Rakkety Tam (15 page)

Yoofus Lightpaw was really enjoying himself. He lay flat on the high bough of an alder, watching Gulo the Savage and his vermin band scouring the woodlands beneath. The water vole was not only an expert thief but also a clever tactician. He knew that when he left the vermin camp carrying the objects he had stolen, the white foxes and ermine would be on his trail. So Yoofus left them a trail, not back to his dwelling on the lakeside but to a clear track to the east. It delighted him to play games: he would leave marks of the swordpoint scraping and the banner brushing. From his various secret spots throughout Mossflower, Yoofus would watch them getting more frustrated. Little did he realize that the trail he was leaving resembled that of a wolverine!

Fools and idiots—thinking that they were tracking him to his home! As long as they followed, Yoofus Lightpaw would lead them on a merry trail, and whenever they halted at night, he would sneak into their camp and steal some more booty.

Yoofus watched the vermin, figuring out his next move
whilst murmuring softly to himself. “Ah, come on now, ye great thick-headed gobeens! I'll be drawin' rings around ye, an' ye'll never know how t'play me game. Sure, I think a little jaunt over the ditch an' across the ould path is called for. That'll wear yore paws down a bit. Ye'll sleep all the better for it tonight, while I'm robbin' ye!”

After the vermin had moved on, Yoofus came down from his perch. He could hear Gulo berating his creatures threateningly. “Gaarrr! Addlepates, bumblers! Find that trail, or ye'll be leaving a trail of your own blood if ye try my patience further!”

Yoofus cut off in an arc, crossing the ditch and path ahead of the vermin scouts. He artfully laid fresh marks on the east side of the woodlands, scarring one or two trees with his stolen sickle blade and bruising some low bushes whilst dragging the flag over the grass. Then he backtracked to the path, shinned up a thick crack willow tree and peered at the leading scouts who were blundering about only a few spearlengths short of the ditch. Snapping the string on one of his purloined necklaces, the crafty water vole tossed shells and coloured stones down onto the path. He saved a few of the biggest beads and placed them in the tongue of his sling.

Grik, the ermine tracker, was foraging a few paces ahead of the rest when an amber bead struck him lightly on the footpaw. “Over here, he passed this way, look!”

The white fox captain, Urfig, rushed past Grik, scrambling his way over the ditch and onto the path. “Look, shells and beads! These are off my necklet. Dirig, hurry an' tell Mighty Gulo that I have found the trail again. Methinks it goes east into this forest!”

In a short time, Gulo and his beasts were into the east forest, discovering the clues which Yoofus had left them.

The volethief descended from the willow, chuckling. “Off y'go now, ye ravin' eejits, run y'selves ragged around the trees. Sure I'll pay yez a call tonight, while yore all asleep!”

Yoofus recrossed the path and climbed down into the
ditch. He settled down in safety to take a nap. Scarcely had he closed his eyes when he heard the sound of somebeasts coming down the path from the north. Keeping low, the water vole peered over the ditch edge.

 

Armel and Brooky had rope halters about their necks. Ferwul and Brugil, the two ermine scouts, were leading them. The squirrelmaid and the ottermaid were well hemmed in by Captain Shard and the rest of the vermin. The group halted, right opposite where Yoofus was crouching in the ditch.

Staring at the signs of recent disturbance on the path's other side, Brugil seemed slightly bewildered. “Lord Gulo has taken the others east into these woodlands. But I thought that he was going to the Redwall place.”

Ferwul muttered under her breath, “Aye, an' I thought we were ordered to go there also.”

Shard's mate, Freeta, clipped the ermine scout's ear sharply. “Thou art not here to think. Lord Gulo will wrest all the information he needs from these two—they are from the Redwall fortress. See how they are garbed alike?”

The white fox captain cut in abruptly. “Cease squabbling and lead on, you scouts. We go to join the Mighty Gulo!”

Shard let them go forward into the trees while he hung back with Freeta, whispering to her, “Say nought to Gulo, or anybeast, about this!”

Drawing his cloak back slightly, he revealed the cloth case enclosing Martin's sword, which he had snatched from Armel.

The vixen touched her muzzle slyly. “The sword is far too valuable for others to see. It is our secret!”

Then Shard and his mate proceeded to follow the rest of the vermin gang east into Mossflower.

 

Yoofus relaxed. He sat down and took some food from a small wallet he carried on his belt. The volethief munched
on his rations whilst he analysed what he had just witnessed. Yoofus often held conversations with himself; he found it easier to think that way.

