Chapter 16
Abbess Birch had managed to gather all the otters, but couldn't wake up any of the other abbeybeasts. Getting the otters together, they raced to the infirmary; Birch fervently hoped that it wasn't too late. Wyatt moved as Glen's sleeping form swung the javelin again, hitting a shelf full of herbal remedies they fell to the floor with a smash. Avoiding the javelin on the return swing, Wyatt took a pillow and threw it at Glen; Glen impaled it on the javelin, and with an expert flick, threw it back, catching Wyatt in his midsection. Wyatt then ran at her, hoping to force her to drop the javelin. She was even in sleep, faster than Wyatt had ever expected. Bringing the javelin down, she caught Wyatt's skull, knocking him out. Birch had just arrived at the infirmary when she saw Wyatt go down under Glen's attack. Ordering the otters to restrain her, they went to it with a will, surrounding her, they eventually overpowered her, bringing her to the ground. Securing Glen to a bed with retaining straps for operations on wiggly patients, they kept her there, and Birch ordered that she be watched over for the remainder of the night. Streamflyer was sent to fetch Sister Elm, and Abbess Birch got the report from Darkslash. Sister Elm worked on Wyatt's injuries, which unlike the last attack, was not as serious. Further sleep that night was impossible, and an impromptu meal was made. Wyatt was still unconscious; Abbess Birch had guards posted at the doors. Abbess Birch went back to her room, and after leaving Trytle in temporary charge of the running of the abbey; she hit the pillow on her bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
Trytle was still new with the whole leadership responsibilities, and soon had made a mess of things. Gathering some of the elders, she soon had things back in order, or as close as she could get them to be. Mealtimes were especially hard to get through, as some of the dibbuns would rather play with their food then eat it. Cleaning up a mole who had just dumped his porridge over his head, she reprimanded him while she cleaned. "Shame on you Muddigger. You know better than to do that."
The mole hefted a digging paw in Trytle's direction as he replied, "Hurr hurr, miss Trytley, I was 'xperimentin' burr hurr aye."
Trytle looked up to find patience, of course, none came. She finished wiping the molebabe's head before going on to the next dibbun. Finally done with the meal, Trytle let the young one's play for a while. The young one's went off to play and Trytle sat down to rest, she mentally reminded herself that she took this job on by herself. She settled down for a rest when she heard a panic form some of the dibbuns. Racing over to see what the trouble was about, she saw that a couple of the babes had started to climb the walls, and were now stranded on a small ledge with no way down. Trytle barked with shock, as she tried to figure out how to get them down. Spying a few otters with a ladder nearby, she quickly explained the situation to them and they moved to help. Setting up the ladder, one of the otters went up the ladder, and brought the dibbuns down.
A few hours later, it was time for bed; all the dibbuns trooped up the stairs and into their dormitories. After checking a few things, Trytle went off to her own bed, glad that she could finally rest. Passing near the infirmary, she had a sudden thought. Remembering the odd creature that the abbess wanted to get here so badly, she went into the infirmary to find Wyatt lying on the bed, a few blankets covering him. Walking up to him, she noticed that he was awake, suddenly; he turned his head toward Trytle, and said with a smile on his face, "Hello, how are you?"
Trytle moved backward as if she had been shoved, she didn't know he could speak her language. Quickly composing herself, she went back up to him and said back, "I'm fine thankee. But tell me pray, who and what are you?"
Wyatt looked at Trytle oddly for a second but soon realized that she didn't know about him too well. Smiling again, he proclaimed, "My name is Wyatt Carpenter, and I am a human being. I don't believe I caught your name miss?"
"Trytle, Badgermum Trytle. I am the Abbey Guardian, though I am still learning the position, some of those dibbuns can be a nuisance. So, I see that you have changed since I saw you last, but I can't quite put my paw on it."
Wyatt answered knowingly, "Speech I believe. The abbess was kind enough to teach me woodlander so I can communicate without hindrance." Suddenly remembering Trytle from the ambush a while back he said, "Your that badger from the ambush. It's been so long since that happened. Tell me, how'd you find me and Darkslash?"
Trytle smiled for the first time all day and said, "Well, I was on an outing with the dibbuns in the woods when I heard some of those fox's talking. After taking the dibbuns back here, I got some fighting beasts, and drove them off and rescued you two. You've been here for about two months if I recall. How's your arm? I noticed that it was in a sling when you were rescued."
Wyatt looked to his right arm, which was getting stronger every day. Glancing at his watch, he replied, "Yes, it was broken then, but now I can use it again. Unfortunately, it has lost its strength while it was stationary. I have been working on rebuilding its strength. I can pick up pillows and some light objects, but my arm is still too weak to pick up heavier objects."
Trytle stayed and chatted with Wyatt late into the night conversing; but soon the need for sleep drove both young creatures to sleep, Wyatt in the infirmary bed, Trytle, on the floor next to the bed. Unknown to Wyatt, certain events were about to come into motion back on his world.
