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with cream and honey I can smell?
Indeed it is, made to an old Loamhedge recipe, too. Abbess Germaine called back, Is the talking
finished, Bella?
It certainly is, Abbess. I haven t had Loamhedge roasted chestnuts in many a season. Stay where you
are, everyone. The food is ready.
Suddenly a fat dormouse leaped up with a squeak of fright. Ooh, the floor s moving!
Don t be afeared, matey, Skipper laughed. That ll be Foremole arrivin . He s smelled the vittles, too.
Willing paws united to lift a floorstone. There was a moment s silence, the earth trembled slightly, then
a huge pair of paws with powerful digging claws broke through. Seconds later they were followed by a
dark velvety head with tiny bright black eyes, a moist snout, and a gruff whiskery mouth.
Boy urr, a mornin to ee, do be sorry bouten tunnel. Cooken smells roight noice. Foremole popped
out like a black furry cannonball, followed by a score and a half of grinning moles. Like their leader they all
spoke in heavy rural molespeech.
Ho urr, lo Bella stroip ead.
Yurr, be that chesknutters oi smell?
Hoo arr, oi gets powerful ungered a-tunellen.
Harr, morrow to ee, Skip. Ow do ee do.
The industrious moles were loved by all the woodlanders. Infants shrieked with laughter at their quaint
speech, and the moles would smile, speaking more broadly, if that were possible.
Exclamations of admiration and delight greeted the food as it was served. After all, who could resist
roast chestnuts served in cream and honey, or clover oatcakes dipped in hot redcurrant sauce, celery and
herb cheese on acorn bread with chopped radishes, or a huge home-baked seed and sweet barley cake with
mint icing, all washed down with either October ale, pear cordial, strawberry juice or good fresh milk.
Martin muttered through a mouthful of cake and milk, In the name of mice, I d have been a cook and
not a warrior if I knew food could taste this good.
Gonff grinned, trying to answer through a face crammed with chestnut, honey and strawberry juice.
Mmmfff, shoulden talk wiff y mouff full.
Bella sat with the Corim leaders. As they ate they talked. I think for the future we should all live
together here in Brockhall at least all those that can t climb trees and swim rivers. They d be caught by
Tsarmina and her army sooner or later.
Aye, marm, good idea. Skipper agreed. They can t be found out here; the cat knows nothing of
Brockhall. But that doesn t mean my crew and Lady Amber s band. We don t strike our colors and run at
the first sign of trouble.
Nobody doubts your courage, Skipper, Abbess Germaine interrupted. But maybe we re jumping
ahead a bit. With all the woodlanders hiding out here, the cat will have little to do except sit on her tail.
Why not form a good spy network and see what she is up to? Maybe then we can form a plan of action.
What do you think, Martin? You re a seasoned warrior?
Martin had been listening. He cleared his mouth. I think all your ideas are good and sensible. Let s try
them. But peace is not found like a pawful of nuts or an apple. The wildcat is here, and Kotir won t go
away if we close our eyes. Sooner or later we will have to fight to rid the land of them. Only then can we
talk of building and peace.
Skipper and Amber both clapped him on the back.
Let us attend to one thing at a time, Bella advised. First, we need a good spy to keep us informed. If
we know our enemies, we will know their weaknesses.
Ferdy and Coggs marched up, trying to look warlike yet secretive at the same time. We ve heard
you re looking for two good spies, Miss Bella.
Before any laughter could start, Skipper was up and marching around inspecting them. They stood
stiffly to attention, knowing a good officer when they saw one. Skipper eyed them up and down.
Ho yes, I remember you coves two of the fiercest fellers as ever stood guard at the Stickle place. I
heard weasels and ferrets was a-shakin in their skins at the thought you might attack Kotir. Shall we let
em be spies, Lady Amber?
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