| Subject: Green Isle: Chapter 1 |
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Date Posted: 17:40:42 06/22/07 Fri
At Holt Summerdell, preparation for the feast was underway. Water lanterns were strung around the pools and the waterfall, and long tables were set up at the edge of the pond. The brew otter, Birl Gully, was sat in a cave instructing otter babes on how to roll the barrels down to the pond, whilst perfecting his latest barrel of Gullyplug punch.
“No, no, not so fast, you’re going to run somebeast over!” Birl took a sip of is punch to calm himself down. “Hmm, a little more cowslip, I think,” he remarked. “Stop that, Toobil, you’re going to ruin that elderberry wine!” Birl mopped his brow with a handkerchief. These otter babes were more trouble than they were worth. Kolun Galedeep entered the cave waving a large stick.
“I found young Toobil brandishing this at Gribbsy,” Kolun explained. “I took it off him before he took somebeast’s eye out.”
“Those young’uns will be the death of me,” said Birl, shaking his head. “When they’re not smashing my best barrels of strawberry fizz on the rocks, they’re attempting to assassinate each other with sticks. They were meant to be using those sticks to control the barrels, y’know, but no chance. D’you think you could get them away from here, Kolun?”
“Any time, matey,” said Kolun with a wink.
“Ahoy, mateys, I’ve heard Deedero needs help making candied chestnut trifle!” yelled Kolun. Whooping and roaring, the otterbabes charged over to Deedero’s kitchen.
“We’s gonna make twifle!”
“We’s gonna make twifle!”
Kolun grimaced. “My missus won’t thank me for that,” he said. “I’d better go and help her out.” He charged off in pursuit of the otterbabes.
Deedero’s kitchen was a scene of chaos, mainly due to the fact that she was not making candied chestnut trifle.
“Wah, me wanna make a candy chesknut twifle!” squealed the babes. Deedero noticed Kolun at the back of all the otterbabes, looking at the floor and shuffling his feet nervously.
“Kolun, you big fat plank-tailed liar! You told them I was making candied chestnut trifle!”
“Well, I - ” Kolun was interrupted by excited whoops and cheers. Banya Streamdog came rushing in.
“The Redwallers are here! Leatho sighted the Fearless Frunk anchoring in the bay,” she said breathlessly. “Get the feast on the tables quickly!”
Holt Summerdell became a hive of activity. Pies, flans, pasties and trifles were all put on the tables, the ale and wine barrels were lined up neatly and the finishing touches were made to the decorations. Queen Tiria organised a small group of otters to go and meet the Redwallers. In less than five minutes, the feast was ready and Tiria, Banya, Kolun, Deedero and Leatho were marching off to meet with the visitors.
The otters stopped at the lake, just past the charred remains of Riggu Felis’ old fortress.
“There they are!” exclaimed Tiria. The Redwallers could be seen in the distance. “We’ll wait for them here.”
It seemed like an age before the Redwallers arrived at the lake. When they finally did, reunions were flowing thick and fast.
“Abbess Lycian!”
“Tiria, how you’ve grown!”
“Tribsy, it’s good to see you. Is Girry here?”
“Nay, ee little rarscal wudd get seasickened, ho urr!”
“Where’s Brantalis?” inquired Tiria.
“Oh, he’ll be along as soon as the gluttonous feathery foodbag has finished stuffing himself back at Redwall,” came a voice from the back of the crowd of Redwallers.
Tiria knew who it was instantly. She would recognise that voice anywhere.
“Dad, it’s you!” said Tiria excitedly. “I didn’t realise you were coming!”
“Aye, it’s me sure enough,” said Banjon. He came forwards and hugged his daughter tightly. “Now are we going to stand here all day, or can we go to this feast I’ve heard about?” Everybeast laughed. The joyful party started the long walk back to the holt.
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