a rat, and Varsha's gone.' Mateo stalked out of the room, still shaking his head.
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Joranzo the otter stood twirling a loaded sling. He and his otters were on the beach, doing a bit of daily sniping. Every day, at random times and from different spots, the otters would sling stones at the vermin horde. One volley, and then they would race off.
An arrow landed in front of Joranzo. A voice whispered in his ear, "Thought ye could use some lethal weapons, eh wot."
Joranzo turned to see Mateo holding a bow in one paw and a quiver of arrows slung across his back.
"Wot're y'doing here, Mateo Dearhare?" hissed Joranzo. "Y'could be captured 'n' killed!"
"Bally vermin won't git me, wot wot!" Mateo seemed to be using a good mood to cover up something.
Joranzo's otters were staring at him. "Fire at 'em," he called to them. He then grabbed Mateo's paw and pulled the hare away from the otter group.
"Wotcha doing?" asked Mateo.
"Something is wrong, I know it is."
Mateo lowered his eyes. "D'you have any siblings?"
Joranzo nodded. "Aye. A brother and two sisters. My brother and a sister are at Redwall, though. Redrudder is my brother and Moonflash is my sister. My sister that's here is called Ikkala. Moonflash and Ikkala are twins, younger'n me. Redrudder's younger'n me. I'm the oldest. Then it's Ikkala and Moonflash. Then Redrudder. Right there's Ikkala, see?" Joranzo pointed at an otter with black fur who was twirling a sling. The otter let the rock fly.
"Haha, got a rat!" cried the otter.
Joranzo looked into Mateo's face. "Why?"
"D'you...ever get in fights wi' 'em?" asked Mateo, avoiding Joranzo's question.
Joranzo nodded. "Aye. But not physical fights. I was tellin' Moonflash that she was too young t'go off t'Redwall an' that she was the peaceful sister, she shouldn't ruin her prettiness, she 'ad never seen war. She shouted, 'I'm only three seasons younger'n you, Jo, and you're letting Ikkala fight! We're twins!' I tole her that Ikkala was a fightin' otter." Joranzo shook his head. "Arr...then she stormed off t'Redwall wi' Ikkala. I wish that we 'adn't gotten inter a fight b'fore she left."
Mateo nodded slowly.
"Why?" asked Joranzo. "Why do you wanna know?"
Mateo looked Joranzo in the eyes. "Me 'n' Jill got in a fight. I wanted t'kill the vermin we 'ad captured, but she says that it's murder. I tole her that the vermin would've done it to us. Jill says that it's the way of vermin and that I wasn't a Dearhare anymore."
Joranzo shook his head. "Family troubles, mate. Family troubles. They can be worse'n war."
() Hi. I was typing this and realized that it's three pages on Microsoft Word and that I haven't gotten back to the toad battle! Eek! I'll get to it next chapter, I swear, and then I'll tell you the results for the "s/k" voting, if I get any results. sob Okay, so thanks reviewers! Thanks everybody! Oh, and tell me if the continue-on story is a good idea. ()
() Um...I've never put a disclaimer up, have I? Well, here it goes: Redwall belongs to Brian Jacques. Not me. If it belonged to me, I would have my name on the books, not Brian Jacques books. Makes sense, no? ()
Deyinvo stood next to the Magician. The rat muttered some spell under his breath. Kabble threw the cloak he wore around Deyinvo's shoulders.
"It's good of you to come here to transport me back to Salamandastron."
"I would not disobey my Lord."
"Then you will give me that sword that belongs to the Redwallers."
"Lord, you have that good sword."
Deyinvo backhanded Kabble, sending him flying. "You blundering fool! Use your senses! Sometimes I wonder if your magic is in place of your smarts!"
Kabble stood up. "Why is that?"
Deyinvo rapped none too gently on Kabble's skull with a clenched fist. "YOU HAVE MAGIC TO KILL THESE REDWALLERS WITH! I NEED THIS SWORD!" Deyinvo calmed down. "They say that the sword was made from the metal of a star. I would pay for it with your magic and with all of the weapons in the horde. Or I could get it freely. OR..." Deyinvo paused to give the next option tension, "I could just pay for it with your life. Your decision, Kabble Ionaeyes. Your life...or freely."
Kabble shoved the sword into Deyinvo's paws. The ermine smiled. "That's a good lad. Now, transport us out of here."
Still shaking, Kabble threw the cloak around Deyinvo and performed his magic.