Abbess Birch had managed to gather all the otters, but couldn't wake up any of the other abbeybeasts. Getting the otters together, they raced to the infirmary; Birch fervently hoped that it wasn't too late. Wyatt moved as Glen's sleeping form swung the javelin again, hitting a shelf full of herbal remedies they fell to the floor with a smash. Avoiding the javelin on the return swing, Wyatt took a pillow and threw it at Glen; Glen impaled it on the javelin, and with an expert flick, threw it back, catching Wyatt in his midsection. Wyatt then ran at her, hoping to force her to drop the javelin. She was even in sleep, faster than Wyatt had ever expected. Bringing the javelin down, she caught Wyatt's skull, knocking him out. Birch had just arrived at the infirmary when she saw Wyatt go down under Glen's attack. Ordering the otters to restrain her, they went to it with a will, surrounding her, they eventually overpowered her, bringing her to the ground. Securing Glen to a bed with retaining straps for operations on wiggly patients, they kept her there, and Birch ordered that she be watched over for the remainder of the night. Streamflyer was sent to fetch Sister Elm, and Abbess Birch got the report from Darkslash. Sister Elm worked on Wyatt's injuries, which unlike the last attack, was not as serious. Further sleep that night was impossible, and an impromptu meal was made. Wyatt was still unconscious; Abbess Birch had guards posted at the doors. Abbess Birch went back to her room, and after leaving Trytle in temporary charge of the running of the abbey; she hit the pillow on her bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
Trytle was still new with the whole leadership responsibilities, and soon had made a mess of things. Gathering some of the elders, she soon had things back in order, or as close as she could get them to be. Mealtimes were especially hard to get through, as some of the dibbuns would rather play with their food then eat it. Cleaning up a mole who had just dumped his porridge over his head, she reprimanded him while she cleaned. "Shame on you Muddigger. You know better than to do that."
The mole hefted a digging paw in Trytle's direction as he replied, "Hurr hurr, miss Trytley, I was 'xperimentin' burr hurr aye."
Trytle looked up to find patience, of course, none came. She finished wiping the molebabe's head before going on to the next dibbun. Finally done with the meal, Trytle let the young one's play for a while. The young one's went off to play and Trytle sat down to rest, she mentally reminded herself that she took this job on by herself. She settled down for a rest when she heard a panic form some of the dibbuns. Racing over to see what the trouble was about, she saw that a couple of the babes had started to climb the walls, and were now stranded on a small ledge with no way down. Trytle barked with shock, as she tried to figure out how to get them down. Spying a few otters with a ladder nearby, she quickly explained the situation to them and they moved to help. Setting up the ladder, one of the otters went up the ladder, and brought the dibbuns down.
A few hours later, it was time for bed; all the dibbuns trooped up the stairs and into their dormitories. After checking a few things, Trytle went off to her own bed, glad that she could finally rest. Passing near the infirmary, she had a sudden thought. Remembering the odd creature that the abbess wanted to get here so badly, she went into the infirmary to find Wyatt lying on the bed, a few blankets covering him. Walking up to him, she noticed that he was awake, suddenly; he turned his head toward Trytle, and said with a smile on his face, "Hello, how are you?"
Trytle moved backward as if she had been shoved, she didn't know he could speak her language. Quickly composing herself, she went back up to him and said back, "I'm fine thankee. But tell me pray, who and what are you?"
Wyatt looked at Trytle oddly for a second but soon realized that she didn't know about him too well. Smiling again, he proclaimed, "My name is Wyatt Carpenter, and I am a human being. I don't believe I caught your name miss?"
"Trytle, Badgermum Trytle. I am the Abbey Guardian, though I am still learning the position, some of those dibbuns can be a nuisance. So, I see that you have changed since I saw you last, but I can't quite put my paw on it."
Wyatt answered knowingly, "Speech I believe. The abbess was kind enough to teach me woodlander so I can communicate without hindrance." Suddenly remembering Trytle from the ambush a while back he said, "Your that badger from the ambush. It's been so long since that happened. Tell me, how'd you find me and Darkslash?"
Trytle smiled for the first time all day and said, "Well, I was on an outing with the dibbuns in the woods when I heard some of those fox's talking. After taking the dibbuns back here, I got some fighting beasts, and drove them off and rescued you two. You've been here for about two months if I recall. How's your arm? I noticed that it was in a sling when you were rescued."
Wyatt looked to his right arm, which was getting stronger every day. Glancing at his watch, he replied, "Yes, it was broken then, but now I can use it again. Unfortunately, it has lost its strength while it was stationary. I have been working on rebuilding its strength. I can pick up pillows and some light objects, but my arm is still too weak to pick up heavier objects."
Trytle stayed and chatted with Wyatt late into the night conversing; but soon the need for sleep drove both young creatures to sleep, Wyatt in the infirmary bed, Trytle, on the floor next to the bed. Unknown to Wyatt, certain events were about to come into motion back on his world.