Well well, are you angry at me for keeping you in suspense for soooo long? Well, you won't be very long cause heerreee heeeee is!
Chapter 6
As the warrior otter slowly turned around, his free paw strayed to the hidden dagger in the back of his tunic. There behind him stood the armor clad mouse from his dreams! Relieved, he let go of the dagger hilt and stuck out the limb in greeting. Instead of taking Arathorn's paw, the warrior mouse looked up toward the sky and instantly there was a white blinding light. When Arathorn could see again, he saw mousemaid with the mouse Triebane called Martin. She walked forward and produced a golden leaf from the satchel hanging at her side. The mousemaid pressed the leaf at Arathorn's side. Amazed, Arathorn watched as the wound slowly came together and patched itself up!
"Your quality has been shown, Arathorn, but alas, I will not always be here to help you. Your fate will soon be sealed by another mouse…" The mousemaid disappeared in another blinding flash of light.
Now Arathorn looked closer at the smiling warriormouse. He nodded his head and flashed a fearless smile. "I was watching as you beat my Abbey Warrior yesterday," he said, "You must indeed be a mighty warrior. Therefore I grant you my eternal friendship. Follow me please."
Full of wonderment of the moment, Arathorn followed as Martin lead him up stairs and through passages until they reached the roof. Martin held up his hands and a column of yellow light surrounded them both; reaching for the heavens. They were lifted up higher and higher even the Abbey's tallest tower disappeared from view. Once again, the white light struck again. They both vanished, without a trace!
Early the next morning, Triebane woke to find Arathorn's leased bed empty. He was pained to see his sword lying on the floor with a red stain on it. Also, the sheets were twisted and messed up. Sighing, he figured what had happened. The poor otter was so use to sleeping on the ground that he rolled out of bed and hurt himself on his sword he left there last night. He must be with Sister Icey now, getting fixed up. So Triebane strolled through the hall and down the steps.
He nearly bumped into Sister Icey herself as they both rounded the same corner. "Why Sister! I was just looking for you! How's Arathorn doing?"
The mousemaid looked questioningly up at the taller mouse. "Last time I saw that rascal was when he dumped me into that pond!"
Surprised, Triebane told her what he thought had taken place in the bedroom, ending with, "I thought he was with you!"
Even though Icey looked concerned, she tried not to show it in her voice. "Now Triebane, don't you worry! That young rip is around here somewhere. He probably was embarrassed or something. Don't get yourself worked up!"
When later that day no one, not even Zanzibar or Nightwing, had heard or seen Arathorn, the entire Abbey was called to a meeting in the Great Hall; every beast in Redwall attended.
The noise and hubbub subsided when Sathodus rang his bell; calling for attention. "Good beast, it has been brought to my attention that one in our mist has mysteriously disappeared." He paused and waited for the murmuring to stop. He cleared his throat and continued, "Ahem! A new otter to our Abbey, Arathorn, has not been seen since last night. Triebane please continue." The abbot waved his hand in the direction of the warriormouse.
"This morning, I woke to find the sheets of my spare bed, which I lent to Arathorn, all twisted and on the floor. Also I noticed his sword had a stain of blood on it, most likely his own." Triebane was about to speak more when he was interrupted by Zanzibar.
"That happened to my master a season ago! He was so use to sleeping on the ground that when he was persuaded to sleep in a bed, he rolled off and hurt himself on his sword which he always keeps beside him at night. We…"
"Thank you for the information," Sathodus' stern gaze silenced the horses from further words, "but please do not interrupt others, Zanzibar. Is that all Triebane?"
"Yes."
"Thank you. Now, from now on, we will post sentries on the wall. Triebane will be my Commander in Chief as well as Skipper, Cythel, Foremole and Log a Log. Everyone else must be cautious and don't let any Dibbuns out of the Abbey!" He emphasized his last nine words with a pound on the table apiece.
Wahohahahaooahao! I left you all hanging again:) sorry that again this one is so short. But I like to get stuff posted before you all die of anxiousness (very dreadful disease I'm sure!).