CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE, REVENGE TAKES ITS TOLL
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Mateo and Quidjill Dearhare gripped their battleblades tightly in their paws. Mateo stomped angrily into the room that contained Harrairdus the rat, Woinada the stoat, Grudain the ferret, and Sadru the weasel.
"Don't kill us," mourned Woinada.
"Please, please, mercy!" wailed Grudain.
"LIKE THE MERCY YOU SHOWED OUR PARENTS!" snapped Mateo, shaking with anger. Fresh tears accumulated in his eyes.
"Who?" asked Sadru, trying to remember. They had killed many hares in their lifetime.
"The Dearhares. Them. You murdered 'em." The brother and sister had dropped their joking manner. It was time to teach these vermin a lesson.
Harrairdus nodded. "Aye, I r'member the Dearhares. The ole bloke who gave us food who we kilt. Then 'is wife."
"The ones who were kind t'you who y'murdered!" snarled Mateo. Quidjill was shaking, but not because of anger. Because she was scared. She was afraid of what Mateo would do to the vermin. She gripped her sword tighter. Quidjill had been in a few battles in her lifetime, but she had never done a face-to-face, sword-to-sword, paw-to-claw, tooth-to-fang battle. She had just been another dutiful hare in the army, slaying enemies and helping allies.
Mateo held his scimitar underneath Sadru's nose. "D'you remember when you gave me this scar?" The hare moved pushed some fur away on his face to reveal the long, hurting scar. Sadru nodded, trembling with fear. "Y'do? Good. So you'll remember his scimitar. This battleblade belonged to Hortwill Longblade Braebuck. He was my great-great-great-great-grandsire." Mateo was breathing hard, as though he was using most of his willpower to stop himself from yelling, "/i" and begin slicing and chopping at the vermin that had taken away everybeast that he loved except for his sister, Quidjill. Mateo continued, "D'you know why our surname isn't 'Braebuck'?"
Sadru the weasel shook his head nervously, swallowing a lump of fear in his throat.
"Well, Hortwill Braebuck's great-great-grandchild was a girl. When she got married, she changed her last name. To Dearhare."
Mateo held the scimitar gripped the scimitar with both paws. "Get up, you vermin. I should be slaying you on the spot, but that's the way of you, you bilge, thieving, murdering weasel!"
Sadru scrambled to his footpaws, sobbing, "Thank you, thank you for sparing me – "
"I'm not sparing you," replied Mateo coldly. "I'm giving you the chance to fight me, like a real warrior. Sadly, your last battle, this battle, will not make up for the horrors that you have created. Beasts have died because of you."
"Beasts have died because of you," cried Sadru, nervously accepting the battleblade that Mateo had offered him, a machete.
"No. Beasts 'aven't died 'cos of me." Mateo's eyes glinted with the light of battle, with the prospect of sending the one who had tried to slay him to Hellgates. "Vermin have died 'cos of me."
Sadru had had enough. Wanting to impress Harrairdus the rat, Woinada the stoat, and Grudain the ferret, he charged at Mateo Dearhare, his machete tip pointed straight at Mateo's stomach. "iYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrggghh!!! Deyyyiiinnvooo Eeejuunnn!!!/i"
Mateo brought down the scimitar. The machete tip crashed against the blade, making Sadru stumble back.
Quidjill, aroused by the panorama of battle, drew her own sword and grabbed Harrairdus by the back of his torn and muddy tunic.
"You're mine, rat!" shouted Quidjill. The rat ducked the swinging blade. "Get a weapon," ordered the hare, pointing the sword point towards a pile of three weapons. Harrairdus grabbed a rapier and held it up nervously. Quidjill jumped in the air and brought down her sword, roaring, "i Euulaaaaliiiaaaa/i!"
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The weather seemed to reflect Varsha's mood: rainy, weepy, a mixture of rain and hail thundering down, with angry thunder and lightning overhead.
"Milady, 'twasn't yer fault – " began Majjit, trying to comfort Varsha as they sat beneath a leafy oak as they escaped the rain. Odell, Waterfish, and Riley were enjoying the rain, but Tiponya, Varsha, Fshio, Egua Rarfin, Majjit, and Lilyblossom were hidden away under trees, hoping not to get wet.
"Are you saying that it was Korufylo's fault that he got killed?" snapped Varsha Midelli. "Are you saying that Korufylo was just a stupid, blundering hare?"
"Lady, I would /i say that about a hare! Never!" exclaimed Majjit. Varsha covered her eyes with her giant paws.
