User blog:SaynaSLuke/Dream Seekers



By Sayna

Echoes will ring, echoes will fly,

Sixclawed though he be.

A hated one will answer this cry,

What hides will set us free.

Concealed the truth of his past,

His father's fire within.

The truth he may find at last,

The echoes on the wind.

Editors Note
Guess what .. it's Dream Seekers! Yay! I'm at the halfway point, almost. Yay! :D And while my hotspot was broken, I now have much better internet! :D

So I'm very happy, and it's time for dedications!

I dedicate this book to all my wiki friends and readers, especially to Lus, Reep, Astar, Salem, and Spirea. But it's to everyone who reads, whether they comment or not. Thank you, everybody ^^

And of course to my mother. She and I RPG all the time .. orally anyway. Thank her for helping me work some kinks out. XP

Lastly this goes to my father, who fixes my hotspot problems and is a great encouragement. :)

Oh yea, and it's a sub-book. No prologue. It starts at chapter fourteen where ASC left off. I suggest you read that first ;)

Oh yea. And to see all my coding correctly, download the free font Rothenburg Decorative. ;P

Chapter 14 City of Woe
The echoes of a shadow filled corridor bounced oddly about the ancient stone passage way. A shadow darker than the rest swept through it, causing the sounds.

Swartt was not in so bad a humor as last night, but he hadn't slept much. The dank, dripping echoes of his throne room had kept him awake .. that and plotting.

Yes, he had ignored his young offspring for the five seasons since his birth. Was it too late? Swartt was inclined to tell himself not so. After all, that little brat had barely seen him. Yes, he wouldn't know the difference. It would be simple, and the rewards would be great.

The thought of another six clawed warlord after him was enough to drive him on, and so he decided to pay his son a visit at an unearthly hour of the morning.

Swarrt hadn't set eyes on the child, Bluefen, or that mouse thing that he'd allowed to stay .. as a slave under Bluefen, of course .. for a good while. He was busy with his conquest, and he really had no need to visit .. it wasn't like he cared.

Now he cared, and he wasn't expecting much resistance. After all, Bluefen was timid and cowardly .. she hadn't even resisted when he'd forced her to take care of his illegitimate half-breed son.

Half-breed. That term, coupled with his offspring, made him cringe a little. Still, he had what he had, and he would have to make do with it. No .. make the best of it.

With thoughts of his wearet son becoming a mighty conquer, Swarrt yanked open the curtain that separated his wife's allotted corridors from the rest of the catacombs. He about ran into her.

Bluefen scrambled back in shock and fear, as if she hadn't been expecting him. Well, of course she hadn't. But Swartt was still disgruntled. "What are you doing up this time of morning, wench? And why do you look so fearful?"

Bluefen collected herself quickly, her answer timid as ever. "Milord .. I could not sleep. What ... do you .. want, might I ask?"

Swartt huffed. "Yes, as cowardly as ever. Look, get me my son, and be quick about it!"

The gray ferret tensed, stammering, "But milord .."

Swartt was disgusted. "I trust he's in good health? You had better of taken care of him .. you're life hangs on his, understand?"

Bluefen ducked her head. "The child is fine milord. But it is ever so early, and he may not awaken easily .. would you come back later to see him?"

Swartt was not in the mood for delays, he was in the mood for action. "Wench, bring him to me or I'll get him myself!"

Bluefen held up her paws. "Please milord .. yes, I'll get him. Wait if you would, I'll bring him."

She hurried off into the twisting passages. The mouse creature appeared in a alcove for a second, only to disappear again as soon as he saw Swartt. The warlord was disgusted with this .. did these creatures all try to avoid him? "You! Get out here where I can see you, understand?"

This was directed to the corridor, and the mouse creature. He reluctantly came out, fear in his strange violet eyes. Swartt crossed his arms. "Good. Look here. You've got no reason to be afraid unless you've broken my laws. Understand?"

The creature didn't look up, but nodded. Swartt looked around, patience growing thin. "Where is the wench? She should be back by now."

The mouse creature was slowly trying to slink away, but Swartt noticed. "Stop running off! A beast would think you were guilty of something!"

The sooty black beast froze, standing still with eyes lowered. Bluefen appeared in the cut rock doorway, stating, "Milord, wait please. He is not in bed .. he must have wandered out to play in some other room. I'll find him for you."

"It's your life if he doesn't appear wench, got that!" Was Swartt's irritable reply.

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Bluefen hurried off, heart pounding. Why would Swartt want the child .. now? There was only one reason, he wanted to train him .. make him into as much of a monster as he had made ..

The gray ferret choked down a ragged sob as a tear coursed down her cheek. No. No .. he could not do this!

She drew back the musty curtain that concealed her old storeroom, calling, "Esmund."

The cream wearet poked his head from behind some old barrels. "Mommy .. is he gone?"

Bluefen drew the innocent to her, hugging him with a heavy sigh. "No. And .. he's not going .. he wants you."

Esmund drew away, crying, "No! I don't have to, and I don't want to!"

Bluefen clapped a paw to his mouth. "Hush .. I'm sorry Esmund, you do have to. If you don't, he'll kill me .. Byron, and take you by force. Do you understand?"

The little cream wearet blinked back a tear. "But .. I hate him! He's so cruel whenever he sees us!"

Bluefen nodded. "I know, I know .. believe me, if I could, I wouldn't let him walk the earth. But I can't .. yet."

She put a paw beneath Esmund's chin, looking into his sparkling violet eyes. "Listen Esmund. Your name means 'divine protection'. Perhaps ... perhaps you will have some .. I named you in hope that you would. He won't leave without you, and if you are not with me when I return, he'll break my neck as soon as look at me. You are the only real reason I live, that and Swartt's negligence. If you love me my son .. please."

Esmund looked down, before looking sadly up. "Alright mother .. will he hurt me?"

Bluefen lead the child out, stating, "No Esmund, I don't think so. He wants .. to train you to be as him."

Esmund recoiled. "But I can't be like him .. he's ... awful!"

Bluefen sighed brokenly. "I know son .. but you must learn tact .. to play his game and turn it to your favor .. Oh .. but what am I saying. You are so young .. and it is his plan .. all his plan. Is there no hope left?"

She stopped at the door leading into the room where Swartt was, and took a deep breath. "Just ...."

She paused, realizing there really wasn't anything for her to say. "Be brave."

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Swartt was waiting with the greatest impatience, but as he heard the scuffling of pawsteps in the adjoining corridor, he attempted to mask his disgust. After all, the key to getting a child to play along, was to be agreeable.

Bluefen reappeared, leading none other than his son. Swartt hadn't had time to be bothered with the creature for months, and he'd grown into a sturdy little beast. The ferret warlord shot Bluefen a look. "At least you haven't been starving him out of spite, I will say that."

The child in question looked confused and frightened, and Swartt decided he would play his cards gently for once. He knelt, beckoning to the creature. "Come on son, I'd like to talk to you. Beast to beast, like adults, alright .. "

The warlord suddenly realized he could not remember what his idiot of a wife had named this child. Bluefen stood there, as stupid as ever, and didn't offer a bit of help. Of course, she wasn't half that intelligent. Swartt was tactful in his approach. "I'm sorry son, I've forgotten your name with all the things I have to keep track of. What is it boy?"

The child's voice was small and frightened in the silence. "It's .. Esmund."

Swartt was irritated. The wimpy names Bluefen came up with. However the ferret warlord didn't have time to be bothered with it, and right now getting this child on his side was his greatest concern. "Alright Esmund, how would you like to learn many amazing and wonderful things? I can teach you."

There was a note of bitter fear in Esmund's voice. "To be like .. you?"

Swartt wasn't sure where the child was headed, so he decided to play craftily. "Well my boy, that depends. I could make you far greater than I .. to carry the name sixclaw on forever. We could rule together as you grow, as a father and a son .. a mighty king and prince. Wouldn't you like to be a prince? I would train you as a mighty knight .. and someday son .. you will take my place as king."

"And I would be like you." Esmund seemed to have a one track mind.

Swartt sighed in longsuffering. He hated talking to children .. they understood nothing. "You could say that, if you like. More or less."

Esmund backed up, stammering, "But .. you hate me! You've never been nice to me! And what about mother and Byron?"

Swartt felt a flare of anger, mostly because this was not going according to plan. His voice was a little lower than he'd intended. "You know nothing boy, I don't hate you. And as for your mother and her slave, they will live as I have need of them. After all, you're a growing lad .. you needn't hang onto mother's apron strings any longer. It's time for you to take the mantel of what you were born to be .. a mighty warlord."

Swartt honestly thought there would be no more arguments, after all, when the Lord of the Underworld spoke as such, who dared disobey? However the innocence of the child's youth and repulsion to what he'd been taught to hate prevailed.

Esmund yanked away, crying, "No! I will not leave Byron and mother! You are a nasty, wicked creature, just like Byron said!"

Too young to understand the terrible betrayal he had committed, Esmund bolted away into the corridors he called home.

Swartt wheeled around to face the gangly, half rat .. thing, snarling, "Oh he did, did he?"

The ferret's voice was a terrible snarl, and Byron backed away, whimpering, "Please sir .. sire .. I only .."

Swartt slammed the youthful creature against one of the rock walls with ruthless strength, growling, "You thought you'd turn my son against me, fool!"

Byron yelped as the breath was knocked from his lungs, but that didn't stop Swartt from tearing his steal-enforced sixclaw across the creatures white chest and shoulder, staining it red.

If Swartt hadn't been so enraged, he might have drawn his cutlass and finished this rotten traitor off then and there. But at this point the ferret was almost past rational thought, all he wanted was to make the beast who had spoiled his plan pay .. and painfully.

"I'll send you to Hellgates, you useless half-breed!"

Byron tried to wriggle away, but there was no escaping Swartt's merciless judgment. He yelped in pain as the ferret lashed out with his six claws, tearing them into the half rat's back once .. twice .. three times. In blind terror and agony, Byron kicked out, catching Swartt in the shins. The warlord dropped him, but before the creature could drag himself away, his master kicked him in the side with brutal strength, sending him reeling into the rock wall like a limp rag.

There was no fight left in the poor young creature, and what kept Swartt from killing him was hard to say. Perhaps it was Bluefen's small cry of horror.

Swartt wheeled to face his hated wife, to see she was kneeling brokenly on the floor, face in her black paws. She looked up slowly, and Swartt paused. He needed his son's cooperation .. slaying one of his friends might not be the best way.

The ferret snarled. "You be careful wench .. take that as a warning. What happened to him could happen to you!"

Swartt spun on his heel, stalking away to think of another approach. He didn't bother to look back upon the destruction he had wrought.

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Scound woke slowly to realize his leg was almost numb, yet still tingling with pain. Next he realized he was laying on something hard and uncomfortable.

The weasel blinked his eyes open, to be confronted by dark shadows and a few weak lanterns. He groaned, trying to sit up and recall what had happened to bring him to this state.

It all came flooding back in a painful wave. That black rabbit with the gorgeous sword .. their duel .. her strange behavior and mastery .. the fire of agony in his leg .. Swartt's fury .. and now this.

Where was he?

"I'd not move too much if I was ya. Course I ain't. But it's just my advice as yer 'ealer."

Scound turned his head, blinking in the gloom. A dark furred cat stood nearby, mixing something. She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, and her curly black hair spilled into her face, hiding it from her patient.

Scound didn't spend his time around the Shadow Fighter apprentices, yet he knew this creature. She was pretty unforgettable though, with her jingling jewelry and gauzy outfit, as well as being one of the only cats in the horde. "Skadu, ain't it?"

She set about feeling his sore leg, remarking, "Ya. Wull you ain't gonna loose the leg, and while it'll be sore fer a liddle, I think you could walk on it now if you was careful. There was a lot of blood, but the injury is most on the surface. Ya can be happy about that."

Scound clapped a paw to his head with a groan. Skadu snorted. "I don't see what'cher moanin' about. I'd say ya was lucky."

"Lucky!" Scound's voice was desperate. "I got demoted over a liddle surface wound an' a rabbit with a purty sword? That liar Sixclaw!"

The weasel looked up as he realized what he had said, but Skadu was looking at him oddly. "Then ya hate him too?"

Scound paused. "Are ya sayin' .."

Skadu shrugged. "Hey, just cause I was bought a slave an' shoved inta bein' a Shadow Fighter don't mean I gotta want to. Kinta! Can ya git me some more water?"

The frail looking silver rat maid hurried off as a raven's wing black fox hobbled up, leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden staff. Scound raised an eyebrow. "That all of ya? I ain't never seen ya before."

This was directed to the black vixen with shockingly red headfur and paws. Her flat green eyes never changed. "Not many do, sir."

Scound nodded. "Ya I can tell. Are ya all against Sixclaw?"

The vixen spoke again, dully. "Swartt, Shroud, Nightshade .. what does it matter? None of them care for us. None would flinch at slaying us if we prove ourselves unworthy of the life they grant us."

Scound was surveying these creatures in a new light now. They weren't just thin, they were scrawny. They had haunted shadows in their adorned eyes, and they seemed half dead .. at least in spirit. Despite their beauty and jewels, they were miserable .. they were desperate. They were trapped.

The weasel sat up, stating, "Wull you three are a sorry crew .. what say I make ya a liddle deal eh? Bring a smile ta those pretty faces?"

The rat set the bowl of water on the table, asking, "And what might that be?"

Scound winked at her, starting to feel his old self again. "Ya want out don't ya? Wull so do I. I can't do it meself, you can't do it yerselfs neither. Ain't that askin' fer a deal? If it ain't I donno what is."

The fox and the rat looked at each other, as Skadu, who seemed to be the spokesbeast, answered. "How can we trust ya? Ya was the captain! Why'd ya want ta get out eh?"

Scound crossed his arms. "Look 'ere miss, I've been in this horde since before you was born. I fought fer Sixclaw, Aye, an fer Lotor the Great before him! I coulda left seasons 'for I ever came ta Southsward, but I didn't. I didn't an' I'll regret it forever. But Sixclaw lied ta me see? He's lied one too many times now .. fer sure! I ain't gonna stay fer him ta use me fer the dangerous missions, I work fer petty reward an' put me life on the line over an over see? Wull I'm done. An' I'll help ya get out too, how's that?"

Skadu crossed her arms in turn. "Aye, it sounds understand'ble. But here's my question. Why?"

Scound was a little irritated. The ridiculous, prying questions beasts could ask. "Look, does it matter? But I'll tell ya this. Yer young enough ta be me daughter .. ya all are. An' maybe I got a soft spot fer underdogs like ya .. I was one once. I am again. That good enough?"

Skadu looked over at her two companions, who shrugged, before whispering to each other. Skadu slowly reached out, shaking Scound's offered paw. "But if'n ya dare play us false, I'll kill ya myself see? That or my ghost'll haunt ya after Nightshade kills me."

Scound shook her paw, sighing, "Look, what's in it fer me ta play ya false? Now listen ta me .. there's a couple a things I gotta find out. And then I might just 'ave a plan."

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The darkened corridors Bluefen resided in held an air of oppression and fear, far more so than usual.

The gray ferret did her best to care for the wounds Swartt had bestowed upon her slave, though she wasn't sure how much she could really do.

Her slave. Swartt had given Byron the title .. but he was not. He was almost like her son.

Bluefen sighed, laying a paw on his head. He had no fever .. yet. But he was badly knocked about .. Bluefen was almost certain he had a few broken ribs where Swartt had kicked him. Esmund was sitting beside her, and his voice was worried. "Mother .. is Byron going to be .. ok?"

Bluefen looked away. "I .. don't know."

Esmund said no more, and Bluefen did the same. She stroked Byron's black headfur, sighing, "Kesha .. told me you'd do great things. I can only trust her."

Byron groaned, blinking dull violet eyes open. Bluefen picked up his head, giving him a little water. The half-rat drank it, slowly mumbling, "Is .. he gone?"

Bluefen made him drink some more, nodding. "For .. now. Hush though .. rest. He hurt you badly."

Byron coughed, moaning, "Yea .. I .. can tell .. I'm sorry Bluefen .."

The ferret stroked her young ward's forehead. "No, no .. it wasn't your fault. Don't think that. Swartt is a madbeast, I've said before. Just rest. Rest and perhaps he will not come for a few days. His fury should have cooled by then."

Byron's voice was painfully raspy, but he spoke anyway. "How long .. have I been like .. this?"

Bluefen got him to drink a little more water. "Hush .. rest. Will you not do as I say? But it has been several hours. Now sleep child .. that's what you need most."

Byron closed his eyes in pained exhaustion, coughing a little. Bluefen shook her head. The half-bred creature had always been surprisingly strong for his gangly appearance, but now he was helpless. She hoped Swartt would not come. She doubted he would .. right away. He would be back .. in a few days. At least that was her prayer.

But Bluefen hadn't truly prayed in seasons. If Kesha's words about how Ignasa loved vermin like woodlanders were true ... she must be an exception.

As if to prove her point, the thump of boots rang from the outer corridor!

Bluefen froze, struggling to stand as Esmund bolted away with a tiny squeak of fright. The curtain was flung away to reveal none other than the one who she pleaded to fate would not come. But he had.

Swartt was done playing, Bluefen could tell by the demonic glitter in his dark eyes. "Where is he wench? I'll find him one way or other ..."

The ferret warlord paused as Byron moaned slightly. "What? He's still here?"

Swartt sounded positively disgusted, as if he'd forgotten Byron's existence until now, and wasn't happy about remembering. Bluefen didn't look up. "Milord, I will heal him .. he will have use as a slave again!"

Swartt glared at the rat-like beast laying half-conscious on a few ragged blankets, and curled his lip. "Not fast enough. And who said you even get a slave under you? I've been too lenient with you wench."

The ferret reached for Byron, and Bluefen couldn't contain her cry. "Wait .. but what are you doing with him?"

Swartt grabbed the beast in question none too gently, sneering, "What do you think? He's a slave, and I'll sell him like one. After all, he's no use to me like this, and he's a traitor. He's lucky I don't kill him."

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The rising sun glittered over the golden desert sands, and the trail of assorted foot prints. Mystiquestar was enjoying herself the most; after a certain amount of time the horse had decided she liked the desert. She was certainly a lot thinner than when the adventure had begun.

Veil watched her lope ahead, come back, run a few circles around them, and bolt away again. He wished he'd been able to acclimate to the desert as well as she.

Fripple's voice came from behind him. "I'll be glad when we reach the city .. I am tired of the desert."

Veil nodded in silence. The sweltering heat they'd been living with was exhausting, and Veil imagined they were all due for a bath. He knew he was.

Catkin caught up with Fripple, exclaiming, "Oh I want to get to the city too .. I bet it will be ever so exciting! Do you .. Fripple .. do you think they'll have water? You know .. enough water to swim in?"

Aubretia pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "According to my calculations, a city of any good size would have to at least have a river feeding into it."

Catkin was excited. "A river!"

Cedric sounded a little sarcastic from his place in front of them. "A river? Sunshine, there's an ocean."

Catkin stopped walking for a second, ecstatic. "An ocean!"

Esther seemed nervous and unusually quiet from her place on the other side of Fripple, but now she spoke .. to Cedric. "You're sure this city .. isn't .. well .. there's nothing .. wrong .. with it, is there?"

Cedric was getting some of his normal bluster back after the incident with the jackals. "Now Swipe, you just trust me. There's nothing to worry about. Nothing your guide can't take care of."

Veil felt a little irritated with Cedric's behavior, even if he'd seen it before. But the mouse's cocky pride was telling on them all, and while Veil hadn't meant to say a thing, something came out. "How long do you really think to stay with us?"

Cedric looked a little surprised. "You didn't actually think I'd just leave you guys, did you your highness? These ladies need some protection .. from somebeast who knows what they're doing."

Fripple had remained silent until this point, but now she looked up. "I can take care of myself, thank you."

Cedric waggled a paw at her. "Oh not here you can't, Princess. You've got no clue how Southsward works .. you need someone like me to help you. And besides, you look tired .. you can't do it yourself this time."

Fripple looked insulted. "I've done just fine so far, and I can do it again! And I am tired .. of you especially."

Cedric snorted. "Oh come on Princess, what'd I do this time?"

Fripple was frustrated. "It's not 'this time'. It's every time! I could almost like you if it weren't for your ... oh .. your demeanor! Don't you get that? I've tried to be patient .. as patient as I can be .. but you just never stop! You're just so .. proud!"

Cedric rolled his eyes. "If I'm proud, what are you?"

Veil tensed at this, expecting an explosion, but there was stunned silence. Fripple stared at Cedric in amazement for a few seconds, before sputtering, "Alright .. fine! Yes, I am proud. But at least I'm not proud of what I look like! At least I'm not vain."

Catkin shoved between the two mice, exclaiming, "This isn't making anybeast happy!"

Ivan's droll voice rang from behind them. "The day those two make each other happy is the day I'll eat my hat."

Catkin disagreed. "But it can be done. Now you two just need to apologize."

Fripple snarled. "He'd better do it first!"

Cedric crossed his arms. "Look Princess, I've tried to be friendly! What do you have against me?"

Fripple paused again, finally blurting, "I just .. the way you act .. and .. I don't know! Can't you leave me alone? I don't know!"

Catkin, ever hopeful, spoke out. "Then this has promise, if you don't know."

Mystiquestar's hoof beats interrupted the argument, and the horse was panting and very excited. "You guys .. come on .. you've got to see this .. come on!"

She wheeled around, loping off, and Fripple followed, glad of any distraction. Veil reached the dune they'd bolted to in a few seconds, and he knew their initial journey was over.

Like a massive fortress, the city sprawled across the landscape, almost hiding the restless indigo sea that served as its backdrop. A wide river wove from the south, turning it's banks relatively green. Houses and farms were built outside the massive stone walls, and a few ships were moored at the ocean's edge, in what would have to be a bay.

The cry of gulls mixed oddly with the desert, and yet it was a constant, faint noise here. The way was clear now, Veil could even see some horse drawn carts traveling along well worn roads.

Cedric was still irritated by Fripple's behavior, and he was a little demanding. "I got you here ... do I get paid?"

Fripple looked at Veil, who nodded with a sigh. "Yes, he does."

Fripple rolled her eyes, but she complied, digging in her satchel and counting out the money. It took her a few minutes, before she dropped the coins in Cedric's waiting paw. "Seventy sheckles, as we agreed."

Cedric counted the money carefully before pocketing it. "Alright, now .. where are you going?"

Ivan raised his eyebrow. "If you take us, how much do we have to pay you this time?"

Veil crossed his arms, stopping halfway with a wince. "We don't really have the money to pay you more .. do we Fripple?"

This was a question, and the mouse maid nodded firmly. "You aren't going to cheat us out of more money .. the city's right there. We can see it .. why don't you leave and squander your pay on whatever you plan on wasting it with?"

Cedric snorted. "Princess, let me tell you, you're gonna need me far more than money."

Fripple rolled her eyes. "Why? Cause you're hot?"

Cedric couldn't resist a little jab. "Well I am that, quite perceptive of you to finally admit it."

Fripple's glare intensified. "Look, just get out of here. Take your stupid arrogance elsewhere!"

Cedric appealed to Veil and Ivan. "Can you hear her? Come on you two, surely you realize you need a guide who knows their way around? After all you don't."

Veil couldn't help himself .. Cedric was telling on his normally understanding demeanor. "Look, this isn't working. You got us across the desert, and I thank you for that. But we can't get along .. just .. leave us. Why would you stay anyway? You have what you want."

Cedric was honestly shocked, and he reacted too fast for him to put much thought into his reply. "How would you know what I want? Why would I stay with you this long if I didn't ..."

He instantly stopped, as Fripple broke in. "You wanted your pay, it's that simple. Well you've got it. Now get lost!"

Cedric's yellow green eyes glittered with an odd mix of emotions, and he finally snapped, "You know .. fine! Have it your way Princess, but don't you ever say I didn't warn you! I don't know why I've risked my life for you .. obviously you couldn't care one way or other! So go, do it your own! I'd almost like to see you try, but I ..."

He looked bitterly remorseful for a second, before blurting, "But I wouldn't like to see you afterwards. You are a Princess .. made of ice. So go .. see if they care as much as I did!"

The mouse leapt over the dune they stood on, tail whisking behind him as he ran stiffly off, refusing to look back.

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Cedric's paws knew these roads, they were the places he had played in as a child. They were the roads he'd driven chariots on, rode horse's on, and walked upon as he did now. He'd entered the city with a small crowd of commoners .. nobeast had noticed him.

They once had. But he didn't matter now. His rag-bound paws led him to a small, disused alley .. a place that had offered him solace many a time. The mouse sat down wearily on some fallen rumble, before he slowly unwound the strips of fabric that had served him as shoes in the desert.

He cast them aside in a rather bad temper, before whipping the cloth off his head and shoulders, tossing it moodily away. The mouse spoke to a small sand gecko perched on a nearby cracked stone .. his only companion. "She thinks she's so brave. She doesn't know anything, and she won't let me tell her!"

The little lizard blinked emotionless eyes at him, and Cedric huffed. "It's not fair. You know I risked my life for her?"

The mouse answered for his silent listener. "Oh, why? You wonder why? Huh. Me too. I wouldn't have done that much for the ones who idolized me .. and then there's Princess. She couldn't care less, so why should I? But I do! And I don't know why!"

The gecko flicked it's tongue at Cedric in the most unsympathetic manner. The mouse snorted. "What, go after her? What are you, my Uncle Mizzah?"

The accused one slithered to a sunnier spot on its crumbling rock, and Cedric rolled his eyes. "You and Ivan would make a droll pair, wouldn't you? I can't go after her, it's not like a fairytale, let me tell you. Course .. I always thought fairy-stories were silly anyway .. but .. this is ridiculous!"

The lizard was fond of his tongue gesture. Cedric buried his head in his paws. "Oh .. you're no help! The slavers will get her .. get all of them! And .. it won't be my fault .."

