Chapter 6
"Not'in' 'ere." Said Skipper, leaving the room. He had spent the last two hours searching the room well. The abbot had no other weapons. An otter was stationed on guard duty with the abbot at all times now, armed with Martins sword. Nothing should get the abbot now.
The abbot sat in his chair in the Great Hall, flanked by two otters. Guests were putting gifts down near him, and wishing him to get well soon, when they saw his injuries.
It was also in the great hall, seeing all. Who to use? No one here could overpower two otters. And they would stop him from taking the abbot. Hmmm... It would wait. For now. One thing it needed to do though. Moving up to Greenleafs Room, It took paper from her personal store. Possesing her body as it did with all inanmiant objects, it used her handwriting to write out a note to the abbot. "Dearest abbot. Pleae accept my gift. Greenleaf."
Washing the body, it took the murder dagger. Putting it in paper, it moved itself to the abbots room, placing the gift down. Going back to Greenleafs room, it left the body. Hmm... if it could kill an otter... then it could ovepower the others. Or it could use some of its secret powers. Costly, yes, but....powerful. Hmmm....
Foods of all kinds graced the abbey tables. Cheeses, rolls, cakes, flans, salads, puddings, fish, scones, wedges, and other foods, which were too many to mention. The abbot got up to say the prayer, but said his thanks to everybeast first. "Thanks for all your concern about my injuries, as well as all the beautiful gifts. Now, lets begin. Thanks to all who joined us, thanks to the fish who died for us, thanks to nature for the harvest. You may eat!"
The feast began, and redwallers ate anything. Cornelius, in fact, finished off a large cheese, two barrels of ale, and was downing a scone drunkedly, before most had even finished a their first thing. He muttered drunkedly as he began on more cheese.
"'s' 'ood' 'east, 'ot." He hit the table still trying to eat.
The abbot leaned over to Skipper, who was next to the abbot. "He might need to see Sister Lisa before he hurts somebeast." Skipper nodded, and moved over to the drunk hare, who was still rambling as he downed even more ale, splling lots everywhere.
"Tim' t' go mate!"
"N'! Stil' 'eed' 'ood." He hurled his tanker at Skipper. It smashed over his head, knocking the otter chieften senseless. Grabbing more food, he hurled it down his mouth.
The abbot got up, and went over to Sister Lisa. "You know what to do."
She nodded. Putting some powder from a pouch into a beaker, she filled it with ale. Giving it to the abbot, he, the otter guard, and Sister Lisa went over to Cornelius, and gave him the beaker. "Don't hit anybeast with this one."
Taking the beaker, Cornelius said, "Jus' 'cause ye 'ave 'e a drin' 'osen' 'ean I 'ont 'ight ye v'rmin, 'ot! I'll 'ight all 'even'een o' ye. Ye s'ummy 'ally v'rmin! Can' 'ave our 'bbey!"
Sister Lisa dragged the otter, as most of the other feasters continued, oblivious to what was happening. Cornelius downed the beaker. "'ore, 'ermin!" and collapsed on the table. The abbot picked him up, while one of the otters assisted Sister Lisa in getting Skipper to the infirmary, followed by Cornelius. Allayne saw what was happening. Getting up, she rushed over and used her good arm to help. As they were on the stairs, the abbot asked, "Does he have a drinking problem I should be aware about?"
"I didn't know he did."
They reached the infirmary. Placing them both on beds, they were told by sister Lisa to turn in. "Need your rest after that."
They both turned in. The abbot told the otters, "Find two who are done festing, and then switch with them."
The otters happily agreed, and soon an otter was stationed outside and inside the abbots room.
"Ow! My 'ead!" Cornelius was calling out in the middle of the night, still slightly drunk. Sister Lisa was woken up by the call, and went in the infirmary. "W'ered t'e feast go?"
"You got sort of, um... drunk. " She said, selecting herbs and mixing them.
"I didn' 'urt nobeas' did I"
"Um... actually you gave Skipper a good hit, and broke your favorite tankard. You also insulted the abbot a bit. And said you would fight him."
"O' no... 'ow muc' did I 'ave?"
Finishing the mix, she came over to the hare. "About two barrels. Here drink this, and go to sleep."
The hare drunk it down, and fell asleep.
