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Flora2 Thompson, Lark3 RiseWhen Hazel stamped, Dandelion leaped instinctively4 from the grass verge5. Ifthere had been a hole he would have made for it. For the briefest instant helooked up and down the gravel6. Then the dog was rushing upon him and heturned and made for the raised barn. But before he reached it he realized that hemust not take refuge under the floor. If he did, the dog would check: very likely aman would call it back. He had to get it out of the farmyard and down to the road.
He altered direction and raced up the lane toward the elms.
He had not expected the dog to be so close behind him. He could hear itsbreath and the loose gravel flying under its paws.
"It's too fast for me!" he thought. "It's going to catch me!" In another momentit would be on him and then it would roll him over, snapping his back and bitingout his life. He knew that hares, when overtaken, dodge7 by turning more quicklyand neatly8 than the pursuing dog and doubling back on their track. "I shall haveto double," he thought desperately9. "But if I do, it will hunt me up and down thelane and the man will call it off, or else I shall have to lose it by going through thehedge: then the whole plan will fail."He tore over the crest10 and down toward the cattle shed. When Hazel had toldhim what he was to do, it had seemed to him that his task would consist ofleading the dog on and persuading it to follow him. Now he was running simplyto save his life, and that at a speed he had never touched before, a speed he knewhe could not keep up.
In actual fact Dandelion covered three hundred yards to the cattle shed in agood deal less than half a minute. But as he reached the straw at the entrance itseemed to him that he had run forever. Hazel and the farmyard were long, longago. He had never done anything in his life but run in terror down the lane,feeling the dog's breath at his haunches. Inside the gate a big rat ran across infront of him and the dog checked at it for a moment. Dandelion gained thenearest shed and went headlong between two bales of straw at the foot of a pile. Itwas a narrow place and he turned round only with some difficulty. The dog wasimmediately outside, scratching eagerly, whining12 and throwing up loose straw asit sniffed13 along the foot of the bales.
"Sit tight," said a young rat, from the straw close beside him. "It'll be off in aminute. They're not like cats, you know.""That's the trouble," said Dandelion, panting and rolling the whites of his eyes.
"It mustn't lose me; and time's everything.""What?" said the rat, puzzled. "What you say?"Without answering, Dandelion slipped along to another crack, gatheredhimself a moment and then broke cover, running across the yard to the oppositeshed. It was open-fronted and he went straight through to the boarding along theback. There was a gap under the broken end of a board and here he crept into thefield beyond. The dog, following, thrust its head into the gap and pushed, barkingwith excitement. Gradually the loose board levered open like a trapdoor until itwas able to force its way through.
Now that he had a better start, Dandelion kept in the open and ran down thefield to the hedge beside the road. He knew he was slower, but the dog seemedslower, too. Choosing a thick part, he went through the hedge and crossed theroad. Blackberry came to meet him, scuttering down the further bank. Dandeliondropped exhausted14 in the ditch. The dog was not twenty feet away on the otherside of the hedge. It could not find a big enough gap.
"It's faster than ever I thought," gasped15 Dandelion, "but I've taken the edge offit. I can't do any more. I must go to ground. I'm finished."It was plain that Blackberry was frightened.
"Frith help me!" he whispered. "I'll never do it!""Go on, quick," said Dandelion, "before it loses interest. I'll overtake you andhelp if I can."Blackberry hopped16 deliberately17 into the road and sat up. Seeing him, the dogyelped and thrust its weight against the hedge. Blackberry ran slowly along theroad toward a pair of gates that stood opposite each other further down. The dogstayed level with him. As soon as he was sure that it had seen the gate on its ownside and meant to go to it, Blackberry turned and climbed the bank. Out in thestubble he waited for the dog to reappear.
It was a long time coming; and when at last it pushed its way between thegatepost and the bank into the field, it paid him no attention. It nosed along thefoot of the bank, put up a partridge and bounced after it and then began toscratch about in a clump18 of dock plants. For some time Blackberry felt tooterrified to move. Then, in desperation, he hopped slowly toward it, trying to actas though he had not noticed that it was there. It dashed after him, but almost atonce seemed to lose interest and returned to its nosing and sniffing19 over theground. Finally, when he was utterly20 at a loss, it set off over the field of its ownaccord, padding easily along beside one of the rows of threshed straw, trailing thebroken cord and pouncing21 in and out at every squeak22 and rustle23. Blackberry,sheltering behind a parallel row, kept level with it. In this manner they coveredthe distance to the pylon24 line, halfway25 to the foot of the down. It was here thatDandelion caught up with him.