“Ah now, the fox was right, indeed. Those maids both come from the Abbey. I've seen them meself when I've visited there t'borrow some o' the grand ould fruit from their orchard. Sure they're cunnin' things, those foxes. I wonder what the big 'un had under his cloak? Well, no matter, I'll find out this very night, when I pays him a visit. But 'tis a bit o' shuteye I'm needin' now, just to keep me wits sharp after dark.”

The little thief was never troubled by conscience. In a short time he was snoring like an innocent Dibbun, wrapped snugly in the flag, curled up on the ditch bed amid last autumn's leaves, far from the questing vermin.

It came as a rude awakening when the point of a claymore tipped his nose. Two tough-looking squirrels, a hare and a hawk were standing over him.

Ever the quick-witted one, Yoofus smiled up at them. “Ah, isn't it a grand ould day, t'be sure, sirs? Don't mind me now, I'll not block yore way. Just step over me tired carcase an' carry on t'wherever yore bound!”

Doogy Plum hauled him upright. “Och, ye saucy wee maggot, where did ye get yon flag, eh?”

The thief's agile brain was racing as he quickly put two and two together. He replied glibly, “Ah, 'tis not some coloured scrap o' cloth yore after. We'll discuss that later on, me friend. I think that you fine buckoes are on the trail o' the dreadful-lookin' beast they calls Mighty Gulo. Sure that's a fine hifalutin' name for any ould murderer, isn't it?”

Tam smiled at the thief's audacity. “Aye, we'll talk about the flag later. Now, what about this Gulo? Surely you've seen him.”

Disengaging himself deftly from Doogy's grip, Yoofus answered, “Ah, ye'd be right there, sir. As true as me name's Yoofus Lightpaw, I've sighted the villain—him an' his whole army o' boyos. An' I'll tell ye somethin' else,
too. They've got with 'em two prisoners, River Rats, an' haven't they just captured another two pore creatures, an otter an' a squirrel like y'self, sir. Both maids, from the Abbey of Redwall!”

Ferdimond's jaw tightened. “Two Redwall maids? The dirty scum! Which way've they gone, Mister Lightpaw?”

The water vole winked. “If ye come with me, sir, I'll show ye, so I will!”

Before they could stop him, the little thief had bounded out of the ditch, across the path and up into the high branches of the crack willow. Drawing his sickle sword, he danced about on the tree limb, waving the flag and brandishing his blade.

“Put a paw near me, any of ye, an' I'll rip this flag to bits an' carve cobs of anybeast who tries t'get up here! I'm a desperate character when me fur's stroked up the wrong way, so keep yore distance!”

Tam signalled his friends to stay in the ditch. “Leave this to me, mates!”

Standing at the foot of the tree, he called up to Yoofus, “Listen, friend, we don't mean ye any harm. I'd like to have that flag, but there's something of greater importance. We must free the two maids from those vermin. They're slayers, an' they eat the flesh of other creatures. I'd be grateful for your help, Yoofus.”

The water vole sat down on the branch, shaking his head. “Flesh eatin's a terrible wicked thing. I'm no murderer, just a thief. I'll tell ye what, though. Fair exchange is no robbery. I'll give ye back yore flag an' help ye to get the maids free, but we'll call it a trade, see?”

Tam nodded willingly. “That sounds fair enough, but what d'ye want us to trade with?”

Yoofus wrinkled his nose coyly. “Sure I'll throw in this fine curvy sword, too. How'll that suit ye?”

Tam shrugged. “Ye still haven't told us what you want to trade from us. Tell us what it is.”

The water vole dropped to a lower branch. “That's a
grand ould sword yore carryin', sir, a good big straight 'un, wid a fine fanciful hilt to it. . . .”

Doogy scrambled out of the ditch. “Ach, he wants yer sword, Tam. Ye cannae part wi' that!”

Tergen hobbled onto the path. “Kreeeek! No give sword, Burl. I kill that beast!”

Ferdimond nibbled at his lip. “But what about the maids?”

Yoofus pointed at the hare. “Isn't he the wise one now! Give me the sword, an' ye'll be gainin' yore flag, the lives of the two prisoners an' me sword into the bargain. Either that, or ye get no flag, an' those cannybals will serve the maids up for supper. Now what's it goin' t'be? Make up yore mind!”

Tam tossed the sword up into the tree. “Here, catch!”

Yoofus caught it neatly by the basket hilt. Then he descended through the branches, grinning. “Ah, that's the stuff! Goodbeast yerself, sir. So, here's yore flag an' this grand ould curved sword. I'll lead ye to where the maids will prob'ly be.”

