The Guosim maid nodded confidently. "No question about it, mate. Aye, an' wot about my dad, Jango Bigboat? He's a Log a Log Chieftain. Hah, he'll have the woodlands teemin' with Guosim warriors just searchin' for us. They'll find us sooner or later, I'm certain. Come on, dry yore eyes, little un."
Tassy managed a damp smile, snuffling. "I 'ope it's sooner an' not later!"
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For some of them, it really would be sooner. Axtel Sturnclaw was at that moment burrowing his way back into Althier. For an expert digger of his strength, it did not pose any problems. He soon found the place where his tunnel had collapsed under him. Hefty digging claws ripped into the earth, making soil, roots and clay fly out behind him.
Stopping for a moment, he sniffed his surroundings, probed around, then muttered to himself, "Hurr, this'n bee's whurr they'm was a-maken thurr excape."
Straight down he dug, right into Flib's partially excavated tunnel. The rest was pretty much easy going. Axtel widened the tunnel, leaving plenty of room for his departure. Encountering a large boulder blocking his path, he dug around it. Finding a thick section of oak root, he jammed it alongside the boulder to hold it still. Tying a length of cord to the root, he tossed it behind himself, where it could be recovered easily. That done, the Warrior mole pressed on.
Reaching the now-abandoned dungeon, he exercised extreme care. Moving slowly, Axtel inched out over the pile of rubble to the broken door, which lay on top of the heap. The passage running from left to right was illuminated with lanterns and torches. Pulling a torch from its holder, he snuffed it out against the floor. Huddling down, the big mole lay against the wall, hidden in the patch of darkness provided by the missing torch. To any vermin who happened by he would look like a heap of debris, without shape or form.
That was exactly what the weasel Ravager guard who was coming down the passage thought--nothing but a pile of rubble. As he passed it, Axtel sprang up, gagging the weasel's mouth with one big paw whilst pinning him to the passage wall with the other.
The Warrior mole did not waste time. He growled straight into the guard's petrified face, "Whurr you'm keepin' ee young uns?"
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The weasel managed a strangled grunt. Axtel bore forward, shutting his mouth even tighter. "Just point ee way!"
The Ravager pointed to the right. Axtel nodded. "Thankee!"
He slew the vermin guard with a single blow to the neck.
Hurrying silently along the passage, he halted at the sound of voices in low conversation. The four guards at the narrow cave entrance were taken by surprise. Axtel swung his war hammer, braining the one called Fidra. Bulling the other three in front of him, he thrust them into the cavern, roaring, "Cumm ee with oi, quick loik!"
As he shouted, Axtel lashed out, felling another guard and knocking the rat Gilfis flat. With his outstretched paws, he grabbed little Borti and Tassy both.
Gilfis struck with his spear, almost pinning the mole's footpaw to the ground.
The remaining guard slipped past the wounded rescuer. Dashing out into the passage, he screeched, his voice echoing off the walls, "Heeeelp! Attack! The prisoners are escapin'!"
Still holding the two Dibbuns, Axtel limped out after him with the spear stuck clean through his footpaw. He stumbled and the spearhaft struck the wall, breaking off but leaving him still transfixed by the point. Gritting his teeth, he hung on to Tassy and Borti, shuffling down the passage, calling to the captives, "Cumm ee naow, follow oi!"
Midda and Tura quickly urged the others out.
"Hurry up, please--oh, do be quick!"
The very young ones were frightened. Some of them sat where they were, setting up a wailing.
Vermin were charging in from all sides. Vilaya and Dirva could be heard screeching, "Stop them! Guards, block all exits off right now!"
Tura had the two baby hares with her, practically drag
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ging them along, with Midda pushing the rest in her wake. They never even made it out into the passage, as the narrow entrance was blocked by guards wielding weapons.
"Get back or we'll slay ye! Back! Back!" Tura retreated, yelling at Midda, "Back in before they kill us all!"
Axtel made it to the deserted dungeon, where he threw the two little ones in onto the rubble. Turning, he wielded the fearsome war hammer, felling the first three Ravagers to reach him. Limping back, he charged them with a loud war cry.
"Yooohurrrr! Cumm an' meet Sturnclaw! Yooooohurrrr!"
Nobeast wanted to be the next to die. They ran back from the berserk Warrior mole. Taking advantage of this, he scrambled back. Clambering over the fallen door, he gave a loud roar and lifted it up into its former position.
With several mighty shoves, Axtel managed to ram the door at an angle into its former frame. It made grating sounds as the splintered woodwork lodged itself into the rock. Holding it there with the strength of his broad back, he nodded at the two Dibbuns. "H'up ye go into yon tunnel. Oi'll toiler arter ee!"
Borti was not much use at climbing, being only a toddler, but Tassy helped him up into the hole.
"Cummon, likkle Borti, take my paws--good baby, good!"
A spearpoint came right through the shattered door timbers, narrowly missing Axtel's neck. He could feel the door shuddering as the Ravagers threw themselves at it. Vilaya was yelling at them.
"Push, you spineless idiots! Knock it down!"
Axtel abandoned the door then. Trundling awkwardly over the pile of debris, he scrambled into the tunnel entrance. Pushing the two little ones in front of him, he went upward.
The door fell. With the Sable Quean behind them, the
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Ravagers held up lanterns and torches. Dirva pointed to the tunnel in the far wall.
"They've gone in there--after them! They can't get far!"
The vermin had to enter single file, with Vilaya at the tunnel entrance, kicking and beating them with the flat of a sword.
"Move yourselves, they mustn't escape. Move!"
Axtel shepherded Borti and Tassy around the boulder. He could hear the grunts of vermin behind him. Seizing the rope, he gave it a sharp tug, pulling the piece of oak root loose. The big rock made a dull thud as it fell into the shaft behind the escapers, completely blocking it and crushing one of the Ravagers in the process. The Warrior mole gritted his teeth, fighting against the pain of the spearhead embedded in his footpaw.
He inched his way upward, pushing the two Dibbuns in front of him, encouraging them to move forward. "You'm keep a-goin', moi gudd likklebeasts. Oi'm roight ahind ee!"
Tassy kept tight hold of Borti, who was whimpering with fright, rubbing soil from his eyes. "Waaah, want my mamma!"
The young Redwall squirrelmaid pulled him along with her. "C'mon, it's not far now. Soon see y'mamma."
Axtel gave them both a final shove, heaving them out into the nightdark woodland. He crawled out after them, giving an anguished grunt as the spearhead struck a stone, gouging at his wounded footpaw. The Warrior mole lost consciousness then, falling senseless on the grass.
Tassy cleaned the soil from Borti's face. "There now, likkle un, that much a-better, eh!" She turned to Axtel. "Thankee for gettin' us out, sir."
He lay inert. Tassy shook him, but he did not move.
"Wakey up, sir, wakey up, please...."
The squirrelmaid patted Axtel's forepaws, tweaked his snout and forced one of his eyes open. It fell back shut.
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She began shouting in his ear, "Don't be asleep. Wakey up now, please, please!"
Little Borti had recovered from his ordeal. He giggled, imitating Tassy as he chafed the unconscious mole's paw, calling out, "Wakey h'up, wakey h'up, zurr!"
The mole Warrior was still not moving, even though Borti clambered up onto him. Tassy pulled the little shrew off Axtel's still form. She began to cry then, rocking the shrewbabe back and forth as she clutched him to her.