"It's not fast enough, Blackberry! We must get on. Bigwig may be dead.""I know, but at least it's going the right way. I couldn't get it to move at all, tostart with. Can't we--""It's got to come up the down at speed or there'll be no surprise. Come on, we'lldraw it together. We'll have to get ahead of it first, though."They ran fast through the stubble until they neared the trees. Then they turnedand crossed the dog's line in full view. This time it pursued instantly and the tworabbits reached the undergrowth at the bottom of the steep with no more thanten yards to spare. As they began to climb they heard the dog crashing throughthe brittle26 elders. It barked once and then they were out on the open slope withthe dog running mute behind them.
-<*>-The blood ran over Bigwig's neck and down his foreleg. He watchedWoundwort steadily27 where he crouched28 on the earth pile, expecting him to leapforward at any moment. He could hear a rabbit moving behind him, but the runwas so narrow that he could not have turned even if it had been safe to do so.
"Everyone all right?" he asked.
"They're all right," replied Holly29. "Come on, Bigwig, let me take your placenow. You need a rest.""Can't," panted Bigwig. "You couldn't get past me here -- no room -- and if I goback that brute'll follow -- next thing you'd know he'd be loose in the burrows30.
You leave it to me. I know what I'm doing."It had occurred to Bigwig that in the narrow run even his dead body would be aconsiderable obstacle. The Efrafans would either have to get it out or dig round itand this would mean more delay. In the burrow31 behind him he could hearBluebell, who was apparently32 telling the does a story. "Good idea," he thought.
"Keep 'em happy. More than I could do if I had to sit there.""So then El-ahrairah said to the fox, 'Fox you may smell and fox you may be,but I can tell your fortune in the water.'"Suddenly Woundwort spoke33.
"Thlayli," he said, "why do you want to throw your life away? I can send onefresh rabbit after another into this run if I choose. You're too good to be killed.
Come back to Efrafa. I promise I'll give you the command of any Mark you like. Igive you my word.""Silflay hraka, u embleer rah," replied Bigwig.
"'Ah ha,' said the fox, 'tell my fortune, eh? And what do you see in the water,my friend? Fat rabbits running through the grass, yes, yes?'""Very well," said Woundwort. "But remember, Thlayli, you yourself can stopthis nonsense whenever you wish.""'No,' replied El-ahrairah, 'it is not fat rabbits that I see in the water, but swifthounds on the scent34 and my enemy flying for his life.'"Bigwig realized that Woundwort also knew that in the run his body would benearly as great a hindrance35 dead as alive. "He wants me to come out on my feet,"he thought. "But it's Inlé, not Efrafa, that I shall go to from here."Suddenly Woundwort leaped forward in a single bound and landed full againstBigwig like a branch falling from a tree. He made no attempt to use his claws. Hisgreat weight was pushing, chest to chest, against Bigwig's. With heads side by sidethey bit and snapped at each other's shoulders. Bigwig felt himself sliding slowlybackward. He could not resist the tremendous pressure. His back legs, with clawsextended, furrowed36 the floor of the run as he gave ground. In a few moments hewould be pushed bodily into the burrow behind. Putting his last strength into theeffort to remain where he was, he loosed his teeth from Woundwort's shoulderand dropped his head, like a cart horse straining at a load. Still he was slipping.
Then, very gradually it seemed, the terrible pressure began to slacken. His clawshad a hold of the ground. Woundwort, teeth sunk in his back, was snuffling andchoking. Though Bigwig did not know it, his earlier blows had torn Woundwortacross the nose. His nostrils37 were full of his own blood, and with jaws38 closed inBigwig's fur he could not draw his breath. A moment more and he let go his hold.
Bigwig, utterly exhausted, lay where he was. After a few moments he tried to getup, but a faintness came over him and a feeling of turning over and over in a ditchof leaves. He closed his eyes. There was silence and then, quite clearly, he heardFiver speaking in the long grass. "You are closer to death than I. You are closer todeath than I.""The wire!" squealed39 Bigwig. He jerked himself up and opened his eyes. Therun was empty. General Woundwort was gone.