But Tam had other views on the subject. “No, Yoofus. I want ye to keep the flag an' that curved blade, 'tis not to my liking. Here's what ye must do. Go with my friends, Tergen an' Ferdimond, to the Abbey of Redwall an' wait there.”

The goshawk and the young hare protested.

“Yaagaaah, this bird stay with Burl. Kill lots of vermin!”

“I say, Tam old lad, can't I come with you, rescuin' maids an' all that? Bet I'd be jolly good at it, wot!”

The border warrior would not hear of it. “No! Doogy an' I stand a better chance doin' this alone. We don't need Yoofus, either. The tracks are clear enough. Our mission was to get through to Redwall and warn them of the vermin. I know the Brigadier would like to see us savin' the two prisoners also. He put me in charge, so that's my decision. Doogy an' I go after the captives. You three get along to the Abbey. Now go!”

Surprisingly, the three went without further argument. Doogy patted his friend. “Och, yer a fine figure o' command, Tam, but what ails ye? Partin' with yore claymore like that, an' allowin' that scruffy wee robber tae toddle off with yer blade an' flag. That's no' the Rakkety Tam ah'm used tae!”

The border warrior drew his dirk, testing its edge. “The banner an' the blade are safe, mate. Yoofus has Ferdy an' the goshawk to keep an eye on both my goods an' him. Don't fret, Doogy Plumm, 'twill all work out. Now rid yoreself o' claymore'n'shield. Our smaller blades are more fitted to the job ahead. We'll hit the vermin camp when 'tis still an' dark tonight.”

Hiding his sword and shield in the shrubbery, the stout Highlander grinned with anticipation of the action to come. “Hoho, that's more like the Rakkety Tam ah know!”

Clenching their small Sgian Dhus in their teeth and holding their dirks ready, both warriors set off into the silent woodlands.

Flames from the vermin campfire illuminated the face of Gulo the Savage, giving him a malevolent look. The wolverine's eyes glittered like twin stars of evil omen in his brutish head as he sat upon the drum in the gathering twilight. Gulo's mood had not improved: his scouts had once again lost the trail which, he was convinced, belonged to his brother. Foxes and ermine crowded about the far side of the blaze, anxious to maintain distance from their cruel chieftain. Laying huddled about midpoint between the vermin and Gulo were Runneye and Bluesnout. Gaunt, exhausted and terrified witless, the two River Rats had been roped tight by their necks to a stake.

An ermine guard approached Gulo cautiously. “Lord, Captain Shard has returned with his scouts. He brings captives.”

The white fox marched in at the head of his contingent. He was wearing Martin's sword as Armel had worn it, down the back of his cloak, tied to his shoulders. Standing partially out of the firelight, Shard bowed stiffly to the wolverine.

“Mighty One, I have taken prisoners, two creatures from the Redwall place. Knowing thy wisdom, I brought them straight to thee. These two should have good knowledge of their fortress, its strengths and weaknesses.”

Had Gulo captured the Redwallers, he would have slain them first, leaving it too late for questions later. He knew Shard was merely flattering him, but the white fox was his best and most intelligent captain. “Ye did well, Shard. Where are these two?”

Armel and Brooky were thrust forward. Both caught their breath at the barbaric sight of the wolverine. Armel shuddered as the beast's eyes roved over them both. Gulo's paw banged down on the drum, startling them. It was hard not to show fear in the presence of such a monster.

The wolverine glared at them from beneath hooded eyelids before he began his interrogation. “My Captain tells me ye are both from Redwall. 'Tis true?”

Armel whispered bravely to her otter friend, “Tell him nothing.”

Gulo acted as if he had not heard the remark. “So, a riverdog and a treemouse, eh? Tell me thy names.”

Though Brooky was trembling, she shouted at Gulo, “We will tell you nothing!”

Gulo smiled. A chill ran through the ottermaid at the sight of his bared fangs. Rising from the drum, Gulo walked a slow circle round the two Abbeymaids. “I like to see courage in a beast. 'Tis admirable but foolish. At dawn you will tell me all I want to know—How many creatures dwell within Redwall? What warriors are there who could resist me and my fighters? What would the easiest entrance to your fortress be for us?”

Armel echoed her friend's words. “We will tell you nothing!”

The wolverine returned to the drum, perching on its edge. Now was the time to put into action the strategy he had learned from Shard when they had dealt with Driftail's gang. He held up a paw, as if forbidding either of them to speak further. “I do not want ye to tell me anything right
now. But at dawn I will come and speak to ye again. Then ye will gladly tell me all. Why? Because I am Gulo the Savage from the lands of ice and snow beyond the great sea. Heed me now!”