He looked up, sulkily arguing with relatively no one. "No, it'll be their fault, ok? Yea .. yea .. fine. Alright, I'll go after them, get myself chewed out .. and you just don't stick your tongue out at me anymore."

The gecko did the opposite of what he was bid. Cedric looked hurt, before asking, "You think Princess will ever like me?"

His audience of one repeated his favorite gesture. Cedric rolled his eyes. "Yea, that's what I thought. Even you understand the obvious. How come I had to fall for a beast who will never feel the same? But fine. Fine, I'll try again. What good it'll do, I've got no clue. She'd rather die alone than she'd ever die with me ..."

He broke off for a second, amending his statement. "That is, live with me. But maybe I will end up dead. Maybe she might have enough humanity to feel remotely sorry."

He watched the lizard, bored with his complaints, skitter away. "I suppose there's only one way to find out isn't there? Sheesh. The messes I get myself into."

Chapter 15 Ghost of the Past
Shroud watched Swartt with an air of mocking disbelief. "You want me to try and sell that? Sixclaw, I didn't know you were that hard up for funds."

Swartt threw Byron at Shroud's feet, watching without remorse as the creature cried out in pain, sprawling to the ground. "Just get rid of it."

Shroud motioned to a nearby guard, a stoat. "Take this thing out of my sight. See if you can sell it with the other used slaves .. though if Sixclaw had one spark of humanity in him, he'd put it out of it's misery."

The fox slaver sneered as he dropped a well worn sheckle in Swartt's paw. "Of course he doesn't. And when even one sheckle is involved .. neither do I."

Byron groaned as the stoat pulled him onto his paws, dragging him roughly away. Shroud's white fangs glittered in a hateful smile as he stated, "So, Sixclaw. I heard you're going to train that half-bred son of yours."

Swartt snarled as he pocketed the sheckle, and Shroud jabbed again. "Ramon's going to run the chariot race again .. and win it. He always wins."

Swartt sneered. "He always cheats."

Shroud shrugged. "He does what we all do. At least he's my son and a full-blooded fox. Oh yes .. and his mother didn't leave him with me and vanish, either."

Swartt snarled. "Oh leave Aisha out of it .. I have suspicions as to where she vanished to."

Shroud smiled smugly. "Really?"

His ferret nemesis sneered. "I think you had a lot to do with that. But it doesn't really matter. I have the child, and one day he will be far greater than your whiny brat."

Swartt turned on his heel, but Shroud's final jab didn't escape him. "Indeed .. we will all bow to the sixclawed wearet warlords."

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Never in his life had Veil seen so many beasts, heard so many hooves pound dirt and cobblestone, or found so many strange cultures in one place. Southsward seemed the time worn capital of ancient ideas and customs, a fathomless pool of morphing practices and dress.

A lot of beasts wore the same sort of clothing Cedric had, sparse and white, with a splash of color in a draping belt or gauzy cape-like shawl. However some wore exotically colored outfits of origins Veil could only guess, with jewel pinned turbans or sweeping headscarves. Some wore a strange mix of the two.

Gold and silver jewelry was prevalent, even among males. Chariots seemed the ideal transportation, and their drivers paid little attention to pedestrians. Veil and his friends learned the apparent rule was for any beasts on foot to jump out of the way, about three minutes after they entered the city gates.

They were walking along in total wonderment, staring at the pillared, box-like buildings around them, when Veil heard an ominous thundering from behind. He wheeled around to see a chariot come through the gates, drawn by a chestnut. For one second Veil didn't move, thinking the charioteer would go around them, but a few moments later, that seemed highly unlikely. Veil grabbed Esther, walking in the chariot's pathway, and jumped aside, knocking Fripple and Aubretia over in the process.

Star seized Catkin's shirt in her teeth, bowling Ivan over as she leapt out of the way. The chariot driver didn't seem to even notice the beasts he could have killed, and carried on with his breakneck pace.

Fripple stood, dusting herself off and muttering, "Maniac."

Aubretia's glasses had been knocked off, and she squinted around for them. "My glasses .. where are they? Oohh .. they'd better be here!"

Fripple picked up her cousin's missing possession from where they lay bent on the ground. She attempted to bend them back into shape before setting them on Aubretia's nose. "Sorry .. they're a little bent."

Aubretia fiddled with them remorsefully. "A little!"

Catkin was attempting to fix her cape-like dress. "He didn't make us very happy."

"He wasn't intending to." Was Ivan's droll reply.

Veil had landed on his side, and Esther had landed on top of him. She picked herself up, offering Veil her paw. "Are you ok? Is your arm alright?"

Veil got to his feet, realizing he'd fallen on his injury. It didn't feel wonderful, yet not as bad as it could have. "I'll be alright. Let's keep going though."

He started off again, and Esther caught up with him, asking, "Where are we going though? I mean .. we got to Southsward .. so .. now what? Do we have something to do? You know .. like a quest?"

Veil sighed. His dream was growing blurry now, it had been weeks since he'd had it. "I've .. got to find .. some sort of secret. And my past, whatever that is."

Esther contemplated this a moment, before stating, "Veil .. I remember the day you came to Redwall. You weren't like you are now."

The ferret turned his head toward her, slowly asking, "What was I like? I know we haven't spoke of it, but I understand enough to know I can't really be a Greeneyes. However all I can remember is Redwall .. beyond that .. everything is vague .. it's just .. gone. I wish I could remember .. but I can't."

Ivan shrugged. "I remember when Lady Redfarl and Lord Arvid brought you .. that was during the war with Lotor."

Fripple spoke up. "You were very shy and timid .. afraid of almost anything at first."

Aubretia interrupted. "But I don't remember!"

Esther laughed. "You weren't born .. or maybe you were a baby. But I can still remember when Veil came .. he was a season or so older then me, and far more nervous."

Veil shook his head. "I can almost remember that part. But beyond that! That's the question."

Star cocked one ear sideways. "Well we can't tell you that."

Veil nodded. "I know. But I think that's part of what I've got to find."

Catkin was hopeful. "Maybe you have a family! Maybe we can help you find them .. wouldn't that be wonderful? I love family reunions!"

Fripple was skeptical. "I'm not so sure. Who knows what Veil's real family is like?"

Catkin paused, before countering. "I like to think they will be very nice."

Veil couldn't say he felt as hopeful as Catkin, for some reason. "Yea .. well .. I guess we'll find out won't we? If they're still alive .. or here."

Star paused at the corner they had come to, exclaiming, "Oh, look at this!"

Veil caught up with her, to see a good sized market place, filled with bustle and life .. a crowd of endless movement. He paused, stating, "Don't you think we should find an inn? We're filthy and tired .. if we had a place to rest for a while, we could get clean again and have time to discuss our next move .. whatever that might be."

Fripple nodded. "That sounds good to me."

Star started across the busy market square, calling, "Well come on! What are we waiting for .. I'm hungry!"

Veil did as the horse suggested, and the others followed suit. Aubretia paused at a little stall selling an assortment of writing materials. "Oh, ink! Fripple, I need some ink, mine dried up remember?"

Fripple groaned, falling back and stopping by the stall her cousin was entranced by. "Look, we need to keep up with the others."

Catkin and Esther had stopped to see what Aubretia had stopped for. The seller, a scruffy old shrew-like animal, looked quite hopeful at the prospect of so many buyers. "Is there anythin' you're seekin' in particular?"

Aubretia picked up a few inkwells. "Oh these .. these are perfect. Please Fripple?"

With four pairs of eyes on her .. the shop keeper's especially .. Fripple gave in. "How much?"

The shrew was pleased. "A sheckle miss."

Fripple handed over the money, sighing, "Here .. thank you sir. Come on Aubretia .. all of you Where's Veil, Ivan, and Star?"

Catkin scanned the crowd, stammering, "Oh dear .. well ... they've got to be here somewhere. They were here just a minute ago!"

Fripple crossed her arms. "Yea .. good job you guys. There are probably hundreds of beasts in this market alone! Now how will we find Veil and Ivan in that? I hope they're with Star!"

At that minute, Star shoved her way through the crowd, exclaiming, "Hey, are Veil and Ivan with you? They were right behind me, but when I looked around, you guys were all gone! Sheesh you scared me. So .. where are they?"

Fripple clapped a paw to her head. "Oh brilliant you three .. and you Library. Don't your calculations say we need to stay together in a place this thickly populated?"

Aubretia thought for a minute. "Yes, I believe they would."

Esther was worried. "Well come on! We've got to find them!"

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Veil and Ivan had been behind Star, when a cart driver had pulled his load out in front of them. When the way was clear again, the roan filly had disappeared into the masses.

Veil looked at his wildcat friend, who shrugged. The ferret turned around to ask Fripple what she thought the next best move was, only to see Fripple was not there. In fact none of his friends were there.

"Oh great." Veil's voice was a sigh. "Where'd they go Ivan?"

Ivan shrugged.

Veil was upset. "We've got to find them Ivan, who knows what could happen to them here?"

Ivan nodded in silent agreement. Veil leaned against a nearby stall, asking, "Where do you think they went?"

"There's plenty of things to distract them. Think about what they might like." Was Ivan's sound advice.

Veil was thinking on this, and he suddenly shuddered. "I hope Esther didn't steal anything."

Ivan wasn't comforting. "Nothing is more probable."

Veil was giving his adopted brother a look, when there was the scuff of a paw behind him. The ferret wheeled around to see a weasel, spear held up, but backwards. Without stopping to think on how odd this was, Veil drew his rapier. "Get away .. what do you want?"

They were at the edge of the market's activity, and nobeast seemed to notice the confrontation. The weasel said nothing, and Veil advanced til his sword blade was nearly touching the creature's nose. "I asked. What do you want with me?"

The weasel held his spear up, almost defensively, even though the blade was still pointing the wrong way, and some sixth sense made Veil try to spin around .. but it was too late. There was a flood of pain as something hit him over the head.

Veil fell to the paving stones, feeling a little wetness trickle down the back of his neck. He tried to struggle back onto his paws, but his head spun.

Where was Ivan? What had happened?

The ferret could vaguely feel somebeast dragging him away, coupled by a fuzzy, yet angry sounding voice. But his head hurt so ...

Veil tried to struggle, but it must have been a weak attempt at best. The strain of moving proved too much, and Veil felt himself descend into a pit of darkness.

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Fripple was in a fix, and she knew it. Veil and Ivan seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth.

The mouse maid was trying to keep her friends from panicking, while she did the same. It wasn't an easy job. Aubretia was calculating what could have happened to the two, coming up with all sorts of horrible ideas.

"According to my calculations, they might have been run over. In fact the statistics point to a sixty-four percent chance they could have."

Esther stared at the mouse. "Don't say things like that!"

Aubretia added in attempt to be comforting, "Of course, there is then a forty-six percent chance they might not have .."

Esther was decidedly un-comforted. "Don't say things like that!"

Fripple interrupted. "You guys, stop it please? I'm trying to think! What would Veil do right now? You know, if we were gone?"

Star broke in. "Well .. he might set up base camp at an inn .. and eat something!"

Esther glared at the horse. "You added that part!"

Star rolled her eyes. "Ok, so I'm hungry."

Fripple was at the back of the group, Star at the front. They were traveling through a shadowed alley, and Fripple paused suddenly, staring back into the darkened passageway.

She felt a shiver crawl up her spine. Why did it feel like something was watching from the shadows? The mouse maid wheeled around, hurrying to catch up with the others. There was nothing there .. it was just her stupid phobias and the loss of the two boys playing with her mind.

Part of her really wanted to believe that lie.

She bolted out into the blinding sunlight, reaching her friends just as Catkin shivered. "Oh .. this place doesn't make me happy!"

Fripple took a moment to look around, to be met by a disturbing sight .. probably the worst she had ever laid eyes on. The place they had come to was filled with dull eyed, hopeless looking creatures of every species. Some were in cages, others chained to the rock walls of houses.

The air smelled .. filthy, and stains of dried .. and fresh blood decorated the surroundings. As they walked by, Fripple found herself meeting many a gaze, some empty, some pleading, some hateful .. but all broken. All listless and waiting for death. Some of the scrawniest and bloodiest beasts didn't even look up.

The mouse maid could imagine she had a look of horror on her face, but she didn't really care. What was this place? But she knew. She had heard her father tell enough tales of his young life as a galley beast to know .. this must be a place where slaves were bought and sold.

Fripple felt a fire of anger growing within her as she saw these pathetic creatures .. some old enough to be her grandparent, some as young as her little brothers.

She paused as she heard a sniffle beside her. Catkin addressed her, with emotion. "Oh Fripple .. they all look so sad! Nobeast could be happy here!"

Esther's voice was disgusted. "I bet the slavers are .. they make money off this."

Catkin gasped. "You mean they sell creatures like they have no soul? Like they are things?"

Fripple's lip was curling in anger toward the slavers as she answered. "That's what a slave yard is, Catkin. That's what slavery is."

Catkin was mortified. "Oh .. that's awful!"

She turned to Fripple, asking, "Fripple .. I know! We can buy them all, and make them all happy!"

Fripple stared at the otter. "Don't be ridiculous Catkin, I can't buy them all! I don't have that much money! It would be better to overthrow the slavers and liberate them."

Catkin was eager. "Oh I knew you'd have a plan! How do we do that?"

Fripple shook her head. "No, not now. I meant .. oh .. forget it. There's nothing we can do."

Esther broke in. "Wait .. maybe I could steal them!"

Fripple turned on her. "No! No, we don't need that! Who knows what would happen if we were caught? We might end up getting sold here next!"

Aubretia took some calculations. "We don't need that occurrence."

Star shuddered. "They all look so hungry! This is making me .. more .... hungry ..."

She broke off at the looks her friends were giving her. "Oh .. well .. it does!"

Fripple rolled her eyes. "Look. Let's just get out of here. Who knows the way out?"

Esther pointed at Fripple. "You're supposed to be leading!"

Fripple groaned, looking for the alley they had come through. "Umm .."

Star broke her concentration. "What's going on over there?"

Fripple followed her friend's gaze, and was not comforted by what she saw. Over there was a sort of wooden platform, a crowd .. and an auctioneer. The mouse took a step forward, entranced by this living nightmare .. this terribly cruel reality.

She'd grown up in Mossflower .. slavery was not accepted there. But here .. the remorselessness, the depravity, the pure wickedness .. it was so real. It was horrible. Fripple watched as two slaves, a squirrel and a hedgehog, were shoved onto the platform, and the bidding began. The two beasts didn't bother to get up, or even resist as they were dragged away by a guard and given to their new owner.

The whole spectacle was over in a few moments, and the auctioneer motioned for the next unfortunates. When they stumbled into view, Fripple stared in pity and shock. These two were far worse off then the first pair. One was a scrawny, filthy looking creature .. his rudder-like tail and small ears betrayed him as an otter, but that was the only thing.

The other was small, young, and mouse-like. He fell on his face on the platform, laying in a miserable heap of bloody black fur. Catkin gasped from beside Fripple. "Oh .. oh .. these two are ever so much worse looking than the others .. they must be so .. sad!"

Fripple bit her lip. Esther's voice was grim at the jeers of the crowd. "Fripple .. what if they don't sell them?"

Fripple meet the ermine's earnest green eyes, before shaking her head. "They'll kill them .. they can't want much for them."

Catkin's voice was almost a wail. "Kill them? Oh Fripple .. do something!"

Aubretia broke in. "Fripple, they can't be very expensive. Maybe .. we should buy them. To save them!"

Fripple hesitated as the auctioneer yelled, "Well come on, make a bid, somebeast!"

Catkin pleaded, while crying. "Oh please Fripple, please? I'll make them ever so happy!"

The auctioneer's cry broke Fripple from her hesitation. "I can't keep em here all day .. one last chance!"

Fripple could stand it no more, and she heard her voice split the silence. "Wait!"

The crowd turned to look at her with a rustling, and she swallowed hard in the presence of so many eyes. The auctioneer addressed her. "Well here's a taker .. five sheckles miss! I'll start you at five!"

Fripple glared at him, feeling rage against the way these creatures had been treated. "Three!"

The auctioneer snorted. "That won't pay me to stand up here missy! Four!"

Fripple snarled back. "You aren't bidding! I'm bidding! Three and a half!"

"Four!"

"Three and three quarters!"

"Four!"

Fripple glared at him. "How do I know if I say yes to four, that you won't make it five?"

The auctioneer was obstinate. "Four!"

Fripple huffed. "Alright fine. Four."

Pleased with this victory, the auctioneer continued. "Five!" Fripple stamped a paw. "You did it again! Four and a half!"

The crowd was laughing by now, snickering, pointing .. obviously Fripple wasn't bidding like a normal beast.

The auctioneer didn't give up. "Five!"

"Four and a half!"

The auctioneer paused, looked at the beasts in question, and finally nodded. "Done!"

Catkin hugged Fripple. "Oh thank you Fripple, thank you!"

Fripple got loose from her friend's vise-like hug to pay the auctioneer, who had his paw out. A guard shoved the two off the platform, and the black mouse creature collapsed again, with a whimper of pain. Esther told the guard what she thought. "You don't shove them around! We bought them! They're hurt, can't you see that?"

The crowd roared with laughter. Fripple closed her satchel, stating, "Let's get out of here .. and get them out of here."

The auctioneer's voice rang out again. "Next!"

Fripple ignored him, and Catkin addressed the male otter. "Hi, I'm Catkin! What's your name?"

The creature looked dully at her with a expression of total confusion. Esther offered him her paw. "Here, can you walk? Catkin and I will help you."

The otter blinked at them, and when he spoke, his voice was raspy. "What? I'm .. a slave."

Catkin threw his left arm over her shoulders, consoling him as Esther did the same with his other arm. "Oh, you're not a slave anymore. We'll get you a bath and some new clothes and something to eat, and that will make you very happy. Oooh do you like hotroot? And what's your name? You haven't told us yet."

The otter stumblingly got his feet beneath him, mumbling, "I haven't had a name in seasons .. but once .. I was called .. Vinwyte."

Fripple was struggling to lift the mouse like beast, who seemed almost incoherent. She pulled him onto a kneeling Star's back, panting, "Good .. grief he's .. heavy .. what's his name?"

This was addressed to Vinwyte, who gazed dully back, rasping, "How should I know? I've never seen him in my life ... I'm an oar slave .. or was. I was paired with him .. that's all I know."

Fripple sighed. "Oh. Well .. where do we go now?"

Aubretia had the answer. "We must go to an inn, to take care of them."

Fripple groaned. "Yes Library .. but where?"

Aubretia shrugged. "Oh. Well I don't know that. Let me calculate which direction would be most likely."

A familiar voice came from behind them, laced in a little smugness, but a little disgust too. "Why don't you ask somebeast who knows their way around, eh Princess?'

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Veil awoke to a slow dripping, like that of something underground. He winced, blinking his eyes open carefully.

It was dark here, lit by a few flickering and ornate lanterns. Veil looked slowly around, realizing that the place he was in was well decorated .. like a prince's quarters. He was lying on a comfortable couch-like piece of furniture, draped with a soft green blanket.

The ferret frowned. Wait. Somebeast had knocked him out and dragged him away .. so why wasn't he in a gloomy cell somewhere? Wasn't that the normal place for a prisoner?

But the place he was in was no cell, it was cool and well decorated. Veil carefully felt the back of his head, starting as he felt the damp cloth pressed to it. Further inspection showed the jackal bite was also cleaned and bandaged.

What was going on?

Soft foot steps made him lay back down, only to stare as a thin chocolate furred cat maiden in gauzy clothing came in, setting something on a table. Veil started at how raspy his voice was. "Where am I? Who are you?"

She bowed, much to his shock. "I am Skadu, yer highness. Are yer wounds feeling better?"

Veil stared at her. "Why are you calling me 'highness'?"

Skadu kept her eyes respectively averted. "You are Lord Sixclaw's son, prince. What else would I call ya? Yer father ordered that you have healing, a bath, new clothes, and food and drink before ya see him. I'm ta see ta all of that."

Veil shook his head, suddenly wincing. "Ahh .. who on earth is 'Lord Sixclaw'?"

Skadu looked up in surprise, before lowering her gaze again. "Yer father sire."

Veil sat up, stating, "Look, I think you've made a mistake .. my father is in Mossflower! Well .. my adopted father."

Skadu shrugged, asking, "Show me yer right paw ... if you would, yer highness."

Veil rolled his eyes as he did as he was bid. "Stop cringing, would you miss .. Skadu? One would think I would hurt you. And call me Veil. Please stop calling me 'highness', I'm no prince."

The cat examined the paw, before holding it up for his inspection, pointing out the extra claw. "I knew ya was ol ... erm .. Lord Sixclaw's son .. you've got six claws. And all da children a Sixclaw got six claws, lemme tell ya. I should know, I ...."

A weasel appeared in the doorway, ordering, "Stop chatterin'. Go get his highness food while he takes his bath. Come on wench, move! Before I report you ta Nightshade."

The weasel raised a paw to strike the unfortunate, but Veil reached out and seized his arm before he could touch the cat maiden. "Stop! She's not doing anything wrong, sir. I was asking her questions .. leave her alone."

He expected the weasel to lash out at this, but instead he bowed low, although he had an odd expression on. "Uhh .. yes sire, a course if'n ya say so."

Skadu looked grateful, and she almost knelt as she backed away, amber eyes averted once more. "I'll get ya some vittles yer highness. Thank ye .. sire."

Veil stared after her in confusion as the weasel stood straight again, introducing himself. "I am your Highness's general, Muggra. If'n there's anythin' you need, I'll see if I can get it for you."

Veil was staring at him, and recognition suddenly dawned. "You .. you're the weasel from the market! Look, why did you knock me out .. and why am I being healed and waited on hand and foot?"

Muggra bowed. "You are Milord's son. I only carry out Lord Sixclaw's orders my prince."

Veil crossed his arms. "And his orders were to knock me out .. take me captive?"

Muggra shrugged. "I'll let his Lordship explain his reasons. Who am I to understand the heart of the Lord of the Underworld? Now it is high time your highness had a bath and new clothes."

Veil stood, as Muggra motioned to an odd pool built into the rock in the room's corner. The ferret was unsure. "Look .. I don't understand .. wait! Where is Ivan?"

Muggra raised an eyebrow, as Veil explained. "My friend .. the cat."

Muggra nodded. "Ah yes, he is receiving the same treatment as you. Why would your father wish to harm one of your friends? That is not they way he would treat his long lost son."

Veil sat at the pool's edge, pulling off his boots as he asked, "Where is my sword?"

Muggra bowed. "Your father has it, and will return it when you see him."

Veil dipped his paws in the water, asking, "And when might that be?"

The weasel almost smiled. "Whenever your highness is ready. I will see you have changes of clothing."

Veil stepped into the pool, pulling his dusty leather vest off and laying it on the ground. He watched Muggra leave, and he shook his head. This was probably the strangest thing that had ever happened to him. From wanted criminal, to outcast wanderer, to prince .. in a few weeks.

Still, no matter how well he was being treated, he couldn't help being nervous. Who was this Lord Sixclaw ... his father .. something unpleasant stirred in his memory, as he yanked of his stained, torn blue tunic and let the cool water sooth his injuries, both old an new.

What was it about the name Sixclaw?

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Fripple stared at Cedric in amazement .. how had he gotten .. here? The mouse crossed his arms. "You go sightseeing in about the worst places, I gotta tell you that."

Fripple stammered. "We .. got lost."

Cedric nodded. "Oh yes .. seems I wasn't the one who got lost, despite your orders."

Fripple was a little irritated. "Look .. what are you doing here?"

Cedric snorted. "I could ask you the same Princess."

His eyes darkened a little. "So you dump me .. a perfectly good looking guy .. and replace me with two near-dead slaves? Princess .. that's just .. insulting."

Fripple stared at him incredulously. "What? Replace you? I wasn't replacing you, they needed help. They would have killed them without us! And beyond that, Catkin would have cried all night!"

Cedric paused, suddenly asking, "Sunshine? She can do that?"

Catkin looked very happy, with Vinwyte leaning against her. "Oh yes! I could have, but I'm every so happy now, and I will make them happy too!"

Cedric slowly nodded. "Riiigght ... and how do you plan to do that?"

"That!" Esther began, before pausing. "I don't really know."

Cedric smiled smugly. "Well, that means you need me again, don't you? Say, where's Mute and His Majesty?"

Esther was a little upset. "They just .. vanished! Do you know where they are?"

Cedric looked slightly less smug. "Oh. No, I've not seen them. I must of picked up your trail after they got separated, I guess. And Sunshine. You ought to keep your pearls in your hair better."

He dropped a string of them into her paw, stating, "Well now that you've got these .. creatures .. where are you going to take them?"

Aubretia spoke up. "According to our previous discussion, we decided we need to get to an inn."

Star broke in. "Yes, I'm hungry!"

Esther glared at the horse. "But we don't know where to go. Could you .. well .. show us the way? Maybe?"

Cedric turned to Fripple with an air of total smug victory. "Well, what does Princess say?"

Fripple glared back. "And how much do we have to pay you this time?"

Cedric pretended to think a moment, before grinning. "Tell you what. This time's on the house."

Fripple first looked surprised, then rather suspicious. "An why would you do that?"

Cedric offered her his paw. "Cause I want to."

Fripple paused, finally shaking the paw. "Fine. But don't think I trust you .. you've got something up your sleeve."

Aubretia broke in. "Fripple. He doesn't have any sleeves!"

Cedric started off, motioning they follow him. "Nah Bookworm, no sleeves makes a beast hotter."

Aubretia caught up, stating, "According to my calculations, the effect would actually be the opposite. Less clothes would make you cooler."

Fripple rolled her eyes as Cedric answered, "However you look at it Bookworm. Princess!"

Fripple's voice was a sigh. "Yes, what is it now?"

Cedric pointed at Esther and Catkin, trying to help Vinwyte walk. "And how long do you think they can keep that up?"