-<*>-Woundwort clambered out into the Honeycomb, now dimly lit down the shaftby the daylight outside. He had never felt so tired. He saw Vervain and Thunderlooking at him uncertainly. He sat on his haunches and tried to clean his face withhis front paws.
"Thlayli won't give any more trouble," he said. "You'd better just go in andfinish him off, Vervain, since he won't come out.""You're asking me to fight him, sir?" asked Vervain.
"Well, just take him on for a few moments," answered Woundwort. "I want tostart them getting this wall down in one or two other places. Then I'll come back."Vervain knew that the impossible had happened. The General had come offworst. What he was saying was, "Cover up for me. Don't let the others know.""What in Frith's name happens now?" thought Vervain. "The plain truth is thatThlayli's had the best of it all along, ever since he first met him in Efrafa. And thesooner we're back there the better."He met Woundwort's pale stare, hesitated a moment and then climbed on theearth pile. Woundwort limped across to the two runs, halfway down the easternwall, which Groundsel had been told to get open. Both were now clear at theentrances and the diggers were out of sight in the tunnels. As he approached,Groundsel backed down the further tunnel and began cleaning his claws on aprojecting root.
"How are you getting on?" asked Woundwort.
"This run's open, sir," said Groundsel, "but the other will take a bit longer, I'mafraid. It's heavily blocked.""One's enough," said Woundwort, "as long as they can come down it. We canbring them in and start getting that end wall down."He was about to go up the run himself when he found Vervain beside him. Fora moment he thought that he was going to say that he had killed Thlayli. A secondglance showed him otherwise.
"I've -- er -- got some grit40 in my eye, sir," said Vervain. "I'll just get it out andthen I'll have another go at him."Without a word Woundwort went back to the far end of the Honeycomb.
Vervain followed.
"You coward," said Woundwort in his ear. "If my authority goes, where willyours be in half a day? Aren't you the most hated officer in Efrafa? That rabbit'sgot to be killed."Once more he climbed on the earth pile. Then he stopped. Vervain and Thistle,raising their heads to peer past him from behind, saw why. Thlayli had made hisway up the run and was crouching41 immediately below. Blood had matted thegreat thatch42 of fur on his head, and one ear, half severed43, hung down beside hisface. His breathing was slow and heavy.
"You'll find it much harder to push me back from here, General," he said.
With a sort of weary, dull surprise, Woundwort realized that he was afraid. Hedid not want to attack Thlayli again. He knew, with flinching44 certainty, that hewas not up to it. And who was? he thought. Who could do it? No, they would haveto get in by some other way and everyone would know why.
"Thlayli," he said, "we've unblocked a run out here. I can bring in enoughrabbits to pull down this wall in four places. Why don't you come out?"Thlayli's reply, when it came, was low and gasping45, but perfectly46 clear.
"My Chief Rabbit has told me to defend this run and until he says otherwise Ishall stay here.""His Chief Rabbit?" said Vervain, staring.
It had never occurred to Woundwort or any of his officers that Thlayli was notthe Chief Rabbit of his warren. Yet what he said carried immediate11 conviction. Hewas speaking the truth. And if he was not the Chief Rabbit, then somewhere closeby there must be another, stronger rabbit who was. A stronger rabbit thanThlayli. Where was he? What was he doing at this moment?
Woundwort became aware that Thistle was no longer behind him.
"Where's that young fellow gone?" he said to Vervain.
"He seems to have slipped away, sir," answered Vervain.
"You should have stopped him," said Woundwort. "Fetch him back."But it was Groundsel who returned to him a few moments later.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "Thistle's gone up the opened run. I thought you'd senthim or I'd have asked him what he was up to. One or two of my rabbits seem tohave gone with him -- I don't know what for, I'm sure.""I'll give them what for," said Woundwort. "Come with me."He knew now what they would have to do. Every rabbit he had brought mustbe sent underground to dig and every blocked gap in the wall must be opened. Asfor Thlayli, he could simply be left where he was and the less said about him thebetter. There must be no more fighting in narrow runs, and when the terribleChief Rabbit finally appeared he would be pulled down in the open, from all sides.
