| Subject: Green Isle: Chapter 3 |
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Date Posted: 19:28:48 08/14/07 Tue
Later that evening, the feast at Holt Summerdell was in full swing. Everybeast was sat at a long table enjoying the variety of mouth-watering dishes. From pear and apricot flan to mushroom and onion pasties and turnip’n’tater pie, all foods were eaten ravenously by the hungry Redwallers. The shrimp and hotroot soup disappeared especially quickly, gobbled down in hotroot pepper soup competitions, where two otters went head to head to see who could eat the spiciest soup. The more bowls that were eaten, the more pepper was put in. Despite his ancient, frail appearance, Old Zillo the Bard was remarkably immune to the effects of the pepper. Zillo and Kolun were against each other in the final of the competition. Each otter had their own troupe of supporters cheering them on. Strangely, Deedero was supporting Zillo.
“That mischievous husband of mine needs to lose something,” she explained to Banya. “He’s bossing me around a bit these days.”
Banya suppressed a smirk. “And you don’t boss him around at all, do you?” joked Banya.
“Come on, Zillo!” whooped Deedero, pretending not to hear her friend.
Banya chuckled and joined in the cheering.
Zillo was on his second bowl of soup, but Kolun had already downed five bowls without much difficulty.
“Cummon, Mister Zilly, youse gonna lose!” cried out a small otterbabe. Rather than attacking the bowls with renewed vigour, Zillo merely winked in the babe’s direction and kept ploughing his way through the soup. Kolun, however, had accelerated and was now gulping down his eighth bowl, cheered on by his supporters, who included Tiria, Lycian and Tribsy.
Suddenly, Kolun coughed violently and seized up, choking. Luckily, Leatho was on the scene quickly, hitting Kolun on the back. Kolun coughed up the offending mouthful of soup, but was in no fit state to carry on with the competition. He sat down on his chair, watching nervously as Zillo kept spooning the soup from his sixth bowl into his mouth. Slowly the bowl’s contents disappeared, but it was clear that Zillo was beginning to weaken. The seventh bowl was a noticeable struggle, and he had to hold his nose to gulp down forced mouthfuls of the eighth. Near the end of the eighth bowl, Zillo finally surrendered to the heat of the pepper and swallowed a huge beaker of cool, clear water in one massive gulp, panting. Leatho, who was judging, inspected the bowls.
“I declare the winner of this competition to be…”
The gathered crowd waited with bated breath.
“…Kolun Galedeep!”
All the supporters rushed in to congratulate Kolun. They also all patted Zillo on the back, for despite the air of competition, they were all true friends with each other.
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