"I'm sorry, Majjit, I'm sorry," she wept. "I've known since I was a babe, and losing him was like losing a brother..."
Waterfish heard what Varsha was saying and nodded to herself. She wanted to tell Varsha that at least she knew that Koru had loved her, that Koru didn't think that she was a coward, that the last word that she had ever heard from her adoptive brother was, "Coward!" But she didn't. She didn't think that it would comfort Varsha very much.
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Galea lay down in a bed in the Infirmary. She liked this bed much better than the cold, hard ground that she had to sleep on. This bed had a soft, fluffy white duvet and a pillow that Galea's head could sink into. Before she knew it, the tired rat was asleep.
Galea woke up early the next morning. She crept down the stairs, leaving her bed unmade, and climbed up to the Abbey ramparts. She saw Cravvu standing, arms crossed, just outside of the forest. Galea drew from her pocket a red scarf and let it flutter in the breeze. Cravvu nodded to show that he understood. Galea held up a hand in front of her face as a sign to say, "STAY". She ducked down below the ramparts and held the scarf flat. Galea rummaged around in her pocket until she found a broken piece of charcoal. She wrote down the following:
bCravvu, there is much going on in Redwall. Last night I heard the Abbess, a mole, talking to this big, brawny otter. Her name was Kella. I think she named Kella in charge of the battle plans, but only if they know of an attack beforepaw, so they will not fight unprovoked, which is good news for us! If you need anything else, I can volunteer to go out looking for "herbs" and really get orders from you. Wave the scarf twice in your right paw if you have orders for me!/b
Galea peeked over the ramparts. Cravvu was still standing there, looking impatient. Galea held the scarf high above her head, waiting for a good breeze to come. When the wind picked up, she let go of the scarf. Cravvu stuck out a claw and snatched the scarf from the air easily. He nodded slowly and then turned around and silently strode back into Mossflower Woods, where the rest of the vast army was waiting.
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)( Also, goodbeasts go to Dark Forest and badbeasts go to Hellgates, don't they? I was reading "Mariel of Redwall" and that's how it is then...Oh well. I'll use it that way. )(
() Hey. I'm not good at HTML but I was fooling around with it in this chapter if it doesn't /b then I'll stop doing it. ()
Mateo and Quidjill Dearhare gripped their battleblades tightly in their paws. Mateo stomped angrily into the room that contained Harrairdus the rat, Woinada the stoat, Grudain the ferret, and Sadru the weasel.
"Don't kill us," mourned Woinada.
"Please, please, mercy!" wailed Grudain.
"LIKE THE MERCY YOU SHOWED OUR PARENTS!" snapped Mateo, shaking with anger. Fresh tears accumulated in his eyes.
"Who?" asked Sadru, trying to remember. They had killed many hares in their lifetime.
"The Dearhares. Them. You murdered 'em." The brother and sister had dropped their joking manner. It was time to teach these vermin a lesson.
Harrairdus nodded. "Aye, I r'member the Dearhares. The ole bloke who gave us food who we kilt. Then 'is wife."
"The ones who were kind t'you who y'murdered!" snarled Mateo. Quidjill was shaking, but not because of anger. Because she was scared. She was afraid of what Mateo would do to the vermin. She gripped her sword tighter. Quidjill had been in a few battles in her lifetime, but she had never done a face-to-face, sword-to-sword, paw-to-claw, tooth-to-fang battle. She had just been another dutiful hare in the army, slaying enemies and helping allies.
Mateo held his scimitar underneath Sadru's nose. "D'you remember when you gave me this scar?" The hare moved pushed some fur away on his face to reveal the long, hurting scar. Sadru nodded, trembling with fear. "Y'do? Good. So you'll remember his scimitar. This battleblade belonged to Hortwill Longblade Braebuck. He was my great-great-great-great-grandsire." Mateo was breathing hard, as though he was using most of his willpower to stop himself from yelling, "/i" and begin slicing and chopping at the vermin that had taken away everybeast that he loved except for his sister, Quidjill. Mateo continued, "D'you know why our surname isn't 'Braebuck'?"
Sadru the weasel shook his head nervously, swallowing a lump of fear in his throat.
"Well, Hortwill Braebuck's great-great-grandchild was a girl. When she got married, she changed her last name. To Dearhare."
Mateo held the scimitar gripped the scimitar with both paws. "Get up, you vermin. I should be slaying you on the spot, but that's the way of you, you bilge, thieving, murdering weasel!"