Fripple followed his gaze, shaking her head. "Not that long. How far away is this inn? There are tons of them, aren't there?"

Cedric shrugged. "Sure, but you want a relatively nice one, don't you? So you're going to have to hire a chariot."

Star was walking carefully, trying not to jostle the limp creature draped across her back. "That sounds good ... I have to go so slow for him. And I'm still .. hungry."

Fripple rolled her eyes. "Fine. Where can we get one?"

Cedric winked at her. "Well it's a good thing you've got me, isn't it? Come on Princess, this way."

Chapter 16 Hatred Reborn
Veil stared at himself in the ornate mirror .. for he hadn't looked this well off since the last mid-winter feast. He had on a new, spotless white tunic with blue trim. The V-neck laced part way up, topped by a neckband of gold. Two golden armbands and gold trimmed lacing sandals completed the outfit.

The ferret truly looked a prince of some ancient kingdom .. his rapier would have made him feel almost .. complete.

Skadu smiled at him, for she'd grown far less nervous as she learned of his kind demeanor. "Ya look right swell sire, if'n ya don't mind me sayin'."

Veil shook his head, half dazed. "No .. I suppose not."

He'd dressed and eaten, and was feeling none the worse for his ordeal. Skadu looked around, saying suddenly, "Sire?"

Veil had given up trying to get her to call him by name. "Yes?"

The cat lowered her voice. "Sire, ya seem right decent fer a Sixclaw. Be .. careful milord .. I'd love ta have ya as king."

Veil frowned. "What do you mean?"

Skadu smiled. "Ya saved me a beatin' sire .. maybe worse. Who knows what Nightshade'a done if'n Muggra told her? Ain't that the right sorta warlord ta serve? Fact it's more like a woodland king .. less of a warlord."

Veil looked confused. "Well .. I couldn't be a warlord miss."

Skadu frowned. "Not be a warlord? Yer a Sixclaw. The Sixclaws is all warlords, an always will be. Fates made em that."

Veil was not feeling good about this at all. "Skadu .. tell me what you mean by warlord. I'm not a horde leader .. a murderer .. or a vermin king, and I won't be one. I serve .... another Lord."

Skadu was even more confused. "What do ya mean .. another Lord? Yer father an Shroud is the only Lords. Yer sayin' ya serve Shroud?"

Veil didn't have time to ask who Shroud was, as Muggra appeared in the doorway. "Your father wishes to see you, highness."

The weasel vanished again, and Veil turned to follow, but a soft paw on his arm made him pause. Skadu's amber eyes were earnest. "I don't know who ya serve, but you must be servin' somebeast worth servin .. and it ain't Lord Shroud. I'm glad I could meet ya .. you've made me feel warmer than I've ever felt. Somehow I donno if'n I'll see ya again .. but how ya came from Sixclaw I've got no clue. Just ... don't let him turn ya cruel."

"My Prince!"

Muggra's call made Veil break away from Skadu's gaze before he could ask her what she meant. No matter the case, he felt a sense of foreboding grow within him as he followed Muggra away.

Don't let him turn ya cruel.

Those words made him prepare for the worst.

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Cedric knew his way around Southsward, Fripple did have to admit. Even still, it took them fifteen minutes or so to reach a main street. As they went along, Fripple helped Star keep the unconscious mouse-like creature on her back .. but she also had a chance to observe the beasts around her.

Beyond their flamboyant dress and exotic jewelry .. there was something else. Something sinister.

Some beasts walked about in an odd daze .. like they weren't even one with reality.

Also, Fripple was starting to see something familiar in the strange place .. something that made her skin crawl.

Monocles.

At first she had thought they were simply to aid the vision of those who needed it, but as she saw more and more .. she was inclined to believe differently.

What was going on? As Esther walked by, Fripple grabbed her arm. "Esther .. wait. Look around ... do you see what I do?"

The ermine paused, complying to Fripple's wish. Her eyes slowly widened, and she whispered, "Why ... yes! But .. where did those come from? I thought Bryony found the ones at Redwall in an old tree."

Fripple shook her head. "I know. But I'm not sure I believe it anymore. Bryony may have known nothing ... she may have been set up. But something evil is going on, I swear!"

Esther frowned. "You might be right .. but who would do that?"

Fripple sighed. "I don't know. Yet."

Cedric broke their conversation. "Alright, here we are .. I say, could one of you give us a hand?"

He had addressed three horses standing by the roadside, each hitched to a chariot. The one that answered him was a tall liver chestnut with blonde feathering on his fetlocks. "I suppose. Where to, and how many?"

Fripple spoke up, motioning to the slaves. "We need to get these two to an inn ... they can ride, we will walk."

The horse cocked his head, before yawning. "Whatever. Your business isn't mine. Where to though?"

Cedric nodded. "To the Shaded Waters. You know the place?"

The horse nodded. "Yea. I'll say if you're going to get a room, you better do it. Pretty soon you won't be able to."

Fripple raised an eyebrow, and Cedric answered. "The race .. it's a big deal Princess."

Catkin helped Vinwyte sit down in the chariot as Star gently placed the unconscious mouse-creature beside him. Cedric ran his paw over the sleek, polished wood, remarking, "This is a beauty .. looks like a racer's chariot."

The horse stiffened, before answering softly. "It is. It was my brother's .. but I inherited it upon his death."

He looked away, sighing, "Starflash loved racing. He shouldn't have had to die doing it."

Cedric started. "Starflash! Say .. I knew you looked familiar! You're his brother? Eveningstar, isn't it?"

The horse flicked an ear. "How do you know that?"

Cedric paused. "I .. drove for Starflash once. We were .. friends."

Eveningstar snorted. "You do look familiar, now that I think on it."

They were walking along the roadside, and Mystiquestar broke in. "What's this race?"

Cedric answered before Eveningstar could. "It's a Southswardian icon .. has been for time imemorial."

Star was satisfied. "Oh, ok! I'm Mystiquestar, by the way."

This was addressed to Eveningstar, who raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then where's your mark?"

Star cocked her head. "My what?"

Eveningstar tossed his blonde mane, revealing a white star-like patch on his chocolate coat. "In Southsward it's tradition to put 'star' in a foal's name only when they are blessed with the mark of the heavens."

Catkin interrupted. "Oh well yours in on your cheek, Star. Haven't you noticed?"

The filly thought for a moment, before laughing. "Oh yea, that! I forgot about that."

She flicked her draping black mane away, showing the splotch of raying white on her gray cheek.

Eveningstar smiled softly. "It is said, those with the star mark are destined to do great things. What I will do, I have no idea."

Catkin loved any conversation. "Well .. what do you do already?"

Eveningstar snorted in amusement. "I pull a chariot. Isn't that obvious?"

He shook his mane, stating, "And you may as well call me Star while you're at it .. nobeast calls me Eveningstar."

Esther raised an eyebrow. "That's confusing .. your name is Star .. her name is Star .."

Eveningstar cocked an ear. "I suppose you could call me Evening, if that works better."

He paused. "Oh, here. This would be it."

They'd turned onto a pleasant little side street, and stood before a well worn but well cared for building, with pillars holding up a balcony that overlooked the outside. It seemed fairly quiet, and a faded sign hung outside, adorned by odd symbols.

The liver chestnut looked at Fripple, who was staring at the building. "Say miss, that'll be two sheckles."

Fripple shook herself, digging out the money and holding it out. The horse skillfully used his muzzle to flip open the satchel he wore around his neck, and Fripple dropped the money in.

Eveningstar waited as Catkin pulled Vinwyte onto his paws, and Esther had to nearly pick the mouse up.

The horse dipped his head. "It was .. certainly interesting to meet you. I'll see you around? Are you here for the race?"

Cedric shrugged. "Nah .. they know better then me."

Esther added, "And if you see a golden ferret and a gray cat .. our age .. tell them where we are? They're our friends, but we got separated."

Eveningstar looked a little reluctant, but he nodded. "Of course .... if I see them."

He turned, doing a little crow hop, and trotted back toward the main thoroughfare.

Cedric nodded. "Well, let's get a room or two, shall we?"

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Veil followed Muggra through echoing corridors, not one of which boasted the light of day. While the faint dripping of water could occasionally be heard, Veil was sure this was not a cave .. it was made from cut rock.

The ferret didn't bother asking Muggra anymore questions, the weasel always came back to telling him his father would answer his inquiries.

Veil decided to wait until he met this supposed 'father' of his.

After a bit of walking, Muggra lifted a gauzy green curtain leading into another room. The weasel stood straight, announcing, "His Highness, Prince of the Underworld, and son of his Lordship Swartt Sixclaw!"

Veil slowly stepped into the room, trying to recall where he had heard the name Swartt Sixclaw before. Why did that seem so familiar?

This room was richly decorated with tapestries and draperies, lanterns and torches. All beasts in attendance bowed instantly as Veil passed .. all except a tall figure in a shining silver breastplate, who sat on a gilded chair, ornate enough to be called a throne.

This beast stood, revealing a flowing green cape was about his shoulders. Veil felt his heart beat faster .. for he knew this beast. In the farthest recesses of his memory .. memory he'd forgotten .. was a creature like this.

The beast smiled at him, though somehow Veil felt it was more conniving than truly friendly. "My son, it is good to see you again."

Veil could not make the memories come together properly. They were there .. but he just couldn't quite make them connect to form a clear picture. However the blurry one he was seeing wasn't comforting him. "You're my .. father?"

Swartt raised an eyebrow, though his smile never faded. "Of course I am boy, surely you remember me?"

Veil couldn't rightly say yes, yet he couldn't rightly say no. The picture in his mind was growing ever clearer, brightening in his vision. He did remember this creature .. but with the memory of light golden fur and brown eyes, came fear. The longing to run. The fire of anger toward something that could not be named. The terror of something unknown.

And yet among it was comfort, though not from the creature he was now faced with. From somebeast caring and gentle .. somebeast who's shadow had haunted Veil all his life.

"I take it you do not?"

Veil looked slowly up. "I .. do. And yet I do not. It is .. hard to recall, but I do remember."

Swartt drew himself to his full height .. a little taller than Veil. "Well I see we will have to make a new start. I must say you've grown son .. a fine young ferret, indeed."

Veil subtly wondered at why his father emphasized the word 'ferret'. He frowned suddenly, asking, "Look ... why did you capture me? If you wanted to talk, why didn't you just ask?"

Swartt looked sad. "I am sorry for that son, but Southsward is a dangerous place. I had to get you before somebeast else did. And I do think, once you've heard my proposition, you'll quite forgive me .. even thank me."

Veil did not feel so sure. He thought briefly of Esther, Fripple, and the others, but decided to leave them out. "What about Ivan, my friend? Where is he?"

Swartt smiled again. "Oh the cat? Never fear son, he is simply getting clean and resting."

Veil was not convinced. "He'd want to see me."

Swartt looked remotely irritated, but shrugged it off. "You'll have plenty of time to talk with him, once you accept my offer."

Veil was feeling rebellious. "What if I don't?"

Swartt had an answer. "Why ever would you do that? I can give you everything you could possibly want .. just listen. I think you'll find this quite interesting."

Veil crossed his arms. "Well .. tell me then. What do you want?"

Swartt smiled. "I can give you power .. wealth .. revenge .. even justice to wrongs? What is it you desire? Think it over boy .. you could rule the world. Nobeast could tell you what to do .. who to care for .. who to obey. You'd serve no one .. everybeast would serve you. Nobeast would dare accuse you of anything, and anyone who had harmed you .. their fate would be in your paws. Would that not be wonderful?"

Veil stared at him, slowly processing his words. The first inclination was to recoil, but as the understanding of what Swartt meant soaked in .. something else did too. Something Veil wished he could erase from ever having thought.

For he was tempted.

''Revenge .. they would be in your paws. They would have killed you. They would have killed you with no right. You could make them pay for that .. cause face it. They'll never pardon you. What's better .. to be an outcast forever, or to be king of the world?''

Veil looked slowly up, feeling like the most wretched beast alive to even consider these horrible things. Swartt's smirking smile widened as his son asked slowly, "And .. what would that entail?"

The pictures in his mind were growing together now, and they finally revealed the lost memory of this creature, as Swartt's sickeningly patronizing voice rang out. "A true Sixclaw at heart, my son. All you would have to do is swear allegiance to me."

He held out his gauntleted sixclaw. "Is it a deal boy?"

Veil could see it all now, the times this beast had yelled at him, struck him, struck his mother ... his mother! The young ferret's eyes widened as he saw her in his mind's vision once again .. clearer this time. He looked up, asking softly, "My mother ... where is she?"

Swartt paused, finally asking, "What?"

Veil felt anger grow in him as he repeated tightly, "My mother. I have a mother. Where is she?"

Swartt seemed undecided, before waving this off. "Why would that matter to you? Who cares about her? I'll give you power boy .. what's better?"

Veil wouldn't let it drop. "What happened to her? Tell me!"

Swartt looked disgusted, before stating, "Agree to my deal, and I'll tell you."

Veil felt his anger against this creature grow, as a voice rang in his heart.

"Do not play with serpents, my son. Heed me, and me alone."

Veil looked up, blue eyes sparkling as he growled, "What Lord do you serve? Malimore, or Ignasa?"

The room seemed to freeze as Swartt's eyes hardened, and he asked testily, "Maybe I should ask you the same."

Veil felt an unknown strength surge through him, as he stood straight. "I serve Ignasa."

A terrible silence had fallen, so thick one could feel it. Swartt's nostrils flared, and Veil had the feeling he could barely keep himself from lashing out. "Oh really? Well how do you know this 'Ignasa' as you call him is really real? Have you ever seen him? How do you know he is nothing more than a silly legend?"

If Veil had been unsure of his father's loyalties, he was no longer. "Because I have seen him. He has spoken to me in dreams, I have felt him, and he has given me direction. No legend could ever be that powerful."

Swartt had turned away, and as he wheeled around, Veil saw his brown eyes had turned almost black. The ferret warlord made a sweeping motion with his paw, and a nearby lantern was flung against the wall by seemingly nothing. Veil took a step back as it splintered into a thousand pieces. "You're a ... Shadow Fighter!"

Swartt sneered. "Yes I am. Which would put you and I on opposite sides, wouldn't it boy?"

Veil was slowly realizing the terrible situation he was in. "Yes .. it would."

He suddenly snapped, "But where is Ivan? Where is my mother? Tell me!"

Swartt snorted. "Why would I tell a Prophet anything?"

Veil felt his fury solidifying into hate. "Tell me!"

Swartt suddenly seemed to think of something, and he smiled with demonic cruelty. "You really want to know about your mother? Some things are better left alone you know, Prophet."

Veil felt cold fear wash over him, but he snarled, "I don't care .. tell me!"

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The soft footfalls in a twisting corridor went unnoticed, and this was fine by their owner. Bluefen hurried up a flight of steps, holding up her skirt as she ran.

She had to get back .. with Byron gone, nobeast was there to protect Esmund!

Bluefen couldn't bring herself to stay confined to her quarters though, for she had been exploring the farthest reaches of the catacombs, the untouched passages and long forgotten tunnels .. all in hope of finding a way out.

However she couldn't be gone as long as before. With Swartt's looming shadow hanging over her heart, Bluefen ran silently through the empty hallways, gray-streaked black hair flying behind her.

She was in the catacomb's second story, and she slowed as she reached the place she knew the openings to Swartt's throne room would be. Once a place used for final ceremonies before burial, the ferret warlord made his home there.

Bluefen paused at an opening in the rock, leading to a fifteen foot drop into this regal chamber. She breathed softly, slowly peering around as she heard angry voices. She felt herself freeze in amazed shock .. for another golden ferret stood before Swartt.

Young, tall, and princely, with fur like shining gold and dark points .. Bluefen choked back a cry of wonder.

Her Veil .. could this be her Veil? The little, scrawny child she had raised? Was this him?

''No. He's dead .. you know he's dead!''

But reason could not blot out hope, or reality. However Swartt's voice made her gasp softly.

"You really want to know about your mother? Some things are better left alone you know, Prophet."

The beast who had to be Veil snarled back, hatred glittering in his eyes. "I don't care .. tell me!"

Bluefen felt her blood grow cold. They were talking about her.

Swartt's next words made her softly snarl in absolute hatred. "Well, it's no great mystery she loved you, pathetic, sentimental thing. And when you were lost at Salamandastron .. well .. she never recovered. She died of a broken heart."

Veil looked stunned, and his instant reply reached a very lively Bluefen's ears. "No!"

Swartt was mocking. "Oh yes little boy .. yes. And really, it was your fault."

Veil didn't exactly reply, and Swartt motioned to Muggra. "General. Take our prince to the cells. He might think he's a Prophet, but I'm not done with him yet!"

Bluefen heard her claws scrape against the rock wall behind her, and she curled her lips in a loathing snarl. That liar Swartt would never harm her Veil ... she would sooner die!

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Bluefen was not the only unknown .. and unwanted watcher to Veil's ordeal, for another pair of eyes watched. Normal, muddy brown eyes that glittered with bright interest.

Scound was not necessarily totally sympathetic toward either side, though he was for anyone over Swartt. And he was quite interested in the fact Veil had openly proclaimed he was a follower of Ignasa.

Scound had met these followers of Ignasa before, seasons ago. The cream-furred squirrel prince .. his snowy father .. the young red dog-fox he'd served as guard with .. all these echoes from more than eleven long seasons ago.

Scound had grown numb. He was touched by Veil's courage and refusal to fall to the temptations his father had taunted him with. Once again, the weasel felt something stir in his heart .. something that he thought was long dead.

Was it nobility? Courage? Honor? Was it simply the longing to have these qualities? Was it the call of some greater purpose .. a better life than this slavery he was chained in?

Was it the voice of this unknown lord .. this Lord Ignasa?

Was it the mockery to not having listened the first time?

Scound watched as Muggra roughly escorted Veil away, toward the cells even lower down in the catacombs. The weasel scratched his chin. This should be useful to him .. if Swartt had a son on the side of Lord Ignasa.

Scound thought for a moment, before he followed Muggra and Veil down deeper into the darkened chambers of a kingdom that never saw the sun.

The demoted weasel watched with narrowed eyes as Muggra shoved the golden ferret into one of the first cells, slamming the door shut with a clank. He then looked around in disgust, probably for the missing guard. There weren't many prisoners, but Scound felt Muggra would have a new beast on guard duty soon. So if he was going to make his move, it was now or never.

As Muggra stalked off, Scound slipped to the iron bars Veil now sat behind. "Hey, kid. Over here .. look I ain't against ya."

Veil glared at him with dull suspicion, and Scound insisted. "Look, I .. know about Lord Ignasa. An' I think his way sounds better'n Swartt's. I can help ya kid, anythin' to get a jab at ol' Sixclaw."

The ferret seemed to comprehend his urgency, and didn't waste time. "How?"

Scound looked around, listening carefully for a second. "Is there anybeast ya know who's outside? Who Swartt don't got his paws on?"

Veil blinked slowly, seemingly contemplative, and stated at length, "If you bring them to harm ... I swear I'll ..."

Scound shook his head. "Kid, if they're in Southsward, Swartt or Shroud'll get 'em sooner or later. Might as well let me warn 'em .. that way they'll 'ave a chance."

Veil looked around, closed his eyes, before snapping them open and finally nodding. "Alright, if you put it that way. Yes, I've got five friends who came with me .. don't underestimate them though. Esther's an ermine, white with red points, and a deadeye with the bow. Star's the horse, she's blue roan pinto. Catkin's a brown otter maid, Aubretia's a young mouse with golden fur, braids and glasses. Fripple .. well .. call her fierce. She's a gold mouse with a long tail, and a long, dark brown braid ... you'll know her by her weapons."

Scound nodded, and Veil suddenly reached through the bars, grabbing the weasel's tunic collar. "Now swear by Ignasa you're not a spy, or you won't be leaving. My friends will not fall into this monster's claws, see?"

Scound understood his fear, and held out a paw. "Kid, I swear it."

Veil stared him down, before letting him go. "Fine. You'd best be telling the truth."

Scound looked around. "I am. Now kid, I'll try and come back. But I've got to get out of here, before somebeast comes .. they'll post a guard soon."

The weasel bolted away, looking back to see sapphire eyes digging into him with intensity. Scound swept around the corner, and didn't breath easy until he'd gotten a good ways from the prison.

However he'd gained something. This could be turning in his favor.

Chapter 17 A Thousand Lights
Fripple ran one of Esther's brushes through her ratted hair with a sigh. She'd had a much needed bath, and she scrubbed out her ragged clothes while she was at it. They were still torn though, and sort of .. gray.

And besides, now they were damp. She twisted the hair into a careless braid, examining it in the mirror for a second. It would have to do.

She flipped it over her shoulder, pulling on her dusty, hot boots, and buckled on her belt with it's four knives and saber.

The mouse thought for a minute, before setting her sling and stones on the bed in favor of her dusty satchel.

Fripple sighed, slipped out the door, and stepped into the next room. She started in surprise at Vinwyte, for he was clean now ... his fur was snow white. Pale scars laced their way across his shoulders and chest, and a dark crimson mark like twin curling waves adorned his right cheek.

The otter was eating a bowl of something as Fripple came in, and the black mouse was in the nearby bed .. still asleep. Aubretia walked up to her cousin, stating, "Fripple, I've been taking some calculations. We need more food .. new clothes, some more bandages. In short, somebeast must go to a market and buy some new things."

Fripple was blank at first. "Who?"

Aubretia scratched something down, before stating, "Well .. Esther might steal something, Catkin might feed somebeast hotroot, Star will just eat it, whatever it is .. and I think I'm too small. I might get run over. Statistically, that leaves you."

Fripple sighed. "I hate shopping. Fine, I will .. but where is the nearest market? I don't have a clue."

Cedric appeared in the doorway, apparently having been listening. "Well if you need a guide Princess, I've been one long enough I'm rather used to it. Oh yes. And you needn't pay me."

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Aha .. you and I. Just .. us."

Cedric shrugged. "Unless you want to take Bookworm?"

Fripple thought for a moment, before shaking her head. "No, that will take longer .. fine, I'll go with you."

Cedric bowed in a joking manner. "After you your majesty."

Fripple sighed, turning to Aubretia. "Just ... keep an eye on things while I'm gone .. you too Esther!"

She followed Cedric out, shutting the door behind her. "Alright, let's make this fast. We need food, some clothes, and some healing supplies. I think we can get this done in less than an hour .. don't you?"

Cedric walked across the inn's first floor, observing, "You aren't a shopper, are you Princess? Sounds like you shop about like a boy."

Fripple shook her head as she followed him out the door. "Yea, I do. And you're a boy ... help me out here."

She paused, looking suspicious. "Unless you shop like a girl."

Cedric looked a little hurt. "Me? Nah, course not Princess. Tell me though. Have you ever been in a city like Southsward?"

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "I grew up in Mossflower .. in Brockhall. No, I've never seen such a place as this."

Cedric grinned. "Oh really? Maybe I can show you a corner of it. But first .. if you don't mind me saying .. you need some new clothes."

Fripple cast a glance at her ragged attire. "I suppose. There are more important things ..."

Cedric shook his head. "Nope. I'm leading this expedition, and I say you need to blend in with the crowd. Who knows what attention you could attract, looking like this?"

Fripple thought for a moment, before sighing, "Yea, ok .. you've got a point."

Cedric grinned in some triumph. "Yes I do, glad you finally admitted it Princess."

Fripple thought about telling him to quit being so .. irritating, but with Veil gone, her morale was shattered. She sighed, for some reason not wanting to start a fight. Really, she just wanted to be left alone, but she couldn't see that happening.

"Why so quiet Princess? Aren't you going to tell me to quit gloating like an arrogant idiot?" Cedric sounded curious.

"Don't feel like it. But if you really want it, I'll give it to you." Was Fripple's mumbled answer.

Cedric raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

Fripple felt something snap, but she didn't fly at the mouse in a fit of temper, just muttered hopelessly. "My two best friends in the world vanish, and you expect me to be happy? Who knows where they might be now! And I can't do anything, I can't .... can't save them. I don't even know where to look."

Cedric didn't say anything for a minute, before he asked, "You've got to save them?"

"They're my friends! I feel so .. helpless! I just .. can't stand feeling helpless." The mouse's reply was tired.

Cedric looked down for a few moments, and for a few moments, nothing was said. The mouse looked up, a genuine expression of understanding on his face. "Princess, I'm sorry things had to happen this way, I really am. Maybe they are just lost, and we will even meet them."

Fripple stared at him for a moment, as if discerning his motives. A slow, wane smile flitted across her face, before it was once again gone. "I doubt it. Something awful has happened to them .. I just know."

Cedric shook his head. "Princess, your problem is your mindset .. I think I've told you that before. You need to stop thinking of the worst possible thing, and start hoping. You need to think positively."

Fripple shot him a tired, sideways glance. "It's no good to think positively. You might as well prepare for the very worst, that way if it's better than you thought, you can be encouraged. And if it's as terrible as you told yourself, at least you won't be disappointed."

Cedric blinked at her a moment. "You've totally missed the point of life Princess, really. Life isn't all gloom .. you've got to know how to have fun too. How to smile. I don't think I've seen you smile more than twenty times since we met. That's just totally out of balance .. no wonder you're so grumpy. You don't know how to enjoy the journey .. which is odd since you've lived a pretty sheltered life in comparison with somebeast like me."

Fripple looked at him oddly as his words sank in. "I'm grumpy? Well .... maybe I have been. I don't even think about it, I guess. I've been so worried the last few weeks .. so unsettled .. I don't know. Maybe I am too sheltered. But to see your kind and just uncle suddenly turn on your best friend and accuse him of murdering your aunt ... to have to choose which side of an absolutely skewed argument .. with your friend's very life on the line ... it doesn't help your view of the world. I guess it shook my trust ... about everything .. it was so sudden. I still don't even really know what happened."

