Author's Notes: Oh, jeez, guys, I'm so sorry! Talk about a late update! (rolls eyes) And the chapter isn't even that long… It's just that I had another fanfic I had to attend too. Oh well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall in any way. It belongs to Brian Jacques.

Zale's POV

Maybe these shrews weren't so stupid after all. After endless hours of questioning and suspicions, they had finally concluded that I was completely innocent.

Their leader, who apparently goes by the name of Damon and the title of Log-a-Log, whatever that was, was reciting a few phrases to me.

"… and you may now leave our camp as a free creature, and pursue your quest." he said.

I smiled smugly. "Great. So I take it I can go now? Cool."

The shrew leader just stared. "Begone with you, fox."

I had put my belongings in a leather bag which I swung on my back and firmly sttached Martin's sword sheath on my belt. The sword was inside the sheath, obviously. As I turned my back and started to walk away, I heard a voice behind me. It was a firm voice, determined, and it belonged to a shrew. But what really surprised me were the words that voice pronounced.

"Wait! Let me come with you!"

Galen's POV

I, Brother Galen of Redwall, was calmly descending the stairs leading to the room where the prisoner was kept. It wasn't a dungeon; after all, Redwall was an abbey and abbeys don't have dungeons. But we had to keep the weasel somewhere, so we emptied out an old cellar and threw him in there.

I was bringing the prisoner his meal. Jason had told me that his name was Deatheye. Really interesting name in my opinion.

I finally found my self facing the weasel. He regarded me with cold eyes. I held out the bowl of soup and a spoon. There was a row of iron bars separating us, so I thought I was safe.

I untied the vermin carefully, while warning him. "Deatheye, if you try anything, all I have to do is scream and the whole abbey will be here."

Deatheye's POV

While the mouse untied me, I observed him. He was a much kinder beast than the otter… he seemed easy to hypnotize.

I gave him a cruel smile. "Real sorry, mate. But I won't give you a chance to scream."

The mouse blinked at me, not understanding what I was getting at.

I continued grinning. "You know, mate, they don't call me Deatheye for nothing. Now look me in the eye." I said, meeting his gaze. "That's right… take a good look…"

I smiled with satisfaction when the mouse suddenly went rigid with fright. I laughed softly, still staring at him.

The mouse actually held on longer than I expected. But, like all the others, he eventually collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

I would have shouted with joy if it didn't risk betraying my presence. The mouse had already loosened my bounds enough for me to escape by myself. Then, being a pretty skinny weasel, I managed to squeeze through the bars, but it did take a lot of effort.

I wasn't as stealthy a spy as Shademask, but I wasn't trying to infiltrate their security, I was trying to get away from them.

A little hesitation around each corner, but within a half-hour, I sped out the gate.

When I was finally within considerable distance from the accursed abbey, I threw my arms up into the air and breathed the fresh night air. The fresh and mildly chilly wind blew against a face and I took a long deep breath. The stars seemed to smile at me and the moon never looked more beautiful than it did that night. Freedom is splendid.

I slumped down against the soft grass. The grass was wet since it had been raining a while ago, but it felt so good. I rolled over and imagined Darwath's reaction when I returned. I knew him; he probably thought I was dead or something.

After a couple of minutes, I realized I was hungry and groaned. Food, why hadn't I thought of that? I growled, what kind of escape would it be if I died of hunger?

So I got back on my feet and walked deeper into Mossflower, in search of something edible and the hoard.

Tridenter's POV

I was in my room with the new captain, Fourfinger. I was sitting at my desk, which was covered with maps and charts of the ocean. My right paw was fingering a silver goblet containing freshly-brewed rum. I glanced up at the right wall of my room. On it hung a carefully made painting of The Stormwielder. I smiled briefly, then turned my attention to Fourfinger.

The ferret was sitting across from me, with the desk in between us. He was also holding a goblet of rum, but I noticed he didn't touch it. Instead, he kept staring at the surface of the drink intently.

I sighed. The incident with Stubby's attempted murder had happened a few hours ago. Fourfinger was still upset.

I took a sip of the rum, and then placed the goblet on my desk, right on top of a map of the coast of Mossflower I drew a few days ago. Then, glancing at the ferret, I broke the grim silence that hung in the room.

"Fourfinger." I said in a tone that demonstrated authority.

The ferret was suddenly alert. "Yes?"

"I know you're upset… but as a captain, these things happen."

Fourfinger creased his brow. "But 'e was me best mate…" he protested, his voice breaking up.

I let my shoulders droop in exasperation. "No he wasn't. He tried to kill you; a real mate wouldn't do that. From the moment he decided to try to kill you, he was an enemy."

"Yes…"

I frowned and grew impatient. "You're a captain of Darwath's hoard. Did you think the job would be easy? Did you? Now if you can't pull yourself together, I'll have to report to Darwath and he'll have you demoted!" I said, not too gently.

That caught his attention. He straightened up and for the first time since the incident, he looked me in the eyes. I almost felt proud of the newbie.

He answered me in a firm voice. "Hum. Yessir, me aware of me duties and me shall do me best."

I chuckled softly. He was trying to act dignified and to impress me, but his bad grammar kind of intervened with that.

I cleared my throat. "Good to hear that, captain."

I then stood up and opened the door for him. He left my room looking proud and in better shape than ever.

Author's Notes: Quite a lot of stuff happening, don't you think? A shrew wants to join Zale, Deatheye escapes, and Tridenter gives Fourfinger a little pep-talk. Mmm… R&R!