Sadru scrambled to his footpaws, sobbing, "Thank you, thank you for sparing me – "
"I'm not sparing you," replied Mateo coldly. "I'm giving you the chance to fight me, like a real warrior. Sadly, your last battle, this battle, will not make up for the horrors that you have created. Beasts have died because of you."
"Beasts have died because of you," cried Sadru, nervously accepting the battleblade that Mateo had offered him, a machete.
"No. Beasts 'aven't died 'cos of me." Mateo's eyes glinted with the light of battle, with the prospect of sending the one who had tried to slay him to Hellgates. "Vermin have died 'cos of me."
Sadru had had enough. Wanting to impress Harrairdus the rat, Woinada the stoat, and Grudain the ferret, he charged at Mateo Dearhare, his machete tip pointed straight at Mateo's stomach. "iYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrggghh!!! Deyyyiiinnvooo Eeejuunnn!!!/i"
Mateo brought down the scimitar. The machete tip crashed against the blade, making Sadru stumble back.
Quidjill, aroused by the panorama of battle, drew her own sword and grabbed Harrairdus by the back of his torn and muddy tunic.
"You're mine, rat!" shouted Quidjill. The rat ducked the swinging blade. "Get a weapon," ordered the hare, pointing the sword point towards a pile of three weapons. Harrairdus grabbed a rapier and held it up nervously. Quidjill jumped in the air and brought down her sword, roaring, "i Euulaaaaliiiaaaa/i!"
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The weather seemed to reflect Varsha's mood: rainy, weepy, a mixture of rain and hail thundering down, with angry thunder and lightning overhead.
"Milady, 'twasn't yer fault – " began Majjit, trying to comfort Varsha as they sat beneath a leafy oak as they escaped the rain. Odell, Waterfish, and Riley were enjoying the rain, but Tiponya, Varsha, Fshio, Egua Rarfin, Majjit, and Lilyblossom were hidden away under trees, hoping not to get wet.
"Are you saying that it was Korufylo's fault that he got killed?" snapped Varsha Midelli. "Are you saying that Korufylo was just a stupid, blundering hare?"
"Lady, I would /i say that about a hare! Never!" exclaimed Majjit. Varsha covered her eyes with her giant paws.
"I'm sorry, Majjit, I'm sorry," she wept. "I've known since I was a babe, and losing him was like losing a brother..."
Waterfish heard what Varsha was saying and nodded to herself. She wanted to tell Varsha that at least she knew that Koru had loved her, that Koru didn't think that she was a coward, that the last word that she had ever heard from her adoptive brother was, "Coward!" But she didn't. She didn't think that it would comfort Varsha very much.
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Galea lay down in a bed in the Infirmary. She liked this bed much better than the cold, hard ground that she had to sleep on. This bed had a soft, fluffy white duvet and a pillow that Galea's head could sink into. Before she knew it, the tired rat was asleep.
Galea woke up early the next morning. She crept down the stairs, leaving her bed unmade, and climbed up to the Abbey ramparts. She saw Cravvu standing, arms crossed, just outside of the forest. Galea drew from her pocket a red scarf and let it flutter in the breeze. Cravvu nodded to show that he understood. Galea held up a hand in front of her face as a sign to say, "STAY". She ducked down below the ramparts and held the scarf flat. Galea rummaged around in her pocket until she found a broken piece of charcoal. She wrote down the following:
bCravvu, there is much going on in Redwall. Last night I heard the Abbess, a mole, talking to this big, brawny otter. Her name was Kella. I think she named Kella in charge of the battle plans, but only if they know of an attack beforepaw, so they will not fight unprovoked, which is good news for us! If you need anything else, I can volunteer to go out looking for "herbs" and really get orders from you. Wave the scarf twice in your right paw if you have orders for me!/b
Galea peeked over the ramparts. Cravvu was still standing there, looking impatient. Galea held the scarf high above her head, waiting for a good breeze to come. When the wind picked up, she let go of the scarf. Cravvu stuck out a claw and snatched the scarf from the air easily. He nodded slowly and then turned around and silently strode back into Mossflower Woods, where the rest of the vast army was waiting.
() I hope that the HTML worked. If it didn't, please tell me so that I can stop. Okay, thanks! Please review and, if you think that your friend(s) would like it, tell him/her/it/they! Gracias! ()
)( Also, goodbeasts go to Dark Forest and badbeasts go to Hellgates, don't they? I was reading "Mariel of Redwall" and that's how it is then...Oh well. I'll use it that way. )(