Cedric paused, before stating, "Well .. that's a little rougher than I thought Princess."

He cleared his throat as they made their way down a quiet alley. "Look. I know all about being depressed. And I've gotta tell you, you've got all the symptoms. But ... I think I know what to do for that."

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why would you bother? I've not been exactly nice to you."

"You haven't at that. But I want to, and that's my business, Princess." He winked at her. "you need to learn how to lighten up, and I know just the thing. But first .. those clothes. Come on, keep close to me, unless you'd like to vanish like your friends."

Fripple caught up with him with a sigh. "What about the food and .. all that?"

Cedric grinned. "All in good time .. after all, I know where I'm going."

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Bluefen paced her corridors, under the watchful violet eyes of Esmund. She was deep in thought.

Would Swartt be coming back? Would he be more interested in Veil now?

It was likely .. after all, Veil was older. Probably seventeen or eighteen seasons now. He was the ideal target.

Would Swartt turn him as wicked as ... Bluefen shook her head with a groan. No! No, never! But Veil hadn't seemed pleased with Swartt at all, upon being told she was 'dead'.

The gray ferret pondered this. Why was Veil so spiteful to his father? Why was he even alive?

Swartt had told her the woodlanders would surely kill him, if he wasn't dead already. Swartt had lied .. again. Because Veil had fallen off a horse and been hit in the head. He couldn't just crawl off and survive on his own. Besides he spoke with a slightly northern and very woodland accent. Which meant the woodlanders had raised him .. had saved him!

Bluefen had been furious with Swartt before. She'd planned on raising Esmund to spite his father .. hate his father .. kill his father. But it had all been shadowed by hopelessness. Because if woodlanders .. supposed goodbeasts .. would kill a young, helpless child .. her child .. was there really any good in the world?

But now .. now the woodlanders she had held an unjust grudge against, had not killed her beloved son, but saved his life!

And Swartt had lied .. Swartt had lied yet again. Swartt had gone too far. This was the last straw ... her days of hopeless slavery were over.

She was going to save Veil, even if she died doing it. The only reason she had lost him, was Swartt. The reason her heart would always be shattered .. the reason her life was in ruins .. it was Swartt. The reason even Esmund, whom she had grown to view as a son, was always endangered .. it was all Swartt.

And Swartt would pay.

This was not an empty, hopeless cry of a broken heart in search of unreachable justice and revenge. This was a mother wolf robbed of her pups, a wounded dragon on a quest for blood.

This was war.

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Fripple wasn't sure how much more crazy this day could get. They'd got to Southsward after weeks of travel, Veil and Ivan had vanished, she'd been forced to go on an .. adventure with a beast she didn't trust at all, and now she was shopping for new clothes?

This was just .. insane.

If she hadn't seen the validness of Cedric's point about being inconspicuous, she'd have kept her ragged dress.

However Cedric seemed to find this interesting. He picked up a long white gown, asking, "And how about this?"

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "It's way too long .. you really think I can fight in something that drags the ground?"

Cedric rolled his eyes. "Alright .. what are you looking at?"

The shop they stood in was a small roadside one, lit mostly with lantern light. Fripple looked around at the piles of clothing, some far too large, some too small .. but all primarily white. "Oh .. I don't know. Something short."

Cedric dug through a shelf of dresses, pulling out a gown with a slanted skirt twice as short as Fripple was comfortable with. "Like this?"

"No, that's too short. I mean like knee length .. like what I've got on." Fripple glanced around in hope of inspiration, and noticed the shop keeper watching them with a very odd expression.

Fripple sighed, imagining the sight of a male beast trying to convince a female to buy a dress wasn't exactly normal.

The owner, a middle aged squirrelwife, walked around her counter and over to them. "Can I help you? You seem to be having a hard time deciding on something."

Cedric answered. "Yes, we're looking for something for Princess here .. knee-length. You have anything like that .. her size?"

The squirrel thought for a moment, before nodding. "Maybe .. come with me."

She walked past them to a shelf in the far corner, moving things around for a moment, before pulling out a sleeveless dress with a high green collar and simple cutwork around the neck. The garment itself was pale cream, and had a wide green belt. "That's probably the nicest one."

Fripple glanced at Cedric, who raised an eyebrow. She took the dress, shrugging, "Well .. this might work .."

Cedric nodded. "Well go try it on Princess, the night's wasting. The sun's setting out there."

Fripple looked out the open door, realizing he was right. The squirrelwife motioned to a small closet-like room in the shop's farthest corner. "In there .. hopefully this works for you."

With no real alternative, Fripple did as she was bid. She pulled the heavy curtain across the doorway, wishing there was a real door as she hurriedly yanked off her old clothes, grabbing the dress and pulling it over her head the next second. It took a few moments to smooth it down after this and buckle on the wide belt, however.

A little light came in above the curtain, but it was still dark. Fripple felt a little odd without sleeves, but it was considerably cooler. The mouse rolled up her old dress before shoving the curtain aside and stating, "Yea .. it fits pretty well."

A slow grin grew on Cedric's face, before he seemed to notice something. "Your boots Princess .. they'll never do. Nobeast wears tall boots like those in Southsward .. they're a dead giveaway. You need sandals."

Fripple thought for a moment. "Well .. I don't see any here. I'll go barefoot."

She turned to the shopkeeper. "How much is that?"

The squirrel shrugged. "That's sat there a while .. I'll let you have it for seven sheckles."

Fripple didn't like the thought of spending that much on a dress, but she realized it was unavoidable. She produced the money, handing it over. Cedric nodded to the squirrel. "Thanks for the help."

Fripple sat on a bench, pulling off her tall boots before following Cedric out into the street. "Hey .. um .. what do I do with these while we get the other things?"

Cedric thought for a moment, before stating, "Here, roll the boots in the dress. We'll think of something. Follow me, the stands with food are over this way."

Fripple didn't like walking on the sharp cobblestones with no shoes, but it couldn't be helped. Cedric motioned to a stall with some fruits, vegetables, bread, and a few fresh fish. "There's good enough. Get what you need, I've got to look at something over there."

Fripple could see the stall he was pointing too, but dusk had set in enough to make it hard to tell what was for sale there. She shrugged. "Ok. Just .. I really don't know my way back, you know."

Cedric shrugged as she walked over to the shop, selecting some bread, carrots for Star, something that looked a little like watercress .. though most of the things before her were foreign. It took longer than she would have liked, though the prices seemed reasonable. She didn't have to spend much more than for the dress.

Fripple turned around to look for Cedric, jumping to find he was behind her, hands behind his back. She raised an eyebrow. "What were you getting?"

Cedric held up a basket. "Number one, you need something to carry that stuff in."

Fripple slowly took the item, dropping her armload of food in it. "I ... well .. thanks."

Cedric held up the other paw, revealing a pair of short yet elegant lacing sandals. "And I thought you might need these."

Fripple blinked at him for a moment, before Cedric put them in her paw. "Well? Put them on Princess, you need to complete the look."

She took the offering, pulling them carefully on. "How'd you know they'd fit?"

Cedric shrugged. "Lucky guess."

Fripple picked up the basket as a rare smile of gratitude crossed her face. "Thank you."

Cedric's grin seemed a little infectious, and he had it on now. "That's the nicest I think I've ever seen you Princess. Come on .. let's get the rest of the things."

Darkness fell slowly, and as it did, the small market place became alive with lanterns and candles .. it almost glittered. Fripple was feeling like she'd completely drained herself of funds as she bought the bandages, even if she had about a hundred sheckles left.

She'd bought clothes for the slaves too, and Catkin, Esther, and Aubretia. The mouse walked back to Cedric, placing the healing supplies in the basket. "Ok .. I think we have everything."

Cedric looked through their collection, asking, "Did you get sandals for Swipe?"

Fripple groaned. "Oh .. no. I forgot."

Cedric pointed to a nearby shop. "Well there you go. Try and get her size."

The mouse watched her walk off, a little disappointed. She'd make him take her back now, right when he was getting someplace. It couldn't be helped though, he supposed.

"Cedric? Fancy meeting you here."

Cedric jumped, to find himself faced with none other than Eveningstar, still hitched to his chariot. The horse cocked an ear. "Doing some shopping?"

A brilliant idea was coming to Cedric .. pure genius. "Say .. do you have any passengers?"

The horse shook his head. "No. I'm off now .. came to buy some carrots. I haven't had any in too long."

Cedric broke in. "I've got some passengers for you. This .." He put the basket of food in the chariot, "This .." He added the clothes, "And this." The mouse placed the rolls of bandages in with a flourish. He opened Eveningstar's money satchel, dropping in three sheckles. "Do me a favor and take this stuff back to the Shaded Waters and those .. friends of mine, would you? Keep the change."

Eveningstar was looking over his shoulder. "Is that .. Miss Fripple?"

Cedric saw the mouse maid was returning with a pair of sandals in paw, focusing on walking in her elegant new footwear and draping skirt. "Go .. move .. don't let her see you. Out .. quick!"

Eveningstar paused for a moment, before a look of understanding crossed his face and he snorted with laughter. "Oh I see how it is."

He didn't ask more questions, to Cedric's immense relief, and turned, trotting away as Fripple returned. "I got the sandals ... Say! Where's our things?"

Cedric grinned unashamedly. "I sent them back to the inn."

Fripple looked stupefied. "How??"

Cedric winked at her. "With a .. trusted friend."

The mouse maid frowned. "It had better get there .. I don't have unlimited funds you know. Wait .. why couldn't we carry it?"

Cedric smiled, doing a quick bow. "Because we, Princess, are going to find out how to make you have some fun."

Fripple stared. "What?"

Cedric grinned. "Come one, the night waits for nobeast. It's time you saw just why Southsward is called the city of a thousand lights."

Fripple followed him, asking, "But .. where are we going?"

Cedric mentally crossed his fingers. "You're gonna love it."

He heard her sigh, and stated, "Now it's near here .. a favorite place of mine. The owner's son's an old friend of mine .. great friend. He's a fun guy. But you'll see Princess. It's kind of an odd joint .. they're probably having some sort of celebration for the race. My friend .. we raced together."

"I see." Was Fripple's dubious yet somewhat neutral reply.

They'd walked out of the market, and Fripple was staring about her in wonder. The lights really were amazing .. and there were so many of them. Strings of lanterns hung over the streets, turning them alive with warm, gleaming firelight in addition to the many beasts that frequented them. Cedric seemed to know where he was going, so Fripple decided to give up for once.

The mouse's voice broke through her reverie. "Here we are."

Fripple looked at the building, noting it's pillars and high arching doorways, like the rest of the architecture of Southsward. She read the weather beaten sign with some uncertainty. "The Jackal's Den."

Cedric laughed quickly. "Oh that's a little joke about my friend's family, that they're part jackal. They're not, of course .. you needn't worry."

"Aha ..." Fripple didn't sound so sure.

Cedric pulled the door open, stating, "After you Princess."

Fripple gave him a long stare, before walking in, glad she still had her saber. The building she was in now had two stories, but the second one went mostly around the walls, supported by pillars and creating an overhang.

There were plenty of beasts here, some of which Fripple found to appear shady characters, some of which she figured could go either way. Cedric walked past her, hailing somebeast. "Hey Errik! Matey!"

The creature that looked up was slender, tawny, and fox-like, with a pair of overgrown ears, large, dark eyes, and a bushy tail. "Cedric? What? It can't be you?"

Cedric laughed. "I've returned from my wanderings abroad."

Errik, as he was called, grinned widely, slapping the mouse on the back. "You rouge! You said you weren't coming back!"

Cedric regained his breath, motioning to Fripple. "Errik, this is Princess. She and her friends are the reason I'm back .. I acted as their guide."

The mouse maid rolled her eyes, holding out her paw. "I'm Fripple."

Errik raised an eyebrow. "And you're Cedric's .. friend?"

Fripple smirked, before sighing. "I guess."

The slender fox grinned with all of Cedric's demeanor. "Oh I see. So .. Fripple. You speak with a different accent than us .. where're you from?"

Fripple shrugged. "Mossflower."

Cedric grinned roguishly. "The Princess."

Errik's eyes twinkled. "Are you really the Princess, or has Cedric here just nicknamed you that?"

Fripple sighed. "Both and. He did .. but I am one of the princesses."

Errik socked Cedric playfully in the shoulder, laughing, "Rouge."

The mouse rubbed his shoulder as Errik threw his arms around both of them, dragging them over to a table in the overhang's shadow, and depositing them at it. "Since I never thought I'd see you again and cause you've got a pretty friend, the night's on me. What'll you have?"

Cedric looked at Fripple, who shrugged. He grinned. "Well Princess here doesn't know, so I'll let you pick Errik. By the way, how's racing these days?"

Errik's face fell. "Over for me .. I'm worse off than you."

He pulled his left leg into view, revealing it was crooked. "I can walk on it pretty good .. but they'll never hire me again. So here I am in the restaurant business. But I'll get you something friends."

As he walked off with his subtle limp, Fripple could have sworn his eyes twinkled with mischief. However Cedric didn't let her concentrate on the slender, tawny fox. "So tell me Princess, is this place really so bad?"

Fripple looked around, noting the strings of softly glowing lanterns, the gilded architecture, and the odd yet rhythmic music being played near the open center of the building and what appeared to be a dance floor. "I suppose not. It's better than I thought."

Cedric looked pleased, as Fripple asked, "This race is .. dangerous, isn't it?"

The mouse was a little guarded. "Where'd you get that idea?"

Fripple shrugged. "Eveningstar said his brother was killed, I pick up that you were in a sort of accident, and Errik says he was crippled in it."

Cedric shrugged. "There are .. dangers, as with any sport. There are dangers in fencing, Princess."

Fripple wasn't sure she completely believed him, but she didn't really have time to ask either, as Errik returned, placing two glasses for wine on the table. Fripple broke in quickly. "Oh I .. don't drink. Water is fine .. yea."

Errik raised an eyebrow but complied as he did a small bow, "Yes your highness."

Cedric wasn't against a little wine. "You don't? Princess, you've got no clue what you're missing."

Fripple shook her head. "Oh I've heard Ben Stickle the cellarhog tell about how long that stuff sits. It's ... completely unappetizing."

Errik burst out laughing, as he set a plate of some fried vegetables that looked like they might have been turnips on the table. "What a way to look at it .. yes, I can see you could get on quite well with Cedric, he needs somebeast like you to keep an eye on him!"

The fox limped away as Fripple raised an eyebrow questioningly. Cedric broke into her thoughts. "So Princess, I know you've never told me much about Mossflower, but what's it like?"

Fripple perked her ears up, blinking a moment, before answering, "Well .. you've been there."

Cedric shook his head. "No, I mean .. how do you live? You say you live in this .. Redwall?"

Fripple shrugged. "Oh .. I don't live in Redwall. Well, I'd visit a lot .. my cousins all live there. I've got four, you know? And two little brothers. My uncle Groddil lived there .. he was my mentor. But I lived at Brockhall."

Cedric raised an eyebrow, and Fripple explained. "Brockhall is a manor .. it used to be Bella's .. the badger lady. But she's too old to live alone, so she gave it to my parents .. we live there. Well .. we used to."

Cedric took a sip of wine, asking, "And where'd your family go, Princess? You speak of them fondly."

Fripple shrugged. "Trubbs .. an old friend of my parents .. he's been trying to keep Salamandastron in one piece, and he asked if some Mossflowerian nobles would aid him until the prophesied sun-marked badger comes to rule the mountain. Well .. Timbal and Sayna are king and high queen .. it's sort of their duty to help a fellow kingdom. They took Gustav and Coll, but I was training under Groddil, and Groddil was training most of the apprentices .. so he couldn't leave. I stayed .. I was close to being knighted .. but then everything went wrong, and I had to leave with Veil."

Cedric was interested. "Knighted?"

Fripple shrugged. "Yea .. Veil and my cousin Luke were Groddil's best swordsbeasts, but I was in third place .. who knows. I might have passed up Luke had things stayed the way they were."

She laid her head in her paws. "I don't know why Ignasa let this happen."

Cedric seemed genuinely interested. "I've heard of your Ignasa, Princess. But I've never seen any reason to believe he exists."

Fripple looked up, asking, "You don't believe in him? Well .. I probably should have guessed."

Cedric shrugged. "Well I've never seen any proof of him .. or any real 'supernatural' power. I guess I just don't really believe anything like that exists outside of legends."

"But it does!" Was Fripple's quick reply.

Errik walked by, laying a platter of baked fish and a potato-like vegetable on their table. "Being from Mossflower, I don't suppose you've had a lot of seafood. Thought I'd let you try some."

The fox grinned. "So how's the conversation? And I assume you can sing, your highness?"

Fripple stumbled at changing the subject so quickly. "Um .. I .. erm .. yea, I guess. Sort of."

Somebeast called out to Errik from another table, and the slim dog-fox sighed, limping off. Cedric watched him go for a moment, as Fripple took a bite of the flaky, baked fish. She found it almost better than the Grayling at Redwall feasts. Cedric took a bite, asking, "So how do you know?"

"Huh?" Fripple was slow to understand quite what he was talking about.

Cedric explained himself. "How do you know that Ignasa is real?"

Fripple paused, before stating softly. "I've seen him, once. When I was very young. The memory is faint now, but he was shining gold and glowed with light .. his fur was made from light, almost. I watched him crown my parents, uncle, and aunt as the kings and queens of Mossflower, according to prophecy."

Cedric stared at her, and she sighed. "And you don't believe me."

"Well .." Cedric's voice was hesitant.

Fripple shrugged. "I can't blame you. It sounds impossible. But I saw him. It wasn't until many seasons later that I chose to follow him .. seeing isn't always believing."

Cedric took another bite of fish. "You say you follow the Lord of the Morning?"

Fripple frowned in confusion. "You call him that here?"

Cedric nodded. "More or less. But forgive me Princess, and don't be offended, but .. I thought Ignasa's followers were gentle and kind. They're the sort of beasts who forgive and aid and comfort .. should I say, I never saw them as the sort of beast who would bite another's head off over being called 'cute'."

Fripple stopped eating for a moment, processing his words. "I ..."

She sighed. "Maybe I've been a little over-dramatic. But I don't like being called 'cute'."

Cedric shrugged. "Why not? It's true."

Fripple gave him an irritated look. "Deadly, swift, fierce ... those are far more flattering."

Cedric grinned. "How about beautiful? What if I said you were beautiful?"

Fripple blinked at him for a moment, before laughing. "You can be .. so ridiculously funny sometimes. I wouldn't believe you. I'm not beautiful, but I can fence and joust, sling stones and throw knives. That's good enough."

Cedric raised an eyebrow. "You're .. serious."

Fripple took a drink of her water, actually smiling in genuine honesty. "Of course I'm serious, what else would I be? I'm not a pretty princess, but I am a warrior. And which is better, in the end? Let my two cousins claim the beauty. I like what I am, and I would never trade it for stunning looks .. they're temporal. But the skills of the mind and the warrior's soul will always be."

Cedric shook his head. "You needn't trade."

Fripple was a little surprised, but she looked pleased. "I'm glad you aren't being silly about it .. thanks for seeing it my way."

Cedric's eyes glittered with amusement. "Princess, you've got both .. you can't see that? The name 'The Blade' truly fits you, you have the beauty of a sword, and the sharpness too. And believe me, I know about how sharp."

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Well .. I can't say I know how to answer the first one, but I will say about me being sharp .. perhaps I was a little too sharp. I ... I'm sorry about nearly getting us killed in the desert .. with those jackals. I've sort of wanted to tell you for a while, but every time .. something went wrong .. or you got all irritating .. so it never came out."

For a second nothing was said, as blue eyes met yellow-green ones, the first apologetic, the latter surprised. Cedric slowly grinned, stating, "I think I can forgive you that. It's not the most dangerous situation I've been in .. just close."

Fripple looked down, shrugging. "Aunt Rose once said chaos follows me in a wake of destruction. I think I believe her."

Cedric looked about to say something, when Errik's voice rang from across the room. "It has recently come to my attention .."

Fripple didn't pay a lot of attention, and was about ask Cedric more about the horse race, when Errik's announcement made her look up in confusion. " .. That there is a visitor from the north in our midst .. royalty even."

Fripple looked up in shock as the dog fox pointed at her. "Princess Fripple of Mossflower!"

The mouse sort of wished she could vanish as about every eye in the place turned to her, and she turned on Cedric with a glare. The mouse put his paws up, stating, "Princess, I don't know anything .. how could I? I was sitting here the whole time!"

Errik laughed. "Don't get mad at him milady, it's tradition. We don't have visitors from across the desert very often .. princesses less often. Mossflower is the land of the marks .. even we know that much. So tell me, you have good songs up there?"

"I .. um .. yea. I mean .. of course .." Was the stumbling reply.

Errik grinned. "Then you wouldn't mind singing us one?"

Fripple gulped, looking around at an expectantly waiting audience. Cedric shrugged. "You better do it Princess. He didn't make us pay you know."

The golden mouse groaned softly as she stood with the greatest reluctance, asking, "Which one?"

Errik shrugged. "That's up to you, it's not like I've been there."

Fripple thought for a minute, but the only thing that came to mind was the mark's prophecy .. for she'd always liked it. She took a deep breath, hoping she could still sing, having not done it for a while.

However she knew the tune and words by heart, and they came far easier than she'd expected as she sang the ancient dancing song.

"Though our freedom is no more,

The Fire heeds our cry.

From the mighty northern shore,

Our deliverance draweth nigh."

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Scound had used a half fallen in exit of the catacombs he had discovered, and now he walked along a lantern-lit side street. Or more realistically, he limped, using his spear as a walking staff.

He was in a sort of fix. He had a .. friend .. in the shipyards, one who he felt would help him .. and even a few others .. leave Southsward by ship. But Scound knew it wouldn't come freely. He'd have to pay for the favor, and it was going to be a rather hefty price.

However the weasel was conniving, and he was quickly coming up with a plan to get the funds .. and maybe even help the son of Sixclaw while he was at it. It was an underpawed plot .. but Scound was quite used to those.

All he had to do was find Veil's friends, offer to show them were the imprisoned ferret was, and demand a high price out of them. They were from Mossflower .. and they were probably rich.

So it wouldn't be a problem for them, and he'd get what he needed. It was a great opportunity for everybeast.

He was walking past the old 'Jackal's Den', when he heard an announcement that made him stop in his tracks, then limp to an arched window and peer inside.

"There is a visitor from the north in our midst .. royalty even .. Princess Fripple of Mossflower!"

Mossflower. Mossflower was the land of the marks, and the marks were those who had taken war to Salamandastron and Lotor .. that must be where Veil had come from; Mossflower!

Scound put two and two together quickly, as a mouse-like beast stood, golden fur agleam in lantern light .. contrasted by a long, dark brown braid. Just like Veil had said.

Perfect.

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"Feather and leaf, star and rose,

These words are not untrue,

What they'll face nobeast knows,

Still less of all they'll do.

The wild winds nobeast can tame,

For this is what they'll be.

They serve a lord of mighty name,

Through him they'll set Mossflower free!"

Fripple finished her song, happy to have sung it all the way through without her voice cracking. She got a hearty round of applause, as somebeast called from the crowd. "You know these marks? Living in Mossflower?"

Fripple stammered, unused to this much attention. "I .. well .. two are my parents."

There were murmurs of interested wonder, as Errik limped over to her, stating, "Well sung milady. And now I think you and your friend .." At this moment he reached out, grabbing Cedric who was still sitting at the table, "Really ought to dance, don't you?"

Fripple tried to dissuade this. "Oh but I .. really don't dance well .."

Errik laughed as he mischievously dragged the two out onto the dance floor. "Come on, a princess? I bet it's Cedric here that can't dance."

Cedric was indignant. "I can!"

Errik shoved him, nearly making the smaller creature fall on his face. "Then go prove it!"

The mouse shook himself, slowly turning to Fripple and cautiously holding out a paw, one eyebrow raised questioningly. Fripple considered refusing, but there was no point as Errik pushed her forward, about into Cedric.

Fripple caught herself, sighing. "Oh .. I guess."

Cedric grabbed her paw, dragging her forward with immense cheerfulness. "I think your outlook's improving!"

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Esther paced her room at the Shaded Waters, wondering where Fripple and Cedric had vanished too. Had they disappeared like Veil and Ivan?

And also .. where had Veil gone?

The ermine slumped across her window sill. What would the group do without Ivan's droll humored remarks .. and without Veil? Whenever they could not decide what to do or how to do it, Veil's voice of wisdom was the one they turned to.

Esther sighed. Only last night .. or this morning .. Veil had been with them. He'd promised her they'd face whatever they found together.

But now he was gone. Vanished .. like he'd never been there.

However all the memories of the golden ferret lingered hauntingly. Esther gazed up at the glittering stars, faint because of all the glittering lanterns. "Where are you Veil? I hope .. I hope you're ok, wherever you are .."

Her plaintive whisper went unnoticed. The ermine curled up in a ball on her window seat, idly fiddling with a strand of her red hair. Fripple was lucky .. Cedric liked her and followed her around. Always teasing and flirting. While she saw how it might get irritating, Esther couldn't help but be jealous .. Veil never bothered to do that.

''It's not his fault .. why would he? It's not like you're .. a ferret.''

The ermine sighed. Why couldn't she be a ferret? But she wasn't. She was .. close enough though!

Sort of. Of course .. maybe Veil didn't want to hang out with a thief. Esther stared at her paws, complaining, "But I don't want to be a thief, I just ... like pretty things. I mean .. it's so .. tempting!"

The ermine flopped down on the seat again, staring sadly out the window.

"Miss Esther!"

She jerked upright, looking around to see the voice had come from the street .. and a very familiar liver chestnut horse and his chariot.

"Eveningstar!"

The horse was looking up at her. "I've got a .. delivery for you."

Esther raised an eyebrow. "A what?"

Eveningstar laughed. "A delivery. From Cedric and Miss Fripple."