"Not'in' 'ere." Said Skipper, leaving the room. He had spent the last two hours searching the room well. The abbot had no other weapons. An otter was stationed on guard duty with the abbot at all times now, armed with Martins sword. Nothing should get the abbot now.
The abbot sat in his chair in the Great Hall, flanked by two otters. Guests were putting gifts down near him, and wishing him to get well soon, when they saw his injuries.
It was also in the great hall, seeing all. Who to use? No one here could overpower two otters. And they would stop him from taking the abbot. Hmmm... It would wait. For now. One thing it needed to do though. Moving up to Greenleafs Room, It took paper from her personal store. Possesing her body as it did with all inanmiant objects, it used her handwriting to write out a note to the abbot. "Dearest abbot. Pleae accept my gift. Greenleaf."
Washing the body, it took the murder dagger. Putting it in paper, it moved itself to the abbots room, placing the gift down. Going back to Greenleafs room, it left the body. Hmm... if it could kill an otter... then it could ovepower the others. Or it could use some of its secret powers. Costly, yes, but....powerful. Hmmm....
Foods of all kinds graced the abbey tables. Cheeses, rolls, cakes, flans, salads, puddings, fish, scones, wedges, and other foods, which were too many to mention. The abbot got up to say the prayer, but said his thanks to everybeast first. "Thanks for all your concern about my injuries, as well as all the beautiful gifts. Now, lets begin. Thanks to all who joined us, thanks to the fish who died for us, thanks to nature for the harvest. You may eat!"
The feast began, and redwallers ate anything. Cornelius, in fact, finished off a large cheese, two barrels of ale, and was downing a scone drunkedly, before most had even finished a their first thing. He muttered drunkedly as he began on more cheese.
"'s' 'ood' 'east, 'ot." He hit the table still trying to eat.
The abbot leaned over to Skipper, who was next to the abbot. "He might need to see Sister Lisa before he hurts somebeast." Skipper nodded, and moved over to the drunk hare, who was still rambling as he downed even more ale, splling lots everywhere.
"Tim' t' go mate!"
"N'! Stil' 'eed' 'ood." He hurled his tanker at Skipper. It smashed over his head, knocking the otter chieften senseless. Grabbing more food, he hurled it down his mouth.
The abbot got up, and went over to Sister Lisa. "You know what to do."
She nodded. Putting some powder from a pouch into a beaker, she filled it with ale. Giving it to the abbot, he, the otter guard, and Sister Lisa went over to Cornelius, and gave him the beaker. "Don't hit anybeast with this one."
Taking the beaker, Cornelius said, "Jus' 'cause ye 'ave 'e a drin' 'osen' 'ean I 'ont 'ight ye v'rmin, 'ot! I'll 'ight all 'even'een o' ye. Ye s'ummy 'ally v'rmin! Can' 'ave our 'bbey!"
Sister Lisa dragged the otter, as most of the other feasters continued, oblivious to what was happening. Cornelius downed the beaker. "'ore, 'ermin!" and collapsed on the table. The abbot picked him up, while one of the otters assisted Sister Lisa in getting Skipper to the infirmary, followed by Cornelius. Allayne saw what was happening. Getting up, she rushed over and used her good arm to help. As they were on the stairs, the abbot asked, "Does he have a drinking problem I should be aware about?"
"I didn't know he did."
They reached the infirmary. Placing them both on beds, they were told by sister Lisa to turn in. "Need your rest after that."
They both turned in. The abbot told the otters, "Find two who are done festing, and then switch with them."
The otters happily agreed, and soon an otter was stationed outside and inside the abbots room.
"Ow! My 'ead!" Cornelius was calling out in the middle of the night, still slightly drunk. Sister Lisa was woken up by the call, and went in the infirmary. "W'ered t'e feast go?"
"You got sort of, um... drunk. " She said, selecting herbs and mixing them.
"I didn' 'urt nobeas' did I"
"Um... actually you gave Skipper a good hit, and broke your favorite tankard. You also insulted the abbot a bit. And said you would fight him."
"O' no... 'ow muc' did I 'ave?"
Finishing the mix, she came over to the hare. "About two barrels. Here drink this, and go to sleep."
The hare drunk it down, and fell asleep.