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Mateo and Quidjill Dearhare were in charge of the Dhoss, or Defending Hares of Salamandastron's Strongbeasts for short. The brother and sister seemed to have forgotten being captured by the "bally stinkers" and were busy training hares, fighting, and wondering what to do with the captured vermin.
"Why don't we just kill the rotters, wot?" Mateo asked, prodding Woinada with a spear butt. The stoat let out a wail.
The two hares and the five vermin were all in the room that Varsha had been in when she had showed the captured vermin to Deyinvo and to Kabble.
"No, no, Mateo, that's murder!" cried Quidjill.
"May be murder, Jill, but they would've killed us iffen we hadn't escaped, y'do know that."
Quidjill glared coldly at Mateo. "Murder is the way of vermin."
Mateo prodded Sadru the weasel next. "Oh? What about those vermin we slew in battle? Was that murder?"
"Murder is the slaying of innocent and helpless beasts!" Quidjill cried.
"I see nothing innocent about this scum," Mateo spat, rubbing the spearhead against Grudain the ferret's ear. He whimpered in pain.
Quidjill glared at the spear. "Yore no Dearhare anymore, Mateo. Get another surname. I refuse to be a brother of yers!"
Quidjill turned on her heel and marched out of the room. Mateo just stood there, frozen as he was about to use the spear to tear apart Harrairdus the rat's already torn and ragged tunic.
'What's goin' on in Salamandastron?' thought Mateo, dismayed. 'Jill's mad at me, I'm becoming as ruthless as a rat, and Varsha's gone.' Mateo stalked out of the room, still shaking his head.
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Joranzo the otter stood twirling a loaded sling. He and his otters were on the beach, doing a bit of daily sniping. Every day, at random times and from different spots, the otters would sling stones at the vermin horde. One volley, and then they would race off.
An arrow landed in front of Joranzo. A voice whispered in his ear, "Thought ye could use some lethal weapons, eh wot."
Joranzo turned to see Mateo holding a bow in one paw and a quiver of arrows slung across his back.
"Wot're y'doing here, Mateo Dearhare?" hissed Joranzo. "Y'could be captured 'n' killed!"
"Bally vermin won't git me, wot wot!" Mateo seemed to be using a good mood to cover up something.
Joranzo's otters were staring at him. "Fire at 'em," he called to them. He then grabbed Mateo's paw and pulled the hare away from the otter group.
"Wotcha doing?" asked Mateo.
"Something is wrong, I know it is."
Mateo lowered his eyes. "D'you have any siblings?"
Joranzo nodded. "Aye. A brother and two sisters. My brother and a sister are at Redwall, though. Redrudder is my brother and Moonflash is my sister. My sister that's here is called Ikkala. Moonflash and Ikkala are twins, younger'n me. Redrudder's younger'n me. I'm the oldest. Then it's Ikkala and Moonflash. Then Redrudder. Right there's Ikkala, see?" Joranzo pointed at an otter with black fur who was twirling a sling. The otter let the rock fly.
"Haha, got a rat!" cried the otter.
Joranzo looked into Mateo's face. "Why?"
"D'you...ever get in fights wi' 'em?" asked Mateo, avoiding Joranzo's question.
Joranzo nodded. "Aye. But not physical fights. I was tellin' Moonflash that she was too young t'go off t'Redwall an' that she was the peaceful sister, she shouldn't ruin her prettiness, she 'ad never seen war. She shouted, 'I'm only three seasons younger'n you, Jo, and you're letting Ikkala fight! We're twins!' I tole her that Ikkala was a fightin' otter." Joranzo shook his head. "Arr...then she stormed off t'Redwall wi' Ikkala. I wish that we 'adn't gotten inter a fight b'fore she left."
Mateo nodded slowly.
"Why?" asked Joranzo. "Why do you wanna know?"
Mateo looked Joranzo in the eyes. "Me 'n' Jill got in a fight. I wanted t'kill the vermin we 'ad captured, but she says that it's murder. I tole her that the vermin would've done it to us. Jill says that it's the way of vermin and that I wasn't a Dearhare anymore."
Joranzo shook his head. "Family troubles, mate. Family troubles. They can be worse'n war."
() Hi. I was typing this and realized that it's three pages on Microsoft Word and that I haven't gotten back to the toad battle! Eek! I'll get to it next chapter, I swear, and then I'll tell you the results for the "s/k" voting, if I get any results. sob Okay, so thanks reviewers! Thanks everybody! Oh, and tell me if the continue-on story is a good idea. ()