Esther blinked as Catkin came into the room and to the window, upon hearing the conversation. The otter called, "Oh then we'll come right down! Thanks so much!"

Esther and Catkin bolted down the stairs, through the little dining area, and out the door to where the horse stood. Mystiquestar had heard the commotion, and come from the stable beside the inn.

Catkin begin digging through the items in the chariot, exclaiming, "Oohh new clothes! She bought us all new clothes Esther!"

The otter suddenly pulled out Fripple's stained dress and dusty boots, stammering, "Fripple's clothes! But ... but .. then what is Fripple wearing? I do hope she's wearing something ..."

Eveningstar flicked an ear, laughing, "Well she was wearing a Southswardian dress and sandals when I last saw her."

Esther raised an eyebrow. "Really? Where is she now?"

The horse snorted. "Out with Cedric .. somewhere. I've really got no clue."

Mystiquestar jerked her head up. "What?"

Catkin clasped her paws together, squealing, "Oh that's so wonderful! Fripple and Cedric are finally making each other happy ... I'm so happy to know about it!"

Esther picked up the food and bandages, stating, "I need these .. the black mouse has a fever now, and I'm not sure quite what to do. I'm not a very good healer."

Catkin sighed. "Well .. we should always hope for the best Esther, no matter the situation."

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Fripple sort of liked dancing, in a weird way. She did however, have to pick up her tail and loop it over one arm to avoid the danger of tripping over it, or tripping somebeast else.

While she found herself unconditionally enjoying this experience, she couldn't help but feel she was missing something .. that something dreadfully important and terrible was happening. She met Cedric's gaze in mid spin, finding he was quite happy .. probably more than she.

About this second, Fripple's tail slipped from her arm, falling to the ground and tripping her as she tried to whip it out of the way. She crumpled to the ground in a rather undignified manner, with a little yelp of dismay.

Fripple sat up about the next second, as Cedric pulled her onto her paws. "Hey are you ok?"

She shrugged. "Yea. Dumb tail."

Cedric paused, before stating, "Here. I know someplace with a great view of the city .. want to go there instead?"

Fripple raised an eyebrow, before half joking, "Well I'm just along for the ride .. you know where you're going better than I .. lead the way."

Cedric grinned, not letting go of her paw as he led her to the door. She could have sworn she caught a glimpse of Errik among the tables, and also could have sworn he winked at her. Wondering subtly at this, she let Cedric drag her out of the building, and to a set of stairs that led up to the roof. He bowed. "After you Princess."

Fripple couldn't help but laugh, and did as he said, climbing the steps almost two at a time. "Catch up! I'd like to see all of Southsward!"

Cedric had a wide grin on as he followed her, bare paws pattering on the steps.

The stairs were taller than they looked from the ground, and Fripple didn't exactly look down .. on purpose. But she reached the flat roof without accident, something she was grateful for.

Cedric ran past her, calling, "Over here Princess .. isn't it beautiful?"

Fripple hurried to where he stood, and in the moment, she understood why Southsward was called the city of a thousand lights. The aurora of firelight reached for the heavens, turning the entire city into a softly glowing place .. like a flame made from a thousand.

Fripple suddenly pointed to a magnificent building in the midst of it all. "What's that?"

Cedric shrugged. "Oh that? That's the great palace, where Queen Lilly lives."

Fripple nodded, adding, "I've never seen so much light .. anywhere. Standing in the middle of it is so amazing."

Cedric stared across the landscape, stating softly,

"City of a thousand lights,

City on a hill.

Some say it's like magic,

And time's just standing still."

Fripple blinked. "What?"

"I wrote it, you could say. I write music sometimes .." He dug in his satchel, producing a plain flute. "In fact I play it sometimes."

Fripple smiled. "Really? I've written poems too. I never could play an instrument, though."

Cedric grinned. "I could play for you."

A moment of silence passed, and Fripple was about to answer, when her ears caught a sort of noise behind them. She wheeled around, to see a shadow flit across the corner of her vision. Her paw fell to her sword as Cedric asked, "What is it?"

Fripple shook her head. "I'm not sure .."

"Ya needn't draw that, I'm here ta help ya."

Both mice jumped as the speaker, a plain brown weasel, stepped into the dim light. Fripple took a step forward. "Look, who are you? How can you help us?"

The weasel crossed his arms. "Ya wanna know where yer friends went, don't ya?"

Fripple's eyes darkened. "What friends?"

The weasel looked smug. "A golden ferret with six claws .. by the handle Veil. And a cat called Ivan. Ring a bell?"

It rang a lot of bells. Fripple jumped forward, gasping, "Where are they?"

The weasel held up a paw. "Well it won't be safe for me to tell you. So you're gonna have to pay me for my trouble."

Cedric stepped in, clearly disgusted. "Look, whoever you are. You really could have picked a better time. And how do we know you're not lying? Or a spy?"

The weasel grinned. "Cause I know exactly what her friends look like, kid. Now Fripple. Is me offer inerestin' ya?"

Fripple jumped. "What? How do you know my name?"

"Veil told me." Was the answer. "He's in a real fix missy .. I'd do something ta help him if'n I was ya and he was my friend."

Fripple burst out. "Where is he! Is he captured by .. something?"

The weasel smirked. "By somethin', yea, that fits Sixclaw. But I ain't tellin' ya nothing til ya agree ta pay me."

Cedric was mad at the weasel, Fripple could tell. "How much would that be, swindler?"

The creature was cool. "Five hundred sheckles."

"What?!"

Fripple and Cedric's reply was almost unanimous. Fripple added, "I've never had that much in my life! I didn't even have that much when I left Mossflower! You're crazy!"

"Not if you want to ever see the kid again, I ain't." Was the nonchalant reply.

Fripple advanced on the weasel, snarling, "I could kill you .. I could make you tell!"

Cedric grabbed her arm, holding her back as the weasel leveled his spear at her. "Ya could, but that ain't gonna git ya far. Ain't too many a beast as carin' as ol' Scound here."

Fripple gave the weasel an instant, nearly insane glare, especially as he added suddenly, "Oh and I'd do it fast if I was ya .. I can't keep ya a secret forever. Ain't gonna be long afore I've got ta tell me boss where ya is, see? An' then you'll find your friends .. not inna nice way though."

Cedric had both his paws on Fripple's shoulders, precautionary lest she leap at the weasel in a fit of Bloodwrathing fury. "And how long do we have?"

Scound shrugged. "I'd say three days is as long as I can give ya."

Fripple suddenly turned to Cedric, crying, "How can we get five hundred sheckles in three days? It's .. impossible!"

Cedric's voice was slow .. hesitant .. reluctant and almost fearful, yet dark sounding. "Well Princess .... there might be .. one way."

Chapter 18 Insane Impossibility
Veil sat in the corner of his cell, a seemingly natural indention in the wall, old iron bars forming the rest of the walls. They looked younger than the rocks they fastened securely into, however.

The ferret had always sort of seen a dungeon as dripping and dank .. maybe molding and musty too. And while this place was slightly musty, it was more dusty and dry than anything else. The occasional dripping didn't seem to bless these cells with water .. in fact, it could barley be heard here.

Veil laid his chin on his knees, sighing. Where was Ivan? Where were the others? Were they captured .. hurt .. lost? What about Catkin .. she wasn't adept to face the brutality he was facing. And Esther .. she'd be absolutely terrified .. probably too scared to steal anything. Fripple would just fly at her captors in rash anger and get herself killed, Aubretia would .. well .. probably try and calculate something or other before bursting into tears as the hopelessness of the situation sank in. Star would make empty threats and get depressed when they didn't feed her anything.

Veil groaned .. why did his father have to be here? His wicked, oppressive, brutal father that he'd always feared and now he hated. How could he have forgotten so much?

And his mother .. was she really dead? Was Swartt just lying? Was it really .. his fault?

No! It wasn't .. it was Swartt's fault, if any. How had he gotten separated though? That part was still blurry .. something about a horse .. and falling .. and pain. Pain in his head .. side .. just pain. But it was a numb, slowly awaking recollection. Like the memory of a dream that fades just before one wakes up.

Veil wrapped his tail around his legs as he sadly thought on all he'd been through. Why was he here? What had he done? Why did he deserve this? Was he cursed by the shadow of his father? Could he ever be free of it?

The ferret stared hatefully down at his extra claw, snarling softly. "Why did I have to be the son of that monster .. why am I marked by the same curse he is? Why was it me, and not somebeast else, they chose to accuse .. to hate .. to destroy! They've ruined me! I can never go back! I used to be a lord's son .. now I've got nothing, nothing at all! What if I wanted to ..."

He paused, sighing at length. "To be normal. Why can't I be normal? It's not .. just. It's not ... What did I do to deserve this curse .. why was I even born? There is no purpose for an outcast .. even if they never deserved what they were accused of."

"Got a high opinion of yourself, don't ya?"

Veil jerked his head up as a perky, sort of stuck-up voice rang out. The ferret squinted against the gloom of the prison. "Who .. are you? And where are you?"

There was a clink of a chain, and Veil could just make out movement on a jutting rock in the cell beside his. There was a flutter of wings, and a dark shape grabbed the horizontal bar across the top of the cell, hanging upside-down with a rattle of chains.

Veil blinked up at the creature as she spoke again, voice still snooty. "I'm Loki."

Veil raised an eyebrow. "What are you?"

She snickered. "I'm a bat silly, a vampire bat. What are you?"

Veil looked away, half spitting his reply. "I'm a ferret."

Loki's voice seemed a constant, haughty laugh. "What's that about? The only thing wrong with ferrets is cause they can't fly .. like all the poor, silly land creatures. How come you don't have wings? And not ugly, feathered wings like a bird, beautiful wings like mine."

Veil couldn't help a dry humored jab. "Huh, I've got a high opinion of myself? What about you?"

The bat giggled. "Well that's because I have a reason to. After all, I am very clever, and a bat. That makes all the difference."

Veil groaned, snapping in a little bad temper, "Leave me alone .. I've got more important things to worry about than a stuck-up snipe like you."

Loki simpered. "Ooh did I make Sixclaw's little brat mad?"

Veil glared at her. "Look, who shoved you out the wrong side of bed this morning?"

The bat copied his question with mockery. "Who did it to you? Was there a lake nearby .. you look like you fell in it."

Veil rolled his eyes. "For being so clever, you're pretty sassy aren't you? And tell me this, wise one. If you're so smart, why are you in prison, huh?"

Loki looked miffed. "Ain't my fault. Your daddy pulled a dirty trick on me."

Veil didn't say anything for a moment, before he laid his head on his knees again. "Yea. He did the same to me."

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Shroud's place of residence was far from that of his co-partner in crime. While Swartt ruled the subterranean catacombs, the home of the dead, Shroud lived in a grand manor that threatened to surpass the great palace.

All things expensive and lovely filled it; from elegant draperies of imported silks, to gold plated furniture. Most of the floors were marble or black granite, the pillars were alabaster and obsidian, and doors were either rich curtains or even more grand, polished cypress.

The soft falls of boots echoed down a richly ornamented hall, as their owner seemed to cast a shadow of gloom in this place a king would have fought to own. Shroud himself had a sort of dull smirk on his face, his usual look after a day well done. He threw open a curtain that separated the marble floored courtyard, keeping a careful grip on the scrolls and papers in his paw.

The fox passed the fountain in the center of the yard, pausing as he reached sort of an enclosure in a corner. Shroud stared in, rapping on the bars with quiet enjoyment. There was movement in the back of the cage, as well as the rattle of chains, and Shroud could make out the form of his greatest prize .. a golden eagle.

The fox showed his teeth in a sadistic smile. "Yes, yes my pet. You do heed the word of your master."

The bird gave him a dull, listless look, before turning away with a clank of its chain. Shroud smirked, turning away. The bird was another of his little toys, things that testified to his great power. After all, how many warlords owned a golden eagle, the most magnificent of birds?

Shroud grinned, walking across the courtyard to the main part of his house. Yes, soon he would be king of all Southsward. From what he'd learned from Swartt, the ferret's creatures had wounded the rabbit queen .. that was perfect. If she was weak, there would be less resistance and less chance of an uproar at her disposal. Of course, the common beast of Southsward was pretty mad at her anyway .. using her seal was working terrifically in his favor.

The fox had entered a hallway less grand than the others, though it was still tiled with marble. He walked to a room with a guard at the door, who immediately saluted. Shroud passed the beast with no more than a glance, striding into the simply furnished place and it's lone occupant .. a badger.

The creature looked dully up from a desk he was at, and the rattle of chains proved he was far from trusted. Shroud dropped the sheaf of papers on the desk, disregarding the work the middle aged beast was already doing. "Have those copied off by morning, or no rations. You hear me?"

The creature's voice was flat and his answer rehearsed. "Yes milord."

Shroud nodded, stating, "And no loose ink on the pages like yesterday, see? I want to be able to read my records .. or at least have them read to me. So make it readable!"

The answer didn't sound like the badger put much thought into it. "Yes milord."

Shroud nodded briskly, turning on his heel and stalking off to bother some other beast under him. As the curtain over the door rustled shut, the badger's dull brown gaze turned into a hateful glare.

He picked up one of the sheets of parchment his 'master' had delivered, shaking his head bitterly.

How many lives had Shroud sold today?

For the badger was forced to record the sale of lives day in and day out, season on season, four seasons and again .. there seemed no end to it. For there was no end to Shroud's influence of evil.

The badger ran his paw through his crop of oddly golden headfur and forehead stripe. How long had he been here? How many seasons enslaved?

He had not always served the fox, but it seemed he had always served. First a memory of a green eyed cat .. then a cruel caravan master who had bought him and brought him to this place. Then the black fox with red paws .. he must have served this one for twenty seasons if he had for a day. Or even longer. But far back in his mind, the beloved past still stood. The past that reassured him he had not always been a slave.

He never let himself think about it until Shroud's final visit with the day's earnings, but then .. the night was his.

He pulled out a piece of paper, laying it atop the record he had begun to pen. For he could write whatever he liked .. Shroud could never read it. That was the reason he was here, to write the fox's transactions in the ancient language .. so that his enemies could not read them.

If he had not known how to read and write Loamhedgian, he would undoubtedly be dead by now, the life whipped from him in some hard laboring duty. But an educated slave was valuable, and so he was.

His name nobeast knew .. except himself. Long forgotten shades of memory told him in a gentle whisper, with the voice of his mother, blurry as her memory was.

"My little Sunflash."

The badger had long given up hope of ever seeing her again. He'd really given up ever being free again.

For when one has lived in slavery for almost fifty seasons, they know the hard truth that shatters hope.

And Sunflash knew it well.

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Esther sat at the little table in the room where they were keeping Vinwyte and the mouse. Aubretia's sleepy voice broke into her thoughts. "Do you have those herbs mixed yet .. Esther ."

The ermine's name came out in a yawn. Esther absently handed the bowl to Aubretia, just as the door was flung open and Fripple bolted in, followed closely by Cedric.

Catkin jerked awake from where she was sleeping on the floor, blinking blearily up at the two, before exclaiming drowsily, "Oh that dress is ever so pretty Fripple! Eveningstar .. told us you and Cedric were .. very happy. Are you?"

Fripple shook her head. "Oh .. never mind that Catkin, listen to me! Veil and Ivan have been captured!"

Esther gasped in horror. "Captured! By who? Where are they? How .. no! We've got to do something!"

Catkin was equally as horrified. "Oh no! This is awful ... who could be happy about capturing our friends?"

Fripple leaned against the doorway. "Somebeast called Sixclaw. But we don't know where .. and that's the problem!"

Aubretia spoke up. "If you don't know where they are, Fripple, how do you know they were captured?"

Cedric crossed his arms. "We got a .. messenger."

Vinwyte cautiously stuck his head around the corner of the bed he was sleeping beside, as Esther shook Fripple. "Well? You're in charge, what are we going to do?"

Fripple dodged away from the ermine, complaining, "Who said I was the leader? I'm not the leader, Veil is!"

Catkin raised a paw. "Well, now that Veil isn't here .. maybe you can be the leader?"

Fripple groaned. "But I don't want to be! What if something goes wrong? What if I mess up and get everyone captured .. killed .. tortured .."

Catkin shook her head. "Fripple, that is not encouraging us, and it's not encouraging you."

"No, she has a valid point." Aubretia broke in. "Taking in the statistics, Fripple might not be the best leader. She is smart and loyal, and probably our best warrior at the moment, but she is hot-headed, short tempered, rash, unaffectionate, sometimes disagreeable, is not good at boosting morale, and in all other ways rather rough ..."

Fripple rolled her eyes. "Ok, ok .. you can stop now. I get the idea. I'm a mortal creature, so what? You are too."

Aubretia scratched something down. "I never said I wasn't. Now, I've taken in the statistics and I think I've got it."

Catkin was cheerful. "Ooh good! I knew we could trust you Aubretia, you're ever so smart! Do tell us please, it would make us happy!"

Aubretia pushed her glasses up her nose. "All calculations and statistics say that our leader should be Cedric!"

Everyone in the room except the two slaves exclaimed as one .. Cedric included. "What!?"

Esther pointed at Cedric. "Him?"

Cedric pointed at himself. "Me? Why me? I didn't even come from your abbey .. you know."

Catkin smiled. "Well .. he might be a very good leader."

Fripple took a deep breath. "Look, I'm not saying this out of jealousy. But Aubretia .. why him?"

The mouse maid took a look at her notes. "Well, the plain truth is he has more things in his favor than you do."

Cedric interrupted. "Look, stop it all of you. While you're arguing about who will lead .. what about a plan?"

Fripple gave Aubretia a little glare, before backing Cedric up. "He's right. And you told me there was a way Cedric ... but you wanted to wait and tell us all."

The mouse nodded. "Alright, glad to see you're getting serious here. Now look, you've heard all the talk about this race? Well the prize is a thousand sheckles, and second place his five hundred. It's a little less than three days away .. if we could win it .."

Catkin smiled. "Oh, that sounds like a very good idea!"

Fripple stared at Cedric. "A horse race? But ... "

Cedric stared levelly back. "Munch is a horse."

Esther broke in. "Wait .. are you saying Star should race? But this is a chariot race .. you know? Star can't drive herself!"

Cedric looked down for a moment, before stating softly. "I have driven chariots, and ran this race before."

Fripple shook her head. "But .. you were injured in it! I thought you couldn't go back."

The mouse scratched his chin, muttering, "Don't remind me Princess. And I can go back, though it won't be easy."

Fripple's eyes softened. "You'd .. do that for us?"

Cedric met her gaze. "I'd do it for you."

Fripple got the feeling he wasn't referring to all of them, at least not for the most part. Aubretia interrupted. "But wouldn't there have been finals you'd have to run to get in this race?"

Cedric shrugged. "Oh sure. But I know a guy .. I could probably bribe a spot off of him. And there also is the tradition of the challenger."

Esther was confused. "The what?"

Cedric explained. "The challenger. There are a series of races that lead to this one, and the overall champions of those are the ones who have a chance to run this. But every final race, they allow for a challenger .. one horse and driver to challenge the racers. They can't have run any of the other races. We haven't. So that might be our chance."

Catkin clapped her paws together. "Ooh, I see how this could work!"

Cedric gave her a look. "Right .. sure."

Aubretia broke in, "But I see one problem. We have no chariot. That leaves a serious gap in the equation."

Cedric tapped his short claws on the table. "Yea .. that is the question Bookworm .. that really is the question. I wish I had the beauty I always used .. but .. yea. We'll have to buy one. And the entry fee is a hundred sheckles."

Fripple interrupted. "Cedric. Tell me the truth. Does Star even have a chance? Even one? I'm sure these horses are tough and well trained .. I'm sure they're fast too."

Cedric brushed some fur out of his eyes, stating, "Oh she's fast Princess .. fast as lighting. She's in much better shape than when we started .. I think she's got a chance, more than one. I'd never even suggest this if she didn't, believe me."

Fripple gave him a long, questioning look, before sighing, "Where is Star?"

Catkin looked immensely happy. "Oh, Eveningstar asked her if she wanted to go with him and get the carrots he didn't get when he brought the things to us. I'm sure they'll be back soon .. you know carrots make Star very happy."

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Aha .."

Catkin nodded. "Yes, they do. And they must make Eveningstar happy too .. he's very nice you know."

Cedric drummed his claws on the table, a tiny shadow in his eyes. "Yea."

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The world was cold .. and dark. Lilly groaned softly as the pain returned to her shoulder, though perhaps not as acutely as before she'd blacked out .. however long that had been.

"Lay still milady. Your wound was fairly serious .. you need to rest. Drink this for me."

Lilly swallowed the water, coughing, "Zarya? What happened? How long have I been like this?"

The badger sighed. "You've been asleep for a night and a day milady. I was a little worried at first, but .. you'll recover."

Lilly moved fractionally, regretting it the next second as pain shot up her shoulder. "Zarya, what's been happening?"

The badger was older than her queen, and had been almost like the rabbit's long lost mother for seasons on end. She shook her striped head. "Nothing really, around here. And in the city, nothing good. Swartt posted a heavier guard around the palace .. you won't be able to try again."

Zarya paused, adding, "Of course, you wouldn't be trying anyway, not with your shoulder. I want you to stay in bed at least another day, and take it easy."

Lilly shook her head, wincing as this action caused a jolt of pain. "Zarya, there's no time! Time is essential .. we need to move!"

The badger crossed her arms. "You are going nowhere. Kensly and Rihan have formed the best guard they can .. it's all we can do for now."

Lilly drank a little more, asking, "How many beasts are still with us?"

Zarya sighed. "Counting me? I think fifteen Milady."

Lilly groaned. "There is no way .. Zarya, bring out my armor, sword and shield. Keep them here at paw. Who knows when they will come? All I know is they will come. And we must be ready to make a final stand."

Zarya looked about to try and encourage her queen, but she paused, looked down, and stated, "Yes milady. It will be as you say."

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The shores of Salamandastron were empty, except for two creatures. An old swaybacked sorrel pinto, and his rider, a silver dog fox who seemed far younger than his mount, though an odd streak of pale gray ran perpendicularly through both his long, black beard and braided hair.

The two were only walking, as the old horse seemed to be tasked to top this speed for long periods of time. Presently his bareback rider pulled on his blonde and slowly graying mane, sliding to the ground. "I'll walk a little friend."

The horse nodded, snorting, "Thanks. Wish I could have hung onto my youth like you."

The fox shrugged. "It's the Flowers. I would have died seasons ago if not for them, you know that. Horses always outlive the normal beast."

He paused, as the horse laughed softly. "Most of the time. You've always been a contradiction Groddil."

The fox sighed. "As that may be. But I do wish to get to the mountain before sundown."

"What's that?" His horse asked in true curiosity.

Groddil spun around to see what Stargazer was looking at, and he sighed, "Oh .. I can guess."

'That' was a gangly horse and rider .. an adolescent horse for certain. As they got closer, Groddil spoke with certainty. "It's Crowwings and Gustav, I'll stake my sword on it."

The fox shook his head. "Those two were always into trouble before they left."

His horse snorted. "Constantly. Crowwings isn't anything like her parents .. her mother at least. Midnight's far too .. reasonable. I suppose she get's her sauce from her father. Diamond's always been dry humored and quick witted .. hot tempered too."

The pewter gray filly in question was quite near by now, as well as her chocolate colored rider. She rocked onto her back hooves, rearing for effect, and Gustav yelped, sliding off and onto his back in the sand. Crowwings snorted, returning to all four hooves and trotting around her unfortunate rider. "Hey, you ok? When are you gonna learn ta stay on huh?"

Gustav sat up, stating sulkily, "You .. so totally ruined that Wings."

Groddil crossed his arms, appearing stern. "And what are you two scamps up to eh?"

Gustav leapt up, long tail whisking from under his paws as he ran to the fox and jumped on him in an enthusiastic hug. "Uncle Groddil! I missed ya Uncle Groddil! You gonna train me like sis, huh? Are ya? Please!"

Crowwings seemed unable to stay still, and trotted around the two, neighing happily, "We've been practicing charging and rearing! 'Stav still can't stay on."

Gustav stuck out his tongue. "It cause you can't rear right."

Crowwings jumped at him. "Can too!"

Groddil pulled the two arguing friends apart. "Alright, that's quite enough, both of you. Uncle Groddil needs to speak with your parents, Gustav. Can you and Crowwings go tell them I'm coming?"

Both young creatures forgot their quarrel. Gustav grabbed his friend's mane, swinging up onto her back. "Sure we can! It'll be like a mission!"

Crowwing's took off from a standing start, galloping across the dunes with a jubilant whinny, feathery tail whipping behind her.

Stargazer stared after them, heaving a sigh. "Oh for a fifth of her energy."

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The morning sun shimmered in the desert, sending waves of heat across the barren landscape. However a small smudge of green in the sea of gold stood out clearly.

A soft breeze cooled the crystal water of a small oasis, rustling the meager foliage that grew close to the water, it's only source of life in a land of death. A lone hawk sat on a large boulder beside the pool, it's black eyes taking in all that went on.

Which honestly, wasn't much. The bird fell to preening its sandy brown feathers, scanning the surroundings every few seconds.

Suddenly it jerked its head up, bright eyes gleaming and stance alert. There was a soft humming nearby, as if caused by some sort of power. A soft flash of blue light and the creature that toppled to the ground from seemingly nowhere caused the raptor to flutter into a small palm with a startled squawk, tense and ready to bolt if anything else that freakish dared happen again.

The fallen creature looked slowly up, brown eyes wide with nervous shock. She was a foreign species to the hawk, though it could liken her to those traveling jerbilrats ... just smaller and finer-featured.

She sat up, for she'd fallen in an ungainly heap. She on a green robe .. one that looked ridiculously hot .. and a sort of necklace. Her nut brown fur gleamed softly in the sunlight .. yes, certainly a foreigner.

