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Chapter 11
A rat, Blopbag and stoat, Hindswipe, were the only one's sitting around a fire at the very edges of Preytheive's camp. Like many of the other soldiers, they were talking about the latest shocking events.
"Did y' see when 'e skinned 'em alive?"
"Ya, but that wasn't all! Then 'e cooked 'em o'er a 'uge fire an' ate 'em; one by one."
"It makes me shudder ta tink o' that 'appen' ta me, mate."
"Ya, but good ting the 'oard's so big cause we just shrink right in."
"Bein' a rat is good 'caz there is so many in this 'oard."
They talked on but didn't realize they were being talked about by the very beast they were talking about: Preytheive the wolf!
Preytheive licked his chops. He'd grown fatter, eating those beasts. He spoke to the only one he trusted; his seer, Wiquwwind, the red fox. She was pure red from nose to tail. The only thing black was her mussel. She ate a dinner of nuts, berries, insects, and wine inside the tent with him, but Preytheive didn't eat.
"You remember the rat Blopbag and stoat Hindswipe right?"
In between bites she answered, "Of courze, yer highness. Two stupid gorps."
"I intend on making them captains. Any objections?" He raised one eyebrow.
Wiquwind choked on her food. Coughing and sputtering she tried to control herself. "But yer majesty, those oafs are no good! They…"
"Exactly! They are stupid enough not to turn and stab me back when I ain't looking. They will be feared into obeying my orders, and nothing else. Bring them to me at once."
Hastily, Wiquwind left the tent and ran to and fro asking where to find the two in question were. Finally finding them, she stated, "Come to the chief's tent. He would like a word with ye."
The two gulped and hurried after the red fox. Each made up excuses just in case. Upon arriving at the tent, they were pushed forward by Wiquwind inside. Preytheive offered food and wine to the nervous rat and stoat. Which they promptly began gobbling down.
"I'm promoting you both to captains." Preytheive watched for the right reaction.
Instantly the activity stopped. The two new captains glanced nervesly at each other before attempting to swallow food in their mouths to big to slide down their throats. The wolf watched in silence with a big grin on his horrid face as the misfortunate captains choked and gagged.
"Hackcaok, er er, are we really ready fer that kinda ting, Chief?"
"Of corse you are, Blopbag. I need trusty rats like you."
"But sir, er, isn't there someone else?"
"Not in the entire hoard. Now be good beast and get back to your troops, Captains."
There was a sudden rush of paws as the rat and stoat exited the tent in a hurry. Wiquwind eyed her chief. He was obviously enjoying himself. He hummed along a song Wiquwind hadn't heard him sing in so many years that she forgot its name. Then he checked that there where guards posted outside. After a quick swig of the remaining wine, he fell asleep on his luxurious bed and pillows. Hugging the side of the tent she made her way to the opening and out into fresh air. Weaving her way carefully through the throngs of hoard beast, she finally made it to the forest. She took great precation to make sure no one saw or followed her. She covered her tracks and did not make a sound. Once she almost decided to turn back, but she told herself it was for the best. She was going to spy on Redwall!
Too short. But I want to get back to the good stuff.