Armel and Brooky watched in trepidation as Gulo gave orders to some of his ermine. “Bring the rats hither!”

Runneye and Bluesnout were loosed from their stake and dragged into Gulo's presence, both stricken dumb with fear.

The wolverine cast a glance in the Abbeymaids' direction. “Look at these rats! See ye how frightened they are? They are not brave like thee, because they know what I can do. Gulo and his warriors eat their enemies. Anybeast who offends Gulo is his enemy. Take them from my sight!”

The two River Rats were flung to the mass of vermin at the other side of the fire. They only had time for a single despairing scream before the beasts of Gulo fell upon them en masse.

Gulo turned to his captives and shrugged. “Ye have all of tonight to think of answers to my questions. Shard, guard them closely until the dawn.”

 

Just beyond the firelight, Armel and Brooky were bound to the broad ancient trunk of a two-topped oak. Both had been stunned into horrified silence by what they had witnessed.

It was some time before Armel whispered to her friend, “I can't believe this is happening to us!”

The ottermaid strained against her bonds, but they were too securely tied. “If only my Uncle Skip knew what a fix we're in. He'd do something to help us. Oh, I'm sorry, pal. I'm not being very helpful, am I?”

A tear fell from Armel's eye, but she could do nothing to stop it from running down her face. “Just keep talking, Brooky. The sound of your voice comforts me. At least we're together.”

Two ermine had been left to guard the prisoners. One of them kicked at Armel's footpaw from where he lay. “Silence! Save thy talkin' until dawn.”

The other ermine sniggered wickedly. “I'm hopin' ye won't talk at dawn. Methinks streamdog an' treemouse won't be as stringy as River Rat!”

Armel kicked back at him, but he was out of range. “Rotten scum, dirty coward!”

Brooky struggled with her bonds. “Aye, why don't you untie me, you miserable toad! We'd see who'd get eaten then!”

The ermine rose, licking the blade of his sickle sword as he confronted the ottermaid, taunting her. “Heehee, but I ain't about to untie thee. So what will ye do now, streamdog—eh, eh?”

Shard, who had been seated closer to the fire, crept up and dealt the ermine a sound smack over the ears. “Thou art here to guard these prisoners, not to bandy gossip with them. Cease thy prattling!”

The ermine stood to rigid attention until Shard went back to his seat by the fire. Then he slumped down on the ground alongside the other sentry and fell silent.

 

Tam and Doogy lay in the bushes, a short distance from the sentries who stood guard at the camp edges. They had circled the area until both were behind the fire, facing the backs of Gulo and Shard.

Tam pointed with his dirk, whispering, “The big old oak, that's where they've got the two maids tied. D'ye see it, Doogy?”

His friend moved position slightly before responding. “Aye, ah see it right enough. That's one o' the lassie's cloaks stickin' oot frae the ropes. They're bound tae the other side o' the tree, Tam. What's the plan?”

The border warrior studied the lay of the land for a while. “First we'll have to let them settle down. There's vermin still movin' about. When the fire burns down lower, that's when we'll move. If we could make it up into that hornbeam yonder, we could jump into the upper branches of the oak where they're tied. Just one problem—that sentry.”

Doogy peered at the back of the perimeter sentry, an
ermine, leaning against the hornbeam trunk. He was armed with a spear.

The Highlander shrugged carelessly. “Och, that rascal's nae problem, mate. Ah'll deal with him whilst we're layin' here waitin'.”

Tam watched Doogy slip off quietly and circle in on the sentry. He heard the vermin give a soft grunt, then saw him lean back against the hornbeam trunk.

A moment later Doogy was back. Cleaning the blade of his small dagger on the grass, he murmured, “Ah've propped him up on his spear. He won't be complainin' aboot gettin' a good long sleep!”

 

Armel could tell by the slump of Shard's back that he had fallen asleep by the fire, which now was only white ash and glowing embers. Gulo was sleeping further away from her. She could see him stretched out on the ground with his back to the heat. Both of the ermine sentries were also deep in slumber—one curled up almost nose to tail, the other flat on his back, snoring throatily.

The squirrelmaid tried for the fourth time to reach the ropes with her teeth, but all she got was a straining pain in her neck. She sighed. “If I could only get my teeth into these ropes. How are you doing, Brooky?”

The ottermaid gritted quietly, “I've rubbed my paws raw trying to get 'em free. Huh, that Shard creature certainly ties a tight knot. He knows the ropes alright! Armel, did you hear that—‘knows the ropes'? I actually made a joke, but it doesn't seem very funny right now.”