But where had she come from? She'd fallen into the oasis, yes, but from where? The hawk huffed to itself. These silly land bound creatures that appeared shockingly in random places from random places ... well it didn't matter. They still couldn't fly, and flying was superior to all other means of travel.

The bird did just that as the thunder of hooves rang faintly in its hearing. More land-crawlers. Well he'd seen enough of those silly beasts for one day.

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Bryony liked being in the company of Mizzah and his followers .. and she was certainly glad he'd agreed to help her and Glow across the desert. The jerbilrat reined his bay Arabian to a halt, pointing at the nearby oasis. "We stop there for water and previsions."

Glow shook his orangey mane, panting, "A drink .. would be .. marvelous."

Annon was becoming friends with the horse, who was near his own age. The jerbilrat wasted a wink on the blind creature, asking, "Want to race there?"

Bryony shrugged, grasping Glow's mane with both paws. "I'll do it if Glow will."

The blind horse snorted. "Fine. But be kind and tell me where the trees are Bryony."

He broke into a trot the next second, transitioning to a lope in about the next second. Annon kicked his dappled gray into a lope, haring after the two. "No fair! You got a head start!"

Bryony yelled back at him, "It is too fair! Faster Glow, or he'll catch us!"

The ivory stallion slowed to a trot as Annon's mount whisked passed. "He's going to anyway."

A sudden cry, yelp, and splash made Bryony and Glow hurry after their friend. They leapt into the trees surrounding the oasis, and Bryony saw Annon staggering out of the water, headscarf unwinding and flopping around his shoulders.

Bryony swung down from Glow's back, grabbing Annon's frightened mount's trailing reins. "What happened?"

Annon pointed at the culprit, who was standing near a large boulder and staring worriedly at them. "I about ran over her .. I pulled up so quick Whisper threw me."

The creature was a brown mouse clad in a rather familiar green dress, with a satchel and an odd little hourglass necklace. She burst into a flood of apologies. "I'm sorry .. I'm really sorry sir .. I didn't .. well I mean .. I'm sorry, honest. Are you hurt?"

Annon shook his head, looking her over. "I'm not hurt, but I'm really wondering where you came from. You .. look a lot like Bryony here .. mind telling me how you made it this far into the desert? You dress like a northerner."

The mouse looked nervously around, stammering, "I'm .. not really .. sure .. where am I?"

Glow cocked an ear. "Somewhere in the great desert?"

The mouse shivered. "The .. great desert! But .. but .. how? I'm from Redwall abbey .. how'd I get here?"

Bryony was shocked. "You're from Redwall? I'm from Redwall! But .. I've never seen you before in my life."

The creature fiddled with her longish headfur, stammering, "I've .. not really seen you either .."

Bryony suddenly couldn't help feeling suspicious. "Wait a minute .. if you're really from Redwall .. are you for Veil or against him?"

The mouse stared at her. "Veil? Who's .. Veil? I'm Ellen .. or just Lenn .. but I've never met anybeast called Veil .. I'm really sorry I can't help you .."

Bryony was getting more and more confused. "Oh come on .. everyone at Redwall knows who Veil is ... do we come from the same Redwall?"

Lenn scratched her head. "It's the great red sandstone abbey in Mossflower .. and it has been for hundreds of seasons."

Bryony felt there was something wrong with this, but she'd never paid much attention in abbey school .. she'd spent more time daydreaming about her garden and how she was going to arrange it.

Glow however, snorted in amazement. "Hundreds of seasons? What are you talking about .. Redwall was completed eighteen seasons ago at best. That's insane .. where do you think you came from .. the future?"

Lenn was staring at him, and she gulped, "What? I .. don't know. I mean I'm not sure .. I .. maybe I might have? I .. just don't know anymore .. "

Hoof beats interrupted the conversation, and Mizzah pulled his bay to a sliding halt, dismounting in about the same movement. "What's all this?"

Lenn waved shyly, stammering, "Umm .. hello sir .."

Mizzah smiled kindly at her. "What's your name miss?"

The mouse ducked her head, stating, "I'm Ellen .. of Redwall abbey."

Mizzah raised an eyebrow. "Oh, then you know Bryony? Wait .. how did you get all the way out here .. and before us? You came from Redwall?"

Lenn looked as confused as the beasts around her. "I ... I think so ... I was just there. Just a few minutes ago .."

Bryony and Glow had such a look of bewilderment on their face's, it was almost amusing. Mizzah held up a paw. "Forgive me miss .. but can you remember what happened to you earlier this morning? Anything at all? Do you feel well?"

Lenn shrugged. "I feel .. fine. Just a little hot .. and of course I can remember .. I have a .. well fairly good memory, I guess. I was in the great hall, by the tapestry, and I put my paw on the swords .. and then there was nothing but blue .. glowing blue and falling .. and I landed here."

Bryony blinked. "Tapestry? What tapestry? And what swords?"

Lenn looked at her oddly. "Why don't you know? The beautiful tapestry with the four marks .. Martin the warrior .. Lord Ignasa .. and all of the scenes from the old times. And as for the swords .. Sayna and Martin's swords. Sayna gave me hers .. for my grandfather to use for his ..."

She broke off here. "My grandfather! Wait .. it .. it worked? It really worked? He said it was special .. he said it was the key to our lost history! I .. I fell backwards in .. time? But how far .. how far did I go?"

The mouse seemed to be talking to herself, and she suddenly looked up. "Wait .. Bryony? Bryony! Yes .. the abbess of Redwall! And .. you said something about .. Veil? Veil Sixclaw? The ferret outcast?"

Bryony looked at Glow, who cocked an ear in her direction and tossed his head, glancing pointedly at Lenn. Bryony crossed her arms. "Veil fled from the abbey .. they would have killed him! For no reason, he did nothing wrong! It was Xzanthia's fault .. she did it! She brought those monocles in and deceived king Martin ... I'm trying to bring Veil back .. there's a prophecy that says he's got to save us!"

Lenn was completely confused. "Xzanthia? Who's Xzanthia? And .. Martin .. the warrior .. he's .. alive? He's actually .. still living? And .. all the books I've read say Veil the Outcast .. the ferret with six claws .. never returned to Redwall .. and wasn't very nice .. either."

Bryony crossed her arms. "Well then history's messed up. I won't believe it at all. I found the prophecy in Brockhall and in Bella's pawwriting and Bella's a Prophetess. She knows what she's talking about, even if you don't. Nobeast can fall through time, that's insane!"

Lenn shrank back, looking down. Mizzah intervened. "That's enough. Ellen .. I can't say I totally believe you .. it does sound very strange, I'm sorry."

His eyes twinkled. "Of course, I've seen many strange things, that were none the less true. So I'm not saying you're crazy. Perhaps you're simply lost and confused .. the desert is disorienting."

He scratched his chin. "But the question is this .. what are we going to do with you?"

Lenn looked slowly up, murmuring, "I .. don't know sir."

Mizzah shrugged. "Well it would appear that no matter where you came from, you'll have to come with us. You can't survive in the desert alone."

Lenn paused, suddenly blurting, "If I really .. well .. I mean .. do you know where I could get a Flower of Icetor?"

Annon paused in wringing out his headscarf, stating, "You're going to wrong way .. those things grow in the mountains of the north. You happen to be headed straight south."

Lenn's face fell drastically, and Mizzah shook his head. "I'm sorry child .. we can't help you find one of those. They're very rare. In Southsward .. perhaps you could find one. But the price would be high .. high enough even I wouldn't wish to pay."

Lenn looked away, slowly nodding as she hugged her satchel to herself. Mizzah looked sympathetic. "Why would you need one of those? Surely you could find some other pretty flower .. Icetor's Ice isn't something to be played with, I've heard many a legend about the things."

Ellen shook her head, whispering, "I need one for my grandfather. He's very sick .. nobeast can help him. And so I thought .. if they could save Sayna .. well .."

Mizzah sighed. "Ah. I see. A noble quest, on your part. Perhaps .. something will turn up. But we cannot take you to Icetor, and I won't leave you here alone. You'll have to travel with us."

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The corridors of Salamandastron echoed with footsteps, from the clacking of Crowwings small hooves, to the purposeful thump of Trubbs boots.

The graying old corporal turned to his two companions, a golden mouse maid and a dark brown, long-tailed male of the species. "I wonder wot the ol' chap is up ta .. he was supposed to be trainin' the recruits, ya know wot, wot?"

Sayna looked serious and a little worried. "He's got a reason. And if I know Groddil, it's a good one."

Timbal agreed with her. "Indeed. I hope nothing has gone wrong in Mossflower."

Wother, Trubbs' son, spoke up from behind his father. "I don't really see wot could have, wot?"

Sedge, Wother's scrawny young brother, gulped nervously from where he was walking, "I .. don't know Wother but .. you never know. Anything might have .."

Trubbs held up his paw. "Don't get started with that bally worrying Sedge, it won't help anyone, wot, wot?"

Sayna ran on ahead as Ffring, Breeze, and Starbuck opened one of the mountain's great oaken doors. The patrol was gathering by now, all in hearing range brought by the commotion. Quinn looked out of place among his woodland friends as he walked over to Trubbs, asking, "What's goin' on, Corporal?"

The hare shrugged. "Crowwings and Gustav say Groddil's coming."

The red fox had filled in over the seasons, he was taller and stockier than during the wars with Lotor. He followed Trubbs as Ffring called back, "Crowwings is right chaps .. it is Groddil! On Stargazer even, wot?"

Hooves rang out in the ramp and doorway, as the two beasts in question trotted through the doorway. Stargazer came to a halt, panting a little as Groddil vaulted spryly off his back and to the ground. Sayna ran to him, exclaiming, "Groddil!"

She hugged her mentor momentarily, before stepping back and stammering, "But .. Groddil, why are you here?"

"Is something wrong at Redwall?" Timbal's voice rang from behind her.

Groddil shook his head. "My dear children .. you will not want to hear what I must say."

Timbal frowned. "What happened? Is Fripple alright?"

Sayna's black eyes glittered with worry as Groddil shook his head. "I really have no idea. Not long after you left, Bryony and a newcomer called Xzanthia found a trunk of odd little monocles in an old tree. Martin took one, and some others did too .. at first I thought nothing of it. But then ... then Rose was poisoned .. with wolfbane."

Sayna gasped. "What? Is she .."

Groddil held up a paw. "She's alive, and recovering. But you know how wolfbane stains red? Veil was framed. His paws were mysteriously red, but he swore by Ignasa he knew nothing. I believe him .. he was my best apprentice .. he knows Ignasa."

Timbal shook his head. "This is terrible .. surely he was cleared, though? If that is the case?"

Groddil looked down. "No."

Sayna stared. "No? But ..."

Groddil sighed. "He's alive .. I think. Martin acted like he was seventeen again .. he lashed out without thought, blatantly accused Veil, and was ready to behead him on the spot. Bella used her influence to forestall it, and that night, Esther, Fripple, Star, Ivan, Catkin, and Aubretia vanished, along with Veil. They helped him escape, I'm sure of it. But things at Redwall only got worse. It's those monocles. They feel cold .. wicked .. they are tools of Malimore. They look so pretty and harmless ... but they wreck absolute havoc."

Timbal and Sayna stared at each other for a moment, before Sayna shook her head. "We've got to go back."

Timbal nodded. "I agree. Now."

Chapter 19 Only a Dream
"Princess!"

Fripple curled up into a tighter ball at the foot of the bed she'd let Aubretia have last night, trying to ignore whoever was trying to wake her up. Maybe if she ignored them, they would go away.

"Princess, wake up! Come on, I need your help."

Fripple opened one eye, to see Cedric standing in the doorway. She stretched, uncurling as she asked, "Ho hum ... what do you want?"

Cedric grinned, though something told Fripple it was forced. "You want to figure out how to save your friends, don't you?"

Fripple grabbed the bed post, hauling herself onto her paws. "Alright .. I'm up. What's the first order of business?"

Cedric shrugged. "I'd say get a chariot. And the horse."

Aubretia stepped in behind Cedric. "According to my calculations, it would be beneficial if I could see the race track before Star has to run it."

Cedric nodded. "Eh .. yea. I'll see what I can do Bookworm. How's your patient, while we're at it?"

Fripple felt he was trying to change the subject, but she was curious about the young black and white .. mouse-like beast as well. She'd honestly thought he was going to die at first .. and yet he seemed to be recovering somewhat. Aubretia pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "He seems to be slightly better, though Esther's pretty nervous about him. Of course, she's pretty nervous about everything, except when it comes to thievery and sometimes she's even nervous about that."

Cedric scratched his chin. "Well I suppose I could spare a few seconds to look at him. How's the other one?"

Fripple interrupted. "Wait .. you're a healer?"

Cedric shrugged as he followed Aubretia. "Of sorts."

They walked into the other room, where Catkin was making some simple breakfast, and chatting with a rather confused Vinwyte. Esther looked up from where she was trying to read one of Aubretia's thick tomes. Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Did you sleep very well Esther?"

The ermine shook her head miserably. "I can't. I can't help worry about Veil ... do you think they'll torture him?"

Aubretia was not a wonderful voice of comfort. "There is a probability of about sixty-seven percent .. however their are many variables in the equation. It is possible he might still be unharmed."

Esther closed the book, laying her chin on it. "I'm not going to ask the odds of that."

Aubretia was obliging. "I'd say there is as high as a thirty-five percent chance Veil and Ivan will be perfectly fine .."

Catkin broke in. "Well .. Esther .. can we be happy about that?"

The ermine groaned. "Oh .. leave me alone .."

Cedric took a look at their still unconscious .. friend for a moment, before stating, "I think he'll be ok .. he just needs a few days. He has only a mild fever, and he's young .. about your age Bookworm .. young beasts tend to heal quickly. I'd just see if I could get him to drink .. change his bandages and see if you could get a little more blood off him."

Esther sighed, standing. "I'll try."

Cedric nodded. "That's good. Alright .. Princess. Let's go talk to Munch and see what she says .. if it's a yes, we'll ride her down to the stands .. see if we can get her in and .. get a chariot."

Fripple followed him out, asking, "Cedric, stop avoiding this. Tell me how dangerous this race is! I feel like you're hiding it .. if you're going to race my friend .. I .. better know.'

Cedric paused on the stairs, sighing at length. "Princess. I don't really trust you to trust me. Maybe it's better you don't know."

She grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to stop and face her with an iron paw. "Speak. You will not even suggest this to her until I know .. I've got to know."

Cedric looked down, before he sat down on the stairs. "Alright .. I can't hide it from you forever Princess .. sit down."

Fripple huffed, sitting on the step above his. "Tell me exactly what we are facing."

Cedric sighed. "Princess .. I can't say for sure. But it's dangerous .. you pinned me on that. It's a race, it's dangerous. But it wasn't so bad when I started .. however the rules kept getting looser .. Lady Lilly just didn't seem to care anymore. They ran more racers at a time .. some horses cheated and were sharp-shod for better traction .. something that tears up the track for the others .. and .."

Fripple's blue eyes glittered fearfully. "And ..?"

Cedric didn't speak for a moment, before he reached down and unbuckled one of his silver toned armbands, pulling it off to reveal interlacing scars, places that had been so badly torn that his thick fur simply would no longer grow. "I .. was lucky."

Fripple stared at him. "Lucky? That .. was .. lucky? And you want to take my friend into this slaughter? No! No, and no! She's too naïve .. she's friendly and sweet and innocent. This is murder!"

"Princess!" Cedric raised his voice above hers, "Princess, listen to me! You don't have a choice! This is our only chance to save your friends .. you don't have the faintest clue where they are being held .. if you want to save them ..."

Fripple stared at him, before looking away. "So I have to decide whose life I will sacrifice? I .. I can't choose that! Cedric, I .. can't!"

As much as she hated it, Fripple's vision swam despite her efforts to hold in her tears. She buried her face in her paws, mumbling, "I can't. And I can't drive a chariot either."

Cedric pried her paws from her eyes, asking, "Princess, haven't I already said I would do it?"

Fripple shook her head. "But .. you almost .. well .."

"I almost died. And .. I'll go back Princess. I said I'd do it for you."

"But I .. can't ask you that! You'll .. you'll get killed."

Cedric smiled a little. "I'm touched that it matters to you. And you didn't ask me .. I decided."

Fripple tried to return the smile, but failed. "And what will we tell Star? She'll .. be terrified."

Cedric shook his head. "You may hate me for this, but I say don't tell her very much."

Fripple stared at him. "But .. she needs to know! Cedric, she's got to know what she's up against!"

Cedric was in earnest. "No Princess, she doesn't. We'll come up with a strategy, explain what she needs to do and practice it .. that way she'll have less time to .. freak out, get what I mean?"

Fripple looked down. "I .. get it."

Cedric nodded. "Alright. Now if you're serious, time is of the essence. We've got to challenge before somebeast else does. Munch cares about his Majesty and Mute too .. she wouldn't forgive herself if something happened to them and she could have stopped it. Princess .. in other words, it isn't all your decision."

Fripple slowly looked up. "You're right."

"I am."

The mouse closed her eyes, groaning at last. "Alright .. I'll ... let you race her ... but you watch out for her!"

Cedric shrugged. "Her life is mine Princess .. if one of us dies, both of us die."

Fripple met his gaze again. "Will you .. be ok?"

Cedric stood with a grin, noticing the inn keeper was watching them from his counter with an odd expression. The mouse held out his paw. "Trust me?"

Fripple paused, before slipping her paw into his and letting him pull her to her feet. "This ... once."

Cedric nodded. "Let's go talk to her. Act naturally."

Fripple followed him with a mental groan. What had she just done?

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"A race? The race you were talking about?"

Mystiquestar was sticking her head out the widow of her stall, munching some hay while she did so. Cedric nodded. "Yes, that's right Munch. And the reward for wining is high."

Star shrugged. "Oh, well I don't need money .. except for treats."

Fripple quickly explained. "Star, Veil and Ivan have been captured. We don't know where they are and can't find out until .. we pay somebeast. A .. lot. More than I've got. And we've got to get it fast .. the race is the only .. way."

Star jerked her head up. "Captured? When was somebeast going to tell me? Huh. Some friends."

Fripple winced a little, but sighed. "It was while you were out with Eveningstar that we learned."

The filly suddenly looked a little dreamy. "Oh yes .. he's very nice. He took me to see all the race horses .. from a distance, anyway."

Cedric looked a little glum. "Oh .. what did he tell you?"

Star smiled, by Fripple's standards, in a silly manner. "He said my blue eyes were pretty. Isn't that nice? Nobody's ever said that before cause they aren't .. normal. But he said they were special and he liked them."

Cedric nodded. "Aha .. and that's all he told you, Munch?"

The horse did not get the point at all, to Cedric's relief. "Yes. He said I looked very fast and we raced and I beat him. I felt sort of bad though .. I like him. He's awful handsome ..."

She suddenly snapped out of it, to Fripple's relief. "But .. wait! You said Veil and Ivan got .. captured? But by .. who? Or what?"

Fripple crossed her arms. "We don't know Star. But some one offered to tell us .. maybe even help us .. if we could pay him five hundred sheckles. But we have to .. get .. five hundred sheckles .."

Star pricked her ears. "Oh. Well, of course! We've got to do something fast then .. and I'll help! But .. Cedric .. you think I can actually .. win ..?"

The mouse patted her nose. "Now Munch, you underestimate yourself. Come on out, and we'll .. see about getting you a chariot. Can Princess and I ride you?"

The horse walked out of the stable, trotting around to where they stood. "Oh sure. I like running now .. almost as much as eating. It makes me hungry though .. of course then I can eat more!"

Fripple swung onto the horse's back, nodding, "Yea .. I .. see."

Cedric vaulted easily on behind her, stating, "Alright Munch, now head down the side street .. the way Evening took you last night."

Star did so, trying to be helpful. "You know, Evening has a chariot. He showed me last night .. maybe if I asked him nicely he would let us borrow it!"

Cedric gave Fripple a look, stating doubtfully, "Um .. yea .. maybe."

Star flicked an ear at him. "Well don't sound so dismal, Evening is very nice. I think he'd let me if I promised we'd be careful."

Cedric was far from convinced. "Yea. Maybe."

The streets of Southsward were just as they had been the day before, yet somehow, Fripple found them far more foreboding. Perhaps because of the knowledge the beasts who captured Veil and Ivan could be anywhere.

"You're worried."

Fripple cast Cedric a backward glance. "Why wouldn't I be? I don't know my enemy .. I hate not knowing my enemy. You can hunt down a beast you know about .. and if you don't, they can hunt you. I wish we could get this done sooner."

Cedric didn't quite agree. "It'll come sooner than we're ready for it."

"I .. suppose."

Mystiquestar spoke up. "I'm not ready now?"

Cedric answered her with a question. "Have you ever pulled a chariot?"

The horse paused. "No."

"There you have it Munch."

They had come to a thickly populated part of town, and Fripple was glad she was on a horse. Suddenly the thunder of hooves rang out, as well as yelps of pedestrians. Cedric dug his heels into Star's sides, yelling, "Out of the way!"

She leapt aside with a whinny of shock, and a chariot thundered past. Fripple shook her fist at the offender. "Idiot! Maniac!"

Cedric grabbed her paw, hissing in her ear. "Princess, keep your mouth shut! Do you really want to end up in the slave yards? That's Shroud's son!"

Fripple pulled her paw away. "Shroud?"

"He practically rules the city, at least the docks." Cedric explained. "That's his son, Ramon and the horse is Deathstrike. Leave them alone, if you know what's good for you."

Fripple stared after the two, who carved their own path through the crowded street. Cedric patted Star's side. "After him .. he's headed toward the race track."

The horse did as she was told, as Fripple asked, "He's in the race?"

Cedric's voice was grim. "Oh yea .. in fact he's probably our greatest competition."

The mouse paused for a moment, before stating, "He was the one who wrecked me and killed Starflash."

Fripple groaned. "Great."

Star paused as they had come to a less hectic part of town, in fact it was basically a park. Off in the distance, Fripple could see what she guessed was the race track. Star voiced her friend's unknown thoughts. "That's where we race? That's .. huge .."

Cedric reassured her. "When you're running it full tilt, it doesn't take long to get around it, trust me. You're only going around five times, that's all. The finals are seven."

The horse sighed, starting down the rather steep hill toward the track, which was truly massive, surrounded by elegant stone pillars and a serious of rock benches, each higher than the one before it. Fripple shook her head. "It's awfully fancy .."

Cedric shrugged. "Someday I'll have to take you to the theater .. you can see it over that way, just. It may not be as big, but it's far more detailed and elegant."

Fripple could see the building he spoke of, created on the same basic idea as the race track, just smaller in diameter. But it was taller and more ornately decorated. "And what goes on there?"

Cedric shrugged. "Plays, mostly. Maybe a concert. Once, far back in our history, beasts would fight duels there .. they traditionally ended with the death of one or even both. Sometimes beasts would try and ride feral, untrained stallions or would be pitted against starving jackals. It was .. bloody. However our recent rulers have been, for the most part, just creatures, and they outlawed the fights seasons before I was born."

Star snorted. "That .. sounds like a good thing."

"It was. Some creatures want to bring back those old ways, but so far haven't been able to."

Cedric paused. "Of course .. I don't know what will happen now, with Lady Lilly almost having disappeared. She used to appear for the people when I was a boy .. with her .. father. But no longer."

They had come to the foot of the hill, and the track's stone walls rose high above them. A small breeze rustled through Fripple's hair, as Star trotted toward some tents near the arena's outer wall. Cedric took a deep breath, and Fripple glanced questioningly at him. He grinned, though a little nervously. "Just getting ready for .. the warm reception I know I'll have."

Star's rhythmic hoof beats caused some nearby horses to look up with sort of mocking interest. Fripple didn't like the look of them, especially a rose roan mare who looked like she had draft in her blood. Another was a lanky, almost scrawny black stallion with scars lacing his entire hide .. he wouldn't pick his head up, but his eyes held a hostile, vicious, and almost insane fire. A little apart from them a large buckskin watched with a nasty smirk.

Light gray, chestnut, bay, dappled, and roan hides gleamed in the bright sunshine. The charioteers were as motley and brutal looking as their horses. Some looked up only to look away with blank disinterest, but others stared, gawked, and whispered among one another .. all mocking.

Only one beast watched them with honest interest, that being a thin chestnut stallion with white running high up his legs, and a white stripe on his face, complimenting large brown eyes. Fripple couldn't help noticing he looked about as torn up as the sour black horse, and that he looked about as scrawny too. Strangely, he also had a little copper bay colt beside him .. Fripple wondered if this was his son.

Suddenly a commotion broke out behind them, as a chariot thundered up, slowing behind them. "Move, fools, out of my way!"

Star quickly sidestepped, allowing the chariot room to pass, but the horse hitched to it stopped beside them. "Myst?"

She started. "Evening?"

The beast in his chariot yelled at him. "Take me to my tent, move it! Curse you!"

Evening flattened his ears. "Three sheckles, and take yourself. I'm not like your pitiful horses .. slaves, should I say."

The creature, a young, cocky looking mouse, threw the money at Eveningstar, "Bah .. take it fool, and Malimore take you!"

Evening snorted in reply, as Fripple slid from Star's back, picking up the coins and dropping them into the liver chestnut's satchel. "The arrogant idiot."

Cedric curled his lip. "Firm drivers ... to Hellgates with them."

Fripple raised an eyebrow, and Cedric defended himself. "They deserve it! They whip their horses half to death .. and you can see how pleasant they are."

Star was far from impressed. "What a loser .. somebeast go boil his head. What's a firm driver?"

Cedric smirked. "They work for companies .. firms .. ones that own race horses. Their job is to get every last drop of life out of the horse they race, until the poor beast drops dead in the traces. I've seen it happen too."

Star was shocked. "That's awful!"

Evening changed the subject. "So .. here to see the race? You're a day early."

"Oh, we're not here to watch it .. Cedric and I are going to run it!"

