Please note that this chapter is short even by my standard. Oh well, on
with the story!
Chapter 25
I went down to the grounds after helping the otters remove the ladder, and I was tired. Running about all day gets that way after awhile. Around the cloisters, out of range of arrows I saw groups of sacking and blankets. 'This must be the sleeping area for the defenders.' I thought as I moved closer, a otter was there and I asked him if it was alright to take a nap there, he nodded and I took a blanket and pulled up a patch of sacking and fell asleep. Oak was the otter on duty at the cloisters when Liz asked him if it was all right to sleep there. After giving her permission he went into the gatehouse and got some bunk time himself, one never knows what events tomorrow may bring.
Sharpclaw had been thinking again. Usually when his thinking sessions are over with he has an idea to get around an obstacle. This time he thought he had come up with a real gem! Gathering his remaining officers, he told them of his plan. They all sniggered with silent approval at the scheme; it couldn't have been anything less than devious.
Back inside at last, Trytle took back up her duties as Badger Mother and herded the dibbuns to get a bath, they were all filthy from playing in dusty corners of storerooms and closets. When she went into the kitchen a strange sight had met her eyes, there were three dibbuns, making what looked like a flan and the oddest thing of all they weren't making a mess. The kitchen was just as spotless as ever and the oversized aprons they were wearing weren't showing any signs of mix on them. She didn't hear the suppressed giggles from the kitchen staff, who were hiding in the storeroom. Gathering up the dibbuns, she took them to get a bath, the kitchen staff came in after Trytle left, and finished making the flan.
Liz was up and about now, having had a good long rest, she was ready to prove her worth up on the walls. Walking up the steps, she grabbed a javelin from the rack and got together with a group of timid looking mice. Giving them a reassuring look, she got ready for the worst that the enemy could throw. But a thought had come across her mind, when is the next assault going to come? She could only grip her weapon a bit tighter as she waited along with everyone else.
Sharpclaw was working on a new strategy at that moment; going over the wall was now impossible, they would've made sure to watch the walls more closely, an all out attack was a waste of troops, but there was still one strategy that he had yet to do. He smiled evilly as he outlined his plans to his lieutenant and then he left to get things ready.
Chapter 25
I went down to the grounds after helping the otters remove the ladder, and I was tired. Running about all day gets that way after awhile. Around the cloisters, out of range of arrows I saw groups of sacking and blankets. 'This must be the sleeping area for the defenders.' I thought as I moved closer, a otter was there and I asked him if it was alright to take a nap there, he nodded and I took a blanket and pulled up a patch of sacking and fell asleep. Oak was the otter on duty at the cloisters when Liz asked him if it was all right to sleep there. After giving her permission he went into the gatehouse and got some bunk time himself, one never knows what events tomorrow may bring.
Sharpclaw had been thinking again. Usually when his thinking sessions are over with he has an idea to get around an obstacle. This time he thought he had come up with a real gem! Gathering his remaining officers, he told them of his plan. They all sniggered with silent approval at the scheme; it couldn't have been anything less than devious.
Back inside at last, Trytle took back up her duties as Badger Mother and herded the dibbuns to get a bath, they were all filthy from playing in dusty corners of storerooms and closets. When she went into the kitchen a strange sight had met her eyes, there were three dibbuns, making what looked like a flan and the oddest thing of all they weren't making a mess. The kitchen was just as spotless as ever and the oversized aprons they were wearing weren't showing any signs of mix on them. She didn't hear the suppressed giggles from the kitchen staff, who were hiding in the storeroom. Gathering up the dibbuns, she took them to get a bath, the kitchen staff came in after Trytle left, and finished making the flan.
Liz was up and about now, having had a good long rest, she was ready to prove her worth up on the walls. Walking up the steps, she grabbed a javelin from the rack and got together with a group of timid looking mice. Giving them a reassuring look, she got ready for the worst that the enemy could throw. But a thought had come across her mind, when is the next assault going to come? She could only grip her weapon a bit tighter as she waited along with everyone else.
Sharpclaw was working on a new strategy at that moment; going over the wall was now impossible, they would've made sure to watch the walls more closely, an all out attack was a waste of troops, but there was still one strategy that he had yet to do. He smiled evilly as he outlined his plans to his lieutenant and then he left to get things ready.