“Ssshh! Don't make a sound, either of ye.”

Brooky whispered to her companion, “Did you say something?”

The voice sounded again. “No, it was me, marm. Look up, but don't say anything. We're friends!”

Gazing upward, both Abbeymaids found themselves staring into the faces of Tam and Doogy.

The Highlander smiled. “Now hauld yer wheesht, lassies. We're here tae get ye away back tae yore Abbey.”

Both squirrels dropped noiselessly down behind the oak, where they could talk unobserved. Tam whispered to the captives, “Be quite still now, don't make any sudden moves. Just tell me, how many are guardin' ye?”

Brooky hardly moved her lips as she replied. “Only these two laying down not far from us. They're both asleep. The beast they call Gulo is over to the left of the fire. I think he's asleep also. There's a fox sitting by the edge of the fire—keep an eye on that one. His name's Captain Shard. He looks like he's asleep, but you never can tell. He's a sly one. That's all.”

The ropes which had been stretched about the oak trunk at neck height suddenly fell slack. Tam and Doogy crept around to face Armel and Brooky. Tam whipped through the ottermaid's bonds with his small dagger.

As Tam handed over his knife to Brooky, he instructed her carefully. “Free your friend, then move quietly around to the back of this tree and wait for us. Give us your cloaks. We'll need them for the two guards.”

The Abbeymaids did as they were bidden. They had to wait only a brief moment before the two squirrel warriors returned. Doogy began retying the ropes that had been stretched around the tree, whilst Tam spoke reassuringly to the liberated prisoners. “My friend is binding the guards to this tree. I hope ye didn't mind us borrowing your cloaks. We've dressed them up to look like you two, in case anybeast wakes during the night. Now let's get away from here as quick an' silently as possible.”

Brooky suddenly halted at the sight of the sentry leaning up against the hornbeam, but Doogy urged her onward. “Dinna be feared, lassie, he'll no' be botherin' ye!”

Neither Abbeymaid had ever encountered a slain creature before. The ottermaid crept gingerly past the dead ermine. “You mean you killed him . . . and the guards?”

Doogy raised his eyes skyward, as if seeking patience. “Marm, they're vermin! The foebeasts, ye ken? Would ye sooner be back there roped tae a tree?”

Armel shook her head. “Please forgive our foolishness.
We are more than grateful that you and your friend saved our lives.” She placed her paw upon Tam's. “I'm sorry. We'll take the time to thank you properly back at the Abbey. Oh . . . wait!”

Tam gazed into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. “What is it, miss? We can't wait, we've got to go, fast!”

The squirrelmaid shook her pretty head. “I must go back for the sword. That fox Shard took it from me. It's hidden under his cloak!”

Tam barred her path back to the camp. Puzzled, he enquired, “Sword, what sword? What are you talking about, miss . . . ?”

“Armel,” she replied. “My name is Sister Armel. Who are you, sir, and where do you come from? Please answer me!”

Tam was frankly bewildered, but Sister Armel fascinated him. “My name's Rakkety Tam MacBurl, an' he's Wild Doogy Plumm. I'm from up north, the border, but Doogy's a Highlander. Why?”

Armel's eyes shone with joy. She seized Tam's paw. “The Borderer who is a force for good! Tell me, why aren't you wearing a sword, Mister MacBurl?”

Tam was bewildered by her question. “Er, I had to give it up in exchange for something. Why, Sister? Is it important?”

Armel pressed on with her interrogation. “It's vital, sir. Would you say that you'd lost your sword?”

Doogy interrupted. “Aye, marm, ye could say that, but we don't have time tae stand here gossipin'. Move yersel', Tam, afore the vermin come after us!”

Normally Tam would have heeded his friend's warning, but something he could neither explain nor understand was urging him to listen to the squirrelmaid. “You go, Doogy. Take the ottermaid with ye. I must hear our friend out. We'll catch up with ye shortly.”

The Highlander shook his head at Tam's attitude. “Ah hope ye know what yore doin', mate. We'll await ye near the path, where ah left mah shield an' claymore. Good luck tae ye both!”

When the Highlander and the ottermaid had gone, Tam turned to Armel. “Doogy's right, Sister, we shouldn't stay long here. So, please, tell me what this is all about.”

Realising the urgency of the situation, the squirrelmaid tried to explain briefly. “In a dream, I was told by a long-dead warrior to take his sword and search for he who pursues the vermin lord. His exact words were ‘The Borderer who is a force for good, that warrior who sold and lost his sword.' That white fox, Captain Shard, he stole the sword from me. Mister MacBurl, I think you are the warrior who can get it back.”