Evening stared at Star in total shocked, horrified amazement. She explained quickly, even if she didn't get why he looked .. almost sick. "You see, our lost friends have really been captured .. and if we want to save them, we need five hundred sheckles! So .. I'm trying to help. Cedric had a very good idea, I think."

Eveningstar stared levelly at the mouse, who gulped as the horse snorted, "Oh he did, did he?"

The liver chestnut took on a façade of calmness. "Myst, the grass around here is quite nice, you know. Why don't you try some while I .. talk to this beast here. I've got to discuss something with him .. we'll tell you afterwards, ok?"

Star raised and eyebrow, but nodded. "I like grass!"

Evening forced himself to smile. "Well this stuff is prime for Southsward .. Oh no you don't miss Fripple, you come with me."

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Muggra and two others escorted the Sixclaw prince down a dimly lit corridor, not bothering to speak to him.

Veil didn't bother speaking to them either, he knew they would not tell him where they were going, or where Ivan was.

The tunnel led into another, and finally Swartt's throne room. Veil glared balefully at his father, seated coolly on his elegant, satin draped throne. "Well Prophet, willing to listen to me now?"

Veil snarled at him. "What do you think I am, to dare say I would ever turn my back on my king? I told you before, I serve Ignasa!"

Swartt leaned forward, sneering, "Oh really, little boy? Because I know better .. you will turn your back on him whether you want to or not."

"Never!" Veil's reply was hoarse with fury.

Swartt played with a dagger he had on his throne's arm rest, demonic smirk on his muzzle. "You think boy, you think. Truly the stubbornness of the Sixclaws flows through your veins .. oh yes, you are my son in more ways than you think."

Veil didn't answer, just glared at his father with such vehemence that Swartt had to break eye contact. The warlord covered up for this by calling, "Nightshade!"

The black vixen entered through a darkened side passage, Skadu and an almost familiar silver rat maiden with her. Veil tried to meet the spotted cat's gaze, but she only did so for a second, before looking pointedly away. But the ferret had caught the sorrow and fear in her tawny eyes, and he braced himself for the worst.

Swartt motioned to Muggra and his guards. "Out. This is for those beasts who fight with shadows only."

The weasel didn't hesitate, just hurriedly did as he was ordered. Swartt's crystal white fangs glittered in the low light as he smiled cruelly. "I think two Shadow Fighters can take on one half trained Prophet .. your Lord can't save you, boy."

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Bluefen had kept a restless eye on Swartt and his throne room, taking chances she would not have before. If not for Esmund, she would have been even more foolhardy.

He was the only thing she cared about, besides Veil. She would save her two sons, both of them, no matter the cost. Nothing could stop her .. nobeast could make her care if she died. These two children were the only ones that had ever shown her love, only one other beast had bothered to care, and they had lain silent in death for seasons.

Bluefen hardly knew what love meant. But she knew hate. And all the hate she had hid for seasons to protect Byron and Esmund she could hide no longer. Byron was dead, if something wasn't done, Esmund would be too. And Veil. She had to save Veil!

The gray ferret reached her hiding place, peering cautiously down into the throne room. Her heart leapt with fear .. Swartt had him there again. Veil looked disheveled now, as he stood before his father, white fangs revealed in a snarl.

Swartt motioned to the black fox by his side, sneering, "Nightshade, oh great enchantress. Show this boy what true power means."

Bluefen tensed .. she had heard of this.

''No .. no .. he cannot do this! He cannot!''

But Bluefen knew he could .. she knew all too well.

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Veil had no idea anybeast was watching, in fact, he was very nearly sure nobeast cared. The ferret glared at the black vixen who stepped toward him with a sweet, yet sadistic smile. He tensed, ready for anything as Nightshade spoke to her two reluctant companions. "It is time you learned a thing or two .. even one as stubborn as this can not withstand my power."

Veil caught the gaze of the silver rat maiden, for she was staring at him in wonder ... and he found himself staring back. Where ... he had seen a beast like this! But where ...

He had no time to ponder as Nightshade sneered at him. "Prophet eh? Let's see how strong you are."

The vixen put her white paws together, one over the other, before closing her eyes. Veil cast a glance at the rat and Skadu, who were just as tense and afraid as he, or even more so.

Nightshade suddenly looked up, opening her paws to reveal the glow of green.

Veil had never seen this level of magic preformed, even if Groddil had told him much of it. Still, seeing it firsthand was freakish.

Nightshade's green eyes seemed to glow, as she threw a gentle wisp of gleaming green light at him, smiling as he flinched away from it. However it was no use. The light wrapped around him, spinning faster, ever faster.

Veil felt like he was caught in a vortex of evil .. he couldn't move. He couldn't even breath .. and yet .. he almost didn't need to.

Or else he was dying.

The ferret tried to pull away, do anything to escape the feeling of freezing in this wicked power .. but it was in vain. Suddenly the green seemed to lesson, and he could see the throne room again .. just in time to see Nightshade hurl a blast of blinding emerald light at him.

''Lord Ignasa ... help me!''

It was truly the last thing he honestly thought as pain exploded in his chest, sending him flying backwards to the cold stones of the floor. The world was ice .. pure ice. Veil opened his eyes a crack, to see light .. but blue light.

He was lying where he'd fallen, but the emerald light was gone.

The ferret stirred, sitting up as the last wisps of blue dissipated and the throne room returned to it's darkened state.

"Impossible."

Nightshade stared at him as Veil tried to stagger to his feet, but pain lanced through his torso again, and he fell to the floor with a coughing groan.

Swartt's boots made hollow thumps as he stalked toward the fallen ferret. Veil felt a iron paw grip his chin, wrenching his head up. He winced, opening his eyes a crack to look into his father's, black with fury.

Swartt snarled, releasing his grip as he growled at the vixen. "Fool! You did not hex him, he is still his own beast!"

Nightshade defended herself. "You saw! He has the power of the one whose name shall not be spoken .. why else would there be blue light to protect him?"

Swartt turned on her, snarling, "Shut up! You are our best enchantress! I want him hexed .. do it!"

Nightshade disagreed. "I cannot. I used my darkest spells .. he does not respond! Any more will kill him .. see what this already did?"

Veil vaguely realized he was doubled over, fighting for breath against the racking pain in his body. It was numbing a little, but was quickly being replaced by nausea.

Swartt's voice snapped in the far corners of Veil's reality. "Fine. We will try other means .. Muggra. Muggra!"

There was a pause, before Swartt growled, "Take him to his cell .. see he has food and drink. You! Cat! Go with them, see that he lives. His life is yours, got it?"

Veil felt gentle paws lift his head, and Skadu's voice rang out. "Yes Melord .. Kinta ... get me healin' supplies .. meet me in his cell."

Kinta. Where had he heard that name before?

But the world vanished into a void of darkness before he could remember .. blessed darkness.

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Eveningstar glared first at Cedric, then at Fripple, then back at Cedric. "What do you think you're doing?"

Fripple spoke up. "Look, we don't want to do this, it's not like we have a choice!"

"Yea you have a choice! You don't do this! You have no idea how bad it is anymore ... five of those horses you saw? I'll bet you anything they'll never leave the track alive! Or even more! You're mad! She has no chance!"

Cedric looked deadly serious as he held up his paws. "What about their friends? Who knows what will happen to them?"

Evening took a deep breath, gritting his teeth. "I don't know. But I do know what will happen if you take her into that slaughter!"

Fripple shook her head. "It's not that easy! If we don't get five hundred sheckles by the day after tomorrow, we'll all get captured too! And then what will happen to her?"

The liver chestnut took a deep breath. "Who took them? If it was the slavers .."

Cedric shook his head. "No! It's somebeast else .. we have no clue who, and we won't know til we fork up the money. This is the only way!"

Evening looked desperate. "She will die .. you will die .. you are insane! You don't even have a chariot!"

"That .. well .. we sort of wondered if you'd let us borrow yours .." Fripple felt like she was going about this the wrong way.

The horse's voice was a half whinny. "What? Borrow .. borrow? That's not borrowing, there won't be anything left!"

Cedric raised his voice above the horse's. "Listen to me! I know who killed your brother!"

Silence reigned completely for a few seconds, before Evening slowly asked, "Who?"

"It was Ramon and Deathstrike .. they put spikes on their wheels! I was ..." Cedric paused. "I was there, and I saw. In fact he wrecked me too."

Evening pinned his ears. "And you think this will encourage me to help you?"

Cedric spoke hurriedly. "No listen. He only wrecked me because I didn't see it coming. But as I recovered, I came up with a way to wreck him .. I've just never had a chance to try it. I could kill him ... you see my point?"

Evening drew himself to his full height. "So this is about revenge too."

He looked away, as Cedric explained. "It's two birds with one stone ... we could do this! If you don't .. Ramon will continue to endanger more lives, curse the races with his presence, and more blood will spill. Who knows who will fall next? Southsward is already rising in a new era .. an era of innocent death. Will you stand by and let it fall?"

The mouse stared the horse in the eyes. "How long before it's your turn?"

Fripple gave Cedric a look of slight admiration. "I think your outlook is improving."

Cedric sighed. "Your loyalty might be mildly brushing off on me Princess."

Evening snorted. "If I was a better beast, I wouldn't stoop this low ..."

He slowly picked up a hoof, sighing, "But I'm not a better beast."

"Are you guys ok?" They turned to see Star watching them.

She cocked her head. "Were you fighting? I could hear you over there."

All three looked guilty, relaxing some as she added, "Not what you were saying, really, but you didn't sound happy. What was that about?"

Evening spoke quickly. "Eh .. I was making sure Cedric here would look after my chariot in the race. Look you two, if you're going to do this, do it fast."

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Cedric looked at Fripple as if questioning whether or not she would come with him, and she shrugged. "I may as well."

"Then follow me."

Fripple caught a note of relief in his voice as she followed him toward the massive stone walls, through the small crowd of milling creatures associated with the race. More beasts stared at them, although plenty still seemed unconcerned with their presence.

Fripple poked Cedric, asking, "Why do we seem to attract this much attention?"

The mouse sighed. "I raced alongside and against some of these .. they probably thought I was dead, and if it wasn't for Errik I would be. But I'm sure they never expected to see me again .. and they can't imagine why I would come back."

They'd come to a tent staked near the track's wall, and Cedric looked at Fripple. "Just .. follow my lead. And don't wander off, whatever you do .. these beasts aren't exactly trustworthy."

Fripple nodded, muttering, "I'll bet."

Cedric stepped into the tent, and she stuck close behind him. A squirrel sat at a desk, sorting through papers. "Yes, what do you want ... wait ... you?"

Cedric crossed his arms. "Me."

The squirrel looked surprised, but he shrugged. "Hmm .. and what are you doing back here? Thought you'd want to get away from the races."

Cedric laid his paw on the desk. "You were wrong weren't you? I want to raise the challenge."

This got the squirrel's attention. "You .. what? Wasn't one time enough? You must really want to get killed."

Cedric glared at him. "And who's to blame for the way this place is run?"

The squirrel snarled at him. "Look it isn't my fault, I haven't got a choice see? Now you were mad enough to say you'd challenge? Nobeast's been that stupid so far. Do you even have a horse? Your last one isn't running this."

Cedric huffed, disgusted. "Sure you don't. And yes, I have a horse, chariot, and all the other components I need, thank you. I wish to raise the challenge."

The squirrel shrugged. "Fine. It's your life. What's your color?"

Fripple raised an eyebrow as Cedric stumbled. "Um .. green."

The squirrel looked unimpressed. "It's already been used."

"Blue, then. Light blue."

There was a pause, before the race official nodded. "Fine. What's your symbol?"

Fripple could see Cedric was trying to think of something, and she spoke the first thing that came to her mind. "A star."

Cedric gave her an admiring glance, and the squirrel wrote something down. "Alright. You're against the inside wall, as the challengers always are. That'll be a hundred sheckles."

Fripple curled her lip, hesitated, but dug in her satchel and counted out eighty-seven sheckles. The squirrel tapped his claws on the table. "Yes little miss?"

Fripple flashed him a glare, as Cedric threw some coins on the table. "There. Happy?"

The squirrel counted it to make sure, before nodding at length. "Alright. Race starts the day after tomorrow at the sun's zenith. Although I wouldn't blame you if you didn't show up ... cause if you didn't die last time, you will now."

Fripple glared daggers at him, as Cedric nodded sharply. "We'll see."

Fripple followed him out, the terrible weight of her conscience settling in her heart like a rock.

Had she just paid for Cedric and Star's death warrant?

Chapter 20 Hourglass
Redwall seemed to be caught in a downward spiral, a vortex of numbing cold. Roseanna, though uncomprehending of it at first, was beginning to feel it.

She was watching her little brother Richart for her mother, while Rose and Martin went to a council meeting with Skipper Keyla, Lord Arvid, and Lady Redfarl. The mouse maid sat by the cold fireplace in the gatehouse, and as she glanced across the room she caught the glint of metal over the door.

Roseanna slowly stood, walking over and taking down her father's sword.

Despite the fact Martin had been acting less and less like himself, his daughter could barely believe he would ever leave his beloved weapon behind.

And yet he had, for it lay in her paws.

The door opened, emitting Luke, who raised an eyebrow at his sister, holding their father's sword. "Why doesn't dad have that?"

Roseanna shook her head. "Luke, he left it!"

"Father never leaves his sword, for anything."

"I know! But he did .. Luke .. what's going on?"

The mouse looked moderately worried, yet he was calmer than his sister. "He probably forgot."

Roseanna did not agree. "Luke. He's been donning this thing almost every day since before we were born. Seriously .. I just don't like this anymore. Especially with how Ash acts so vacant ... and how Whegg can't get anyone to listen to him. Something .. bad is going on, I just know it."

Luke didn't seem convinced. "Anna, you now what mother says about hasty assumptions."

Roseanna stomped a paw on the floor. "Look, I'm not exaggerating! You know it to! You just don't want to upset beasts by telling the truth .. Luke, get over it! Something's wrong .. I can't believe I told myself not to pay attention when it started!"

Luke frowned, asking, "And when did it start? What do you really think is wrong?"

"I don't know what is causing it .. that's what I can't figure out. But tell me this. Why does father act so weird? He's terribly over protective of mother and us .. he's so short tempered! And what about Ash .. it's like she barely talks anymore. And you know how outgoing she was. So why don't beasts notice? What about Mayberry .. she's always hanging out around the wearet, Xzanthia. Doesn't that strike you as odd? Mayberry is judgmental of vermin, and she's not one to spend tons of time around a beast almost five seasons younger than her, vermin or not. Besides .. what about Bella? And Groddil? They vanished!"

Roseanna took a deep breath, and Luke tried to come up with a reason. "Well .. they're Prophets. Maybe they went to visit uncle Timbal and aunt Sayna at Salamandastron."

His sister looked exasperated with him. "Without telling anybeast? And at Bella's age? Seriously?"

"I don't know Anna. But there has to be a logical explanation. And you know father wouldn't like this kind of talk."

Roseanna was less tolerant than her brother. "Ok fine! I'll find out what's wrong, you just watch. And don't you go tattle on me!"

"What're you guys fighting about, huh?"

Both mice turned to see Richart watching them with utmost curiosity. Luke collected himself. "We're not fighting Richart, where would you get that idea?"

The little mouse lifted the pan he had on his head a little, stating, "'Sanna said you was going to tattle on her, an' that means you was fighting."

Roseanna snatched her little brother's headgear, asking, "Where did you get mother's pan? She doesn't want it on your head."

Richart was sulky. "It ain't a pan, that's my helm't!"

Roseanna disagreed, as she walked into the kitchen, returning the pan to its proper place. "No, it's a pan."

Luke placed Martin's sword back over the door, stating, "Father will want this when he comes back. Now I'm going to meet Gonfflet for a slinging match and tea with his parents."

Richart stuck his head out the door, yelling after his brother, "'Sanna can so out-shoot you guys!"

He turned to his big sister, asking importantly, "So what have we gotta find?"

"What?" Roseanna was surprised.

Richart crossed his arms importantly. "I was listenin' an' you said you wanted to find what was wrong. I'm gonna help you 'Sanna."

Roseanna looked dubious, but shrugged. "I don't know yet."

Richart was thoughtful. "Yea .. that makes it harder. I know! We'll go and ask Miss Trimp, cause she knows lotsa things."

Roseanna thought about the high-spirited chef, and realized Richart might have a point. Trimp didn't seem comfortable with the recent events, and neither did her ancient assistant and previous mentor, Beau the hare. The mouse maid nodded. "Alright, we'll talk to Trimp and Beau .. good idea Richart."

"I always has good ideas!" Was Richart's comeback as he happily skipped out the gatehouse, Roseanna behind.

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Veil woke slowly, to see the iron bars of his cell once more. The scuff of soft paws made him turn his head, to see the silver rat maiden watching him.

The ferret realized the pain that had sent him into unconsciousness was greatly faded, though he still felt half dead ... so weak. He blinked at the rat, who asked, "Are you feeling better .. Veil?"

He winced a little, saying, "A little ... wait .. how do you know my name?"

"Don't you remember me? I'm Kinta .. we played together once .. at Salamandastron."

Veil blinked at her, recollection slowly dawning. "Kinta? Yes .. wait .. yes, I remember you! Your mother was a friend of mine, wasn't she?"

The silver rat looked sad. "Yes. But she disappeared. I don't know where she went."

Veil pushed his elbows beneath him, half sitting up with a small wince. "Why didn't he kill me?"

"He don't wanna kill ya, he wants ta git ya on his side, that's what."

Veil met Skadu's tawny eyes. "I will not."

Skadu looked away. "Ya are special .. ya are strong willed an' determined. But he'll find a way. I've never seen a beast resist Nightshade's hexing, but .. he'll find another way. An' if he can't turn you, he'll see to it he shatters your soul 'fore he kills you."

Kinta handed Veil a wooden bowl of water, stating softly, "It is his way. I'm sorry."

Veil drank a little, before asking, "Wait .. why are you .. here?"

"We're to heal you. But you seem to be healing on your own." Kinta's voice was hushed, and the others did the same.

Veil carefully moved his legs, to simply reassure himself they were still there and usable. "Where .. do you know where my friend is?"

Skadu raised an eyebrow. "Yer friend? Who's that?"

"He's a gray cat. He was with me .. they have to have him too."

Kinta shook her head. "I've not heard of him. But if he's here, I can promise you nothing of his safety."

Skadu looked around, murmuring, "We should git back ta Zenith. It's a good thing Nightshade didn't bring her, but we can't stay here too long .."

"Alright, let me see him!"

The rough order was accompanied by the thump of boots, and quickly afterwards, Muggra, holding a lantern. The weasel glared at Veil, stating, "I think you've done yer job .. he looks well enough. Out, and back to your mistress, go."

Kinta bowed, reaching for the empty bowl. As she took it, Veil felt something hard and cold slip into his paw. Her intense gaze warned him to drop his paw to his side without looking at what she had given him.

Muggra watched the two carefully, slamming the metal door shut with a sneer as soon as they left. Veil caught the tiny glimmer of Skadu's tawny eyes as she vanished into the shadows.

Muggra locked the door, before huffing in satisfaction and stalking away. Veil waited a few moments to ensure he was alone, before he pulled out Kinta's gift.

Light from one guttural torch out in the corridor gleamed softly off the blade of a small, simple dagger. Veil smiled a little, truly grateful for the rat's courage. While it wasn't much, Veil was glad to have it.

Who knew what he would be faced with?

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Cedric and Fripple hurried back to Evening and Star, the former waiting in a sort of dread, the later being impatient.

Cedric tried to put a good face on things. "So, Star ... I got us in!"

"Yay!" Star's voice was innocently excited, and Evening winced, glaring at the two.

Fripple broke the silence. "So .. should she practice with a chariot, by any chance?"

Cedric nodded. "Oh yea .. Evening, could we start .. using that now?"

The horse rolled his eyes, muttering something like, "How I let myself get talked into this ..."

He snorted, craning his neck around and stating, "Fine. Be careful with the traces."

Cedric expertly unbuckled them, motioning to Star. "Right, back into them .. you've got to see how this feels."

Star backed clumsily between the two shafts, nearly stumbling on the leather traces. Evening winced again. Cedric buckled the girth, finding he had to take it up quite a bit for Star, who was slender in comparison to the chariot's former owner. Cedric pulled the collar on, clipping it to the girth with a sigh. "Wonderful .. we've got to take up the slack here. Hold still Munch."

He proceeded to tighten the collar considerably, until it fit snugly around Star's shoulders and chest, before bending down and clipping the bottom of the collar to the bottom of the girth.

Star snorted. "But that feels weird!"

"Sure. But it keeps the collar from slipping up and strangling you."

"Oh." Star saw the logic in this.

Cedric ran his paw along the chariot's side with an admiring whistle, before jumping in and winking at Fripple. "So Princess, how do I look?"

Fripple was dubious .. Star's mottled roan and pinto coat looked odd among the many grays, bays, chestnuts, and blacks they were among. "Um .. out of place?"

Cedric snorted. "Thanks for your vote of confidence."

Star looked around, asking, "So .. don't I get reins or something?"

"Oh yea ... well I don't use them. You give beasts something to pull on or hit you with, and by the Lands Beyond, so they do. We'll get them, they're at my place." Evening explained this with a disgusted look on his face.

Cedric felt around, before stating, "Right Munch, head over that way. There's enough room, and you're going to have to gallop with this. See how long before you get tired."

Star took a few halting steps, exclaiming, "Whoa .. that really feels weird .."

Evening sighed. "You'll get the hang of it Myst .. it's pretty simple."

Cedric pointed at Fripple. "Princess, you ride him, and race us."

Fripple look questioningly at Evening, who shrugged. "That's fine."

The mouse maid grabbed his flaxen mane, gulping, "Good grief .. you're tall .."

Evening went down on his knees, trying not to shake Fripple about too much as he stood. She didn't bother looking at the ground, just gripped his mane tightly and asked, "You two ready?"

Cedric nodded. "Munch, I'll just tell you what to do, since we don't have reins. Now go! Trot first .. then start trying faster speeds."

Star obeyed, trotting a little awkwardly at first, but quickly got the hang of it. As she broke into a lope, Evening took off after her, Fripple grimly keeping her seat. The wind whipped around Fripple's head fur, and she felt a small touch of what racing was like. After all, it had been a good while since she'd ridden a horse going this fast .. and she'd never ridden a horse this big.

Star held her own, despite the chariot. Really, it didn't seem to hinder as much as Fripple thought. Cedric suddenly called out, "Whoa! Alright, stop Munch!"

She slowed, stopping and tossing her head. "That was .. kind of fun!"

Fripple was feeling pretty good about it too, until Cedric continued. "Ok, that's the spirit! Come on, now we have to practice maneuvering and passing .. Evening, want to help us?"

Fripple sighed. Apparently they still had a ways to go.

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Roseanna pulled open one of the doors to Great Hall, slipping in with Richart behind her. Redwall seemed gloomier by the day, and while Roseanna tried to tell herself it was her wild imagination, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Richart skipped across the hall, jumping in and out of pools of colored light. His sister didn't feel that lighthearted.

She hurried past him, down the flight of stairs to Cavern Hole ... Richart practically jumped down them. The warm glow of the kitchens invited Roseanna, and she slipped into them .. they weren't quite as peaceful as she'd hoped.

Trimp waved a spoon emphatically at a young rat with an amazing shock of ebony headfur. "Now young master Filip, what has I told ya about sneakin' scones behind me back, hmm?"

Beau stood by the plate of scones in question, popping one into his mouth as he joined in. "I say top hole offence, pastry pilferin'! Give that rotter what he's asked for and put him on a fizzer for a week, wot wot?"

Filip scowled. "Ya, well I didn't ask to work in your rotten kitchen! I'm hungry!"

Trimp softened a little. "Well if'n you want something, why don't you think to ask for it?"

Filip was still hostile. "Huh, cause you wouldn't give me it anyway. Just cause I'm a rat. I never asked ta be a rat, an' everybody blames me for it."

Beau broke in. "Course you're a rat young sir, and there ain't a thing wrong with that. Tell me then chap, if you weren't a rat, what do you want to be?"

Filip scowled. "I donno."

Roseanna didn't like Filip very much, he was bad tempered and lazy. Trimp left off talking to him and turned to the waiting mouse maid. "What can I do for ya miss Roseanna?"

The mouse cast a glance at Filip, whom Beau had escorted back to a tub of dirty dishes. Now that she was here, she wasn't sure how to voice what she was thinking. "Well .. I .. Trimp .. haven't you noticed how .. strange things are lately?"

Trimp grew serious, as she turned to chop some waiting water cress. "Yes, so I have miss Roseanna. An' I'll have you know, I don't like it one bit. Haven't said much cause everybeast thinks things is fine, an' a beast can get called all sorts a things they ain't if'n they go around sayin' what they think."

She paused. "Course .. sometimes a beast's just gotta say what they think, no matter what happens."

"Well said me'gel! Forward ta the bluffs an' a stiff upper lip, that's the ticket." Beau hobbled up, leaning on his walking staff.

Trimp sighed. "It's not that simple Beau, I sure wish it was. But I don't know who to trust anymore."

Roseanna agreed. "And that's the greatest problem I see. Beasts like my father .. Lady Redfarl ... some of the brothers and sisters .. like Sister Columbine .. I mean .. it's just everywhere. Everybeast seems at odds .. so who can we trust?"

Beau pondered this for a moment, before he stated, "Well it seems we can trust each other, wot?"

Trimp shook her head. "Maybe. But this madness seems ta take beasts at random .. who knows who's next?"

"What if ..." Roseanna paused.

Trimp raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Speak up miss Roseanna."

Roseanna said nothing for a moment, before blurting, "What if these beasts that are suddenly acting so strange .. what if there's something in common between them. You know, something that's causing this. Because my father had served as a good and just king .. until now, when he suddenly doesn't. I told myself it was because my mother was hurt at first .. but now .. now I'm not so sure."