He turned to re-cross the burrow, but remained where he was, staring. In thefaint patch of light below the ragged47 hole in the roof, a rabbit was standing48 -- noEfrafan, a rabbit unknown to the General. He was very small and was lookingtensely about him -- wide-eyed as a kitten above ground for the first time -- asthough by no means sure where he might be. As Woundwort watched, he raised atrembling forepaw and passed it gropingly across his face. For a moment someold, flickering49, here-and-gone feeling stirred in the General's memory -- the smellof wet cabbage leaves in a cottage garden, the sense of some easy-going, kindlyplace, long forgotten and lost.
"Who the devil's that?" asked General Woundwort.
"It -- it must be the rabbit that's been lying there, sir," answered Groundsel.
"The rabbit we thought was dead.""Oh, is that it?" said Woundwort. "Well, he's just about your mark, isn't he,Vervain? That's one of them you might be able to tackle, at all events. Hurry up,"he sneered50, as Vervain hesitated, uncertain whether the General were serious,"and come on out as soon as you've finished."Vervain advanced slowly across the floor. Even he could derive51 littlesatisfaction from the prospect52 of killing53 a tharn rabbit half his own size, inobedience to a contemptuous taunt54. The small rabbit made no move whatever,either to retreat or to defend himself, but only stared at him from great eyeswhich, though troubled, were certainly not those of a beaten enemy or a victim.
Before his gaze, Vervain stopped in uncertainty55 and for long moments the twofaced each other in the dim light. Then, very quietly and with no trace of fear, thestrange rabbit said,"I am sorry for you with all my heart. But you cannot blame us, for you came tokill us if you could.""Blame you?" answered Vervain. "Blame you for what?""For your death. Believe me, I am sorry for your death."Vervain in his time had encountered any number of prisoners who, before theydied, had cursed or threatened him, not uncommonly56 with supernaturalvengeance, much as Bigwig had cursed Woundwort in the storm. If such thingshad been liable to have any effect on him, he would not have been head of theOwslafa. Indeed, for almost any utterance57 that a rabbit in this dreadful situationcould find to make, Vervain was unthinkingly ready with one or other of a stockof jeering58 rejoinders. Now, as he continued to meet the eyes of this unaccountableenemy -- the only one he had faced in all the long night's search for bloodshed --horror came upon him and he was filled with a sudden fear of his words, gentleand inexorable as the falling of bitter snow in a land without refuge. The shadowyrecesses of the strange burrow seemed full of whispering, malignant59 ghosts andhe recognized the forgotten voices of rabbits done to death months since in theditches of Efrafa.
"Let me alone!" cried Vervain. "Let me go! Let me go!"Stumbling and blundering, he found his way to the opened run and draggedhimself up it. At the top he came upon Woundwort, listening to one ofGroundsel's diggers, who was trembling and white-eyed.
"Oh, sir," said the youngster, "they say there's a great Chief Rabbit bigger thana hare; and a strange animal they heard--""Shut up!" said Woundwort. "Follow me, come on."He came out on the bank, blinking in the sunlight. The rabbits scattered60 aboutthe grass stared at him in horror, several wondering whether this could really bethe General. His nose and one eyelid61 were gashed62 and his whole face was maskedwith blood. As he limped down from the bank his near foreleg trailed and hestaggered sideways. He scrambled63 into the open grass and looked about him.
"Now," said Woundwort, "this is the last thing we have to do, and it won't takelong. Down below, there's a kind of wall." He stopped, sensing all around himreluctance and fear. He looked at Ragwort, who looked away. Two other rabbitswere edging off through the grass. He called them back.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Nothing, sir," replied one. "We only thought that--"All of a sudden Captain Campion dashed round the corner of the hanger64. Fromthe open down beyond came a single, high scream. At the same moment twostrange rabbits, running together, leaped the bank into the wood and disappeareddown one of the blocked tunnels.
"Run!" cried Campion, stamping. "Run for your lives!"He raced through them and was gone over the down. Not knowing what hemeant or where to run, they turned one way and another. Five bolted down theopened run and a few more into the wood. But almost before they had begun toscatter, into their midst bounded a great black dog, snapping, biting and chasinghither and thither65 like a fox in a chicken run.
Woundwort alone stood his ground. As the rest fled in all directions heremained where he was, bristling66 and snarling67, bloody-fanged and bloody-clawed.
The dog, coming suddenly upon him face to face among the rough tussocks,recoiled a moment, startled and confused. Then it sprang forward; and even asthey ran, his Owsla could hear the General's raging, squealing68 cry, "Come back,you fools! Dogs aren't dangerous! Come back and fight!"
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