Trimp was solid in her beliefs. "It's dark magic. I'm just certain .. what else can play with yer mind?"

Beau wasn't in total agreement. "I say Trimp, that's a bit far. How could it get in, wot?"

Roseanna frowned. "I may be young, but can I say .. perhaps we have not been watchful?"

"That's exactly what it is, miss Roseanna, I'm gonna bet ya anything. We haven't been thinking much 'bout Lord Ignasa cause of how peaceful it's been. An that's jist askin' fer trouble .. well, here we've got it." Trimp was decisive.

Roseanna crossed her arms. "The question is this .. how do we stop it?"

Trimp shook her head. "That's the thing .. I donno if we can. If it really is black magic, how can we fight that? Only Lord Ignasa can fight that."

Beau coughed. "Hmm .. well speaking from a military standpoint, I think our best chance is to observe, wot wot? Let's find our enemy first, then shoot our arrows. At least we'll have something to aim at, and give it all we've got. That's what ol' Luke and Vurg would've said, wot?"

Trimp nodded. "That's true. An' let us pray Ignasa gives us wisdom .. I'm tellin' you, this is downright creepy. Why haven't we had this conversation before?"

Beau and Roseanna looked at each other, shrugging. Trimp crossed her arms. "I'm thinkin' it's cause something don't want us to. We've been blinded jist like them, an' that's the truth."

Richart had been listening, and he spoke up. "You mean this is like .. a battle?"

Trimp's gaze was grim. "Yes it is ... a battle of the mind and the soul .. an' those are the worst sometimes."

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"To the right! Dodge him!"

Sand and dust flew as Evening bore down on Star, who, instead of doing what Cedric said, simply dug her hooves into the ground. Evening ran past in front of her with a snort of surprise, turning about and trotting back.

Cedric sighed. "No, no Munch, that's clever, but it won't work in the race. You've got to dodge him, that's the short and long of it. Let's try again."

Star snorted, before tossing her head. "Oh .. fine. Can we eat soon?"

They'd been practicing since early morning, and thankfully, seemed to be getting somewhere. Star was no longer so clumsy with the chariot, she could maneuver better, and she wasn't completely out of breath either.

Cedric sighed. "All right, fine. Let's go back to the inn. Evening can get the reigns and .. then I'll try to get Bookworm where she can .. calculate the track."

Fripple absently patted Evening's mane, asking, "Will that really help?"

Cedric offered her his paw. "We'll make use of every advantage we have. Aren't you coming Princess?"

Fripple was uncomprehending until Evening gently shook her off. "I've got to get the reigns. You ride with Cedric."

The mouse maid let herself be pulled into the chariot, muttering, "Oh .. wonderful .. will this thing hold two?"

"Sure! Brace yourself and grab the chariot .. or you could hold onto me .." Cedric's eyes glittered with an amount of mischief.

Fripple gave him a warning glance, grumbling, "I think the chariot works fine."

Cedric grinned. "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you. Go on Munch .. trot up the hill. That'll be good for you."

The horse tossed her head, leaping forward almost eagerly. Fripple made an odd little squeak, lost her grip on the side of the chariot, and grabbed Cedric to keep from falling out. The mouse laughed. "What'd I tell you Princess?"

She got her balance again, stating. "I'll be fine. It just took me by surprise is all .. Eeep!"

Star started up the hill, and Fripple found herself hanging onto Cedric yet again. He laughed good naturedly. "Right, you've totally got the hang of it."

Fripple glared at him, though she couldn't keep from smiling. "Well, stop grinning like a corsair with stolen treasure, and show me how to do this."

"What a way to put it Princess. Now stand next to me so we don't unbalance this thing, keep your knees bent, and relax a little .. good grief you're stiff, that'll never do."

Fripple followed his advice, and he nodded. "Good, now just don't fall out .. hmm. Here, I've got it."

He grabbed her around the waist, ordering, "Now lope Munch, lope! Up the hill."

Star grumbled, but did as he said. Fripple glared at him. "What kind of conspiracy is this? I'll have you know that if you try this any other time, I'll deck you."

Cedric just laughed.

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Esther watched Aubretia make some calculations, study them, and make some more. "What are you working on? Something on where Veil is .. maybe?"

Aubretia pushed her glasses up her nose. "No, I don't have enough fact to properly calculate anything past the obvious realization he and Ivan have been captured by an unknown enemy."

Esther sighed. "Oh .. that's very .. comforting."

Aubretia didn't quite get her friend's meaning. "Isn't it? At least we know he has been captured instead of being run over, which gives him a ... thirty-two percent chance of being alive and unharmed as opposed to a point seven chance ...."

"Oh I feel so much better!" Esther sarcastically returned Aubretia's comment in hopes she would be quiet.

The golden mouse maid might have continued with her uncomforting attempts to be comforting, if their unconscious patient hadn't stirred. Esther ran to his side, glad to be away from Aubretia's calculations. She laid a paw on his forehead as her young friend asked, "How is he? I'll enter the information in my document of our trip."

"Well .. I don't think he's got a fever anymore. I'll have to ask Cedric when he comes back but ... yea." Esther wasn't great at making decisive decisions.

The black mouse coughed, slowly opening dull, but startlingly violet eyes. He stared blankly at them, with complete confusion. "Where ... am I ... who .. are you?"

He fell into a fit of hoarse coughing, and Esther carefully patted his head. "Don't talk .. it can't be very good for you .."

"It's not. According to my calculations ..."

Esther cut Aubretia off before she could impart something disturbing. "What my friend means is you need rest. Oh .. here! Have a drink, that should help .. I think."

The mouse drank slowly, and Esther had to hold his head up lest he choke. As weak as he was, his eyes regained some lost glitter as Esther set the cup down, and Aubretia suddenly asked, "What is your name?"

He blinked at her for a few minutes, before rasping softly, "Byron. Why .. am I still alive .. or am I?"

Aubretia took some calculations. "Hmm .. according to my calculations, you are breathing, talking, and coherent, which all amounts to my firm hypothesis that you must be alive."

Esther rolled her eyes, but Byron didn't look completely confused, just nodded slowly. "Yes .. that .. does make sense .."

His glimmering violet eyes closed wearily, and he relaxed again, breathing slowly but evenly. Esther put a paw to her lips, whispering, "Come on Aubretia, let him sleep .. after all, that's what he really needs .. well .. I think."

Aubretia trotted after the ermine, confirming this realization. "Indeed. He has at least one broken rib, and quite a few bruised ones .."

Esther held up a paw. "Yea, you've encouraged me enough for one day .. ok?"

"But Esther, according to my previous observations of life, encouragement boosts morale, which in turn makes you far more sure of yourself, a quality which would help you greatly ... perhaps I should keep at it."

Esther sighed, giving Aubretia a long look. She was about to say something, when Catkin's voice rang from the other room. "Oh Esther, Aubretia, Vinwyte! Come and look at this! Star and Cedric and Fripple are back, and they've got a chariot like they wanted! Oh this makes me so happy!"

Vinwyte obediently went to the window, as he was extremely careful to follow every order or suggestion to the letter. Esther sort of suspected this had something to do with the fact he was of the mentality they were his masters, and he didn't want to displease them.

Esther came to the window, blinking down at Star, who pranced importantly. "We got the chariot, and I'm going to race! Oh .. hey, do you guys have anything good to eat?"

Catkin nodded. "Oh sure ... oohh Fripple. I'm glad you and Cedric have finally learned to make each other happy! It makes me happy!"

Fripple suddenly seemed to realized Cedric still had his arm around her, and she pulled away. "Ok, ok we're not moving anymore, so let go of me. That is awkward."

"I think it's happy!" Catkin called down.

Cedric jumped out of the chariot as Esther exclaimed, "Hey .. isn't that Eveningstar's? You didn't ... steal it from him, did you?"

Star was horrified. "Of course not! I wouldn't let them steal from Evening, he's so nice. He loaned it to us, and he's getting the bridle and reins now."

Fripple crossed her arms as Cedric called, "Swipe, we wouldn't steal it from him, that's more like your idea."

Esther paused, thinking a moment. "It is? Erm .. well .. I don't know .. I don't think I would want to steal from Evening. You know .. he's .. well .. kind of helped us."

She trotted around to the stable, stating, "Yea, don't. I'm going to get something to eat; I'm hungry."

Cedric laughed, calling, "What's new Munch? But yea, go have a nice lunch. You've earned it. Come on Princess, let's eat something ourselves .. I'm about as hungry as she is."

Fripple followed him. "I really don't think that's possible."

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Roseanna excused herself after a little more talk, explaining her parents might get home soon, and with the edgy mood Martin was in, it was best if she be there.

Trimp was understanding. "Oh yes, you just run along miss Roseanna. That pa a yors is off his rocker so he is .. best to humor the poor beast for now. I don't think he's really at the bottom a' this awful madness."

Roseanna called to her brother. "Richart, come on. We need to go home."

The little mouse tumbled out of a cabinet he was hiding in, asking, "Now?"

"Yes, now." Roseanna absently stated as she realized Filip was not scrubbing pots anymore .. in fact, he wasn't anywhere in the kitchen.

The mouse maid frowned as she slipped out the door. Where had that rat gone? And .. why did she feel so unsettled about it?

Would he .. tell on them?

''He might .. I don't like to think it of anybeast .. but ..''

She was walking along the empty Great Hall, when a scuff made her perk her ears up. The very one she'd been thinking off was leaning coolly against a nearby pillar, watching her with sharp gray eyes.

Roseanna wasn't pleased at being startled. "Oh .. what do you want?"

Filip watched her a moment, before stating, "What do you know about this 'maddness'?"

Roseanna paused, before exclaiming, "You little sneak! How is that any of your business?"

"It just is." Was the flat, obstinate answer.

"Ooohh!" Roseanna had never liked Filip, she couldn't stand beasts who wouldn't give her a straight answer. "You tell me why or I won't tell you!"

Filip sneered. "I could tell on you, how's that? You better just tell me, Anna."

"It's Roseanna to you, loser. And who are they going to believe better? The princess, or a rat?" Roseanna had her own brand of sharpness.

Filip scowled. "Loser yourself, it isn't my fault I'm a rat! Don't you blame me for it! Princess or not, you don't get away with that!"

"I will fight you ..." Roseanna clenched her paw into a fist to prove her point.

Filip snarled, but backed up a little, not really ready to fistfight a beast at least three seasons his senior. "Alright, alright .. Roseanna. I can't fight the princess, I'll get in trouble."

Roseanna felt slightly disappointed, she would have liked to deck Filip for calling her a loser. The rat however, was not done yet. "But I want to know. What is this madness anyway?"

"Why do you want to know?" Roseanna was determined.

Filip looked cornered. "I don't wanna tell you."

Roseanna clenched her jaw. "Then we're even. How do I know you're not a spy or something?"

"I'm not! I just wanna know, ok?"

Roseanna glowered at him. "No, you've got a reason. Now tell me or I won't tell you anything."

Filip glared back. "Oh .. fine. So you know good and well something's wrong with my sister, and something's wrong with the rest of the world for not noticing. And I wanna know .. how to stop it, see?"

"You want to help Ash?" Roseanna was surprised Filip really bothered to care.

He tried to cover for himself. "Well ... ok .. sort of. And I want to keep myself from getting .. whatever it is."

Roseanna huffed. "Look, if I tell you, you can't tell anybeast else .. and I'm not sure I trust you."

Filip scowled. "Well I don't trust you either, how's that? But I don't wanna tell anybeast, I don't trust them either, see?"

"Fine. But I'm trying to find out about it. I don't know very much."

"You were talking like you did, with Trimp and Beau."

Roseanna didn't like telling Filip she didn't know something, but it was unavoidable. "Yea well what you heard is what I know, ok?"

Filip scowled. "But you've got a plan to find out, and I want to be in on it. I mean seriously, Ash may be a jerk sometimes, but she's still my sister. Besides, she's your friend, don't you want to help her?"

"Sure I want to help her. But you're not my friend, you're more like a rival." Roseanna grumbled.

Filip's gray eyes sparkled. "Of course we're rivals, you've got .. like .. everything, and here creatures blame me for my species!"

Roseanna countered. "They weren't always like this, and you know it good and well!"

Filip growled back. "Which is why I want to find a way to stop this. I'm in it for me, you're in it for you .. so fine, I'll help out. What's the plan?"

"I don't really know yet!" Roseanna was frustrated.

Filip rolled his eyes. "Oh gee, do I have to come up with everything too?"

Roseanna clenched her jaw. "Look, I have to take Richart home. If you really want to help, observe what's going on. Oh. And if I find out there's been a leak, I'll know who to blame."

She grabbed Richart's paw, dragging him away.

Why did that smart-aleck Filip have to ruin everything by showing up? Now look at what she would have to put up with!

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Night had fallen softly over Southsward, and the race track.

"So, how are we getting in again?" Star cocked her head at Cedric.

The mouse winked at her. "Now Munch, I know beasts, remember?"

The horse paused, before nodding contentedly. Fripple poked Cedric, muttering, "Are you really serious, or just joking around? The beasts who recognized you earlier didn't seem excited to see you."

Cedric looked momentarily unsure, before grinning. "They just know I upped the competition."

"Right." Fripple sounded sarcastic.

Cedric sighed. "You know Princess, sometimes I wish you wouldn't take everything so literally. Seems like every joke I make, you completely don't get it."

Fripple raised an eyebrow. "Aha .. well I can never tell when you're joking or serious."

Esther spoke up. "From what I've noticed, it seems like he jokes most of the time ..."

"According to my calculations ..."

Cedric held up a paw. "Now Bookworm, save those calculations for the track. We're here."

Eveningstar nodded. "Right. Now where's your .. acquaintance?"

"I don't know yet, I've got to find him. Unmistakable guy though .. he's a little rat, yes, literally Princess. Used to run the races with me, but he got wrecked a season before me .. and took up watching the gate some. He never could get away from the track .. he loved it too much."

Star cocked her head. "You know, I've noticed something .. it seems as though there are an awful lot of wrecks .. aren't there?"

Cedric didn't meet her gaze. "Well .. it has its risks Munch."

They'd reached the gate, which was not guarded by a rat, but a shrew. The creature looked tired, and he snapped at them. "And what do you want? To see the track I suppose?"

Cedric shrugged. "Yea, if we can. Look, is old Crook around?"

The shrew blinked at him. "What, Crookpaw you mean?"

About that moment a beast appeared in the massive arched doorway, leaning on a staff. "Cedric? I say .."

The rat hobbled forward, exclaiming, "They all told me the street rat was back ... matey I didn't believe it!"

Cedric rolled his eyes. "Oh they still call me that, eh? Well us rats always whipped their scurvy tails, didn't we?"

"In the good ol' days lad .. yea, once." Crookpaw looked a little sad.

"I didn't mean it Crook, sorry. But look, I'm racing again .. I'd like to see the track, you know?" Cedric clapped the rat on the back.

Crookpaw shrugged, surveying Cedric's companions. "Hmm .. you always were one to make bargains with death, weren't you Rat? Well I suppose if you cared to give your ol' matey a few sheckles for his trouble ..."

Cedric dropped three coins in the rat's paws, stating laughingly, "It's a deal, you old crook."

Crookpaw grinned, revealing he was missing a few teeth. "Alright matey, you've got it. Hope you don't mind sharing the track, though?"

Evening looked wary. "Who's out there, by chance?"

The answer was careless. "Oh, that chestnut stallion .. Firewing, I think it is."

Star started through the massive stone arch, stating, "Whoa .. this place is .. huge."

Cedric caught up with her, joking, "Course it is Munch, horses have to be able to fit in it."

He ran ahead, calling, "Bookworm, come with me. I need your .. calculations."

Aubretia followed him, pulling out parchment, inkwell, quill, and straightening her glasses. "I'm ready. How wide is the track, crosswise?"

"I ... well .. " Cedric looked blank.

Aubretia shrugged. "That's fine, I can estimate it. Now tell me the scenario if you would?"

Fripple ventured a guess. "Basically everybeast tries to wreck the beast next to them?"

"Not quite Princess, it's more of a .. deadly art. Now over there is the starting line. See those arches in the wall? Well each horse has one, and they line up on the track. We're against the inside wall, see?"

Fripple did see, there was a high wall in the center of the track, keeping it a ring. Cedric continued, looking to see that Star wasn't listening. "And the bad thing is, everybeast wants to be on that inside ring. So the racer on the inside gets slammed against the wall if they can't outrun the others .. something that's pretty impossible."

"Hmm .. I see." Aubretia wrote something down, sketching a little. "Oh wait ... I have it. It's completely simple."

Cedric looked pleased. "What is it then, Bookworm?"

Aubretia smiled. "You simply don't move until they've all gone past you, then catch up on the outside!"

Cedric blinked at her as if he hadn't heard her right. "What? That's your plan? Seriously?"

"Of course it is. It's completely foolproof, you'll never get hit if you don't get in the other racer's way." Aubretia could have infuriatingly blind logic sometimes.

Cedric groaned. "Sure you won't. But you won't win either, now will you?"

Aubretia gave him a confused look. "Of course you will, or at least have a chance. You just have to catch up on the outside."

"But .. Bookworm .. I .. that's .. crazy! Let them get a head start, when I have so little in my favor already?"

"It gives you better chances than if you are trampled. You have a twenty-eight percent chance if you try my way, and, from my calculations, about a point one chance if you try it your way. Ok, maybe a little more. But logically and mathematically, giving them the head start is your best chance."

Cedric thought for a good few minutes, as if making his own calculations. "I .. that has never been done."

Fripple spoke up. "There always is a first time. Truthfully, Library's got a point. Let's say there's eleven chariots, but if a third of those get wrecked in the first few minutes .. um .. and .. well I'm no .. scholar, but I'm going to guess you don't want to be in the middle of that."

"But .." Cedric suddenly paused. "Hmm. Well .. I see your point. But we're going to have to test this .. see if Munch can make up for lost time. Hey Munch!"

The pinto jerked her head around, snorting. "What?"

Cedric jumped into the chariot, ordering, "Back up, get ready. We're having a quick rehearsal. Evening, you act like you are going to shove us against the wall .. and then race us around five times, charging us, ok?"

Evening sighed. "Well I suppose it's good exercise."

Esther walked over to Fripple, asking, "This is more dangerous than Cedric makes out, isn't it?"

Fripple paused. "Yea ... he likes to make us think it's nothing. It's .. well .."

Esther sighed. "I wish .. I wish .. oh .. I don't know what I wish! I wish none of this had ever happened! Everything's just gone .. horrible! Need I list it? So first we have to flee our home to save our friend's life, we get attacked by jackals, waylaid by sheepherders, lost, and after all that, Veil and Ivan get captured. What else can go wrong?"

Esther flopped against the outer wall, and Fripple grimly shook her head. "You don't want to know."

Esther groaned. "Oh, yes you're right. I don't .. oh I really don't. And Veil ... I might never see him again!"

"You aren't the only one. And Ivan too." Fripple reminded her friend.

"But it's so different for you! You don't ... well .. um .."

"I don't what?" Fripple raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me .."

Both wheeled around, to see a chestnut stallion watching them. A bay colt watched curiously from nearby. Fripple spoke first. "Yes?"

The stallion had an empty chariot, and Esther ventured a question. "Um .. where's your driver?"

The chestnut made a face. "Oh, he broke a rein .. he's off to get another. But I've got to talk to you .. about the horse you've entered. You .. look, I've got to tell you it's crazy .. she'll never make it! You can't possibly hope to win .."

Fripple sighed. "Actually that's kind of the whole plan."

The horse rolled his eyes. "Oh Hellgates ... no. I'm simply telling you this for your own good. She looks like a sweet little filly, and she even looks fast. She's probably very nice, but to win this race, you have to be brutal."

"According to my calculations, you're not very brutal." This was Aubretia's contribution.

The chestnut sighed. "I was cursed with speed, I didn't ask to be here. I have to protect my brother, and I really don't have a choice about this."

The bay colt watched them with curiosity, and Esther asked, "Oh, is this your brother?"

"Yes this is Nix .. or should I say, Phoenix. If I don't win this race, my master will take him to pay for all the times I've lost."

The little colt looked down, and Fripple surveyed the many scars all over the chestnut's hide. "Oh .. I'm sorry. I guess you're .. Firewing?"

The horse sighed. "Yes. And as a friend, I'll tell you this. Some of these race horses are stuck in the same boat I am, some are after the money for themselves, and others .. others are just willing murderers. You can't take that poor filly into this .. it's slaughter."

Fripple looked away. "We too, are in the same boat you are. We just want to help some friends who are in terrible danger .. this isn't our idea of fun."

Esther shook her head vigorously. Firewing paused. "I see .. perhaps I've misjudged you. But understand that when I race her .. I .. won't try to kill her. But if I have to .. I have to. I am truly sorry."

Fripple took a deep breath. "I understand .. everybeast for themselves."

"I'm sorry we have to meet on these terms, for you all seem good creatures. I'd hate for you to hate me for what may happen tomorrow .. but .." Firewing hung his head.

He suddenly looked up. "I can't do much, but I will tell you this. Watch out for that Deathstrike. He cheats .. and then there's Northernaurora, the rose roan? She's vicious .. completely so. But watch out for Clawslash, the black ... he's insane. Mostly feral and totally unpredictable .. yea. Don't underestimate him."

Aubretia wrote down every word he said, and Fripple sighed. "Thanks. No .. honestly, thank you. We'll be .. careful."

Esther interrupted as Star and Cedric thundered past, Evening loping behind them. "Star's very fast .. you know?"

Firewing nodded. "I can see that .. but it's what she does in a chaotic and bloody race that really counts."

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When the group arrived at the inn late that night, Cedric sent Star straight to bed. Catkin had stayed behind and made a midnight snack, though most found themselves decidedly not in the mood .. partially because of the race, mostly because of the amount of hotroot in Catkin's shrimp soup.

The otter maid found a candidate in Vinwyte however, for he was fond of hotroot. Of course, she probably could have told the albino otter to stand on his head, and he would have done it.

Fripple wondered how they were going to convince the otter he was not their slave, but at this moment, it wasn't her top priority.

She watched Cedric walk out, toward the balcony. Fripple paused, before following .. she had to get a few things straight with that mouse.

He leaned across the balcony railing with a sigh, muttering, "What am I doing?"

"I'm wondering the same thing." Cedric jumped, for he hadn't heard her coming. The mouse looked away. Fripple pushed the subject.

"Why are you really doing this? You're risking my friend's life .. and your own .. to save a couple creatures you don't even like. Something doesn't match up here."

Cedric grumbled. "Look, I don't want Mute and his Majesty dead, ok? And you care about them .. you need them. So I'll do what I can, and this is what I can do. See my point Princess?"

Fripple sighed. "I suppose. Though I thought .. we didn't ever get off on a good paw .. well .. maybe I wonder why you care that much. Maybe you're .. a little more loyal than I thought you were."

"Hey, you admitted that much? Maybe you're a little nicer than I thought, after all."

Fripple shoved him, though not hard. "Don't avoid my question. Why do you care that much? Is this all just about your revenge on this Ramon? Are you just ... using us to your own advantage?"

Cedric looked honestly surprised. "What? No .. don't think that Princess. Though I'll admit it's the kind of thing I'd normally do. Still it's .. different this time."

"Why? What makes us any different from other beasts?"

Cedric paused, then sighed. "You wouldn't believe one word I said if I said them. It just is."

Fripple didn't give up easily. "Try me. I've .. learned some things over the last week, believe it or not."

"I believe it." Cedric stated, before pushing some loose headfur from his eyes. "Oh .. fine. Alright, if you want to know the truth .. I care about you."

"Why me in particular?" Fripple was a little blank.

Cedric thought for a moment, before grinning. "Cause you're the toughest, deadliest, warrior princess and the weirdest girl I've ever met. How's that?"

Fripple raised an eyebrow, though she looked a little embarrassed. "Well .. I'm picking up that you're learning how to flatter me .. but I .. "

Cedric sighed. "Forget it Princess, I'm not sure you'd ever get what I meant. Besides, I need to be in one piece for this race. But here."

He pulled off his double headed spear. "I can't take this .. and if I don't come back .. wield it for me. I know you can, Princess."

Fripple met his gaze for a moment, as she took the simple yet elegant weapon. "I will. On my honor as a warrior and milord Ignasa."

She paused, sighing. "But come back."

"You care that much?"

Fripple paused. "Ok fine. You've grown on me like moss on a log. Now don't get yourself killed, see?"

"I'll take that as a compliment, and I'll do my best not to." He grabbed her paw and kissed it, winking at her. "And that's for good luck Princess."

The mouse bolted back inside before Fripple could say a word. She stared after Cedric in silent amazement, before slowly looking down at his spear. She shook her head, whispering, "Oh Lord Ignasa .. I don't know what to do anymore. But protect him .. please protect him."

Chapter 21 Race Against Reality
Morning dawned as glorious as possible, almost cruel mockery, in a way. Fripple awoke slowly, to realize she was still on her window's balcony, like last night. She yawned, stretched, and paused as there was a clink.

Fripple picked up Cedric's spear, sighing as her dread returned. She stood with a sigh, adjusting her belt and fastening the weapon in it.

Esther appeared in the doorway about that moment, asking sleepily, "Are you ready to leave? Cedric wants to get there before the crowds do .. um .. why do you have his spear?"

"I'm ... watching it for him. He asked me to .. no, I did not steal it."

Esther blinked. "Oh. I see .. yea, well that makes sense. Catkin .. made breakfast."

"Wonderful." Fripple's voice was a heavy sigh.

"Alright, I know it's spicy, but it's not that bad ..." Esther stated.

Fripple shook her head. "It's not that, I'm just worried about the race."

TBC~ So uth  sw ar d    Cit y o f a t hou sand    LIGHTS  04:00, August 25, 2015 (UTC)