Quest for the Faradawn - страница 15

Pictor then voiced another point which was on all their minds. ‘How can we trust him?’ he said. ‘While he’s a baby I agree he can do us no harm but as he grows he will learn all our secrets and our defences and, worse still, he will find out where our homes are. What if then he joins the Urkku; he could destroy us all in a single day with what he knows. I don’t like it.’

Then Sterndale spoke. ‘I agree with everything Rufus and Pictor have said but I feel that we must put our trust and our faith in the opinions of our two “elder statesmen” Wythen and Bruin. In any case the Urkku can do no harm for a number of seasons yet, and if things turn out for the worse we shall have to kill him before he goes over to the Urkku. But I, for one, would like to wait and see for a while: if the legends are true then we would be foolish to get rid of him now.’

The rest of the Council agreed that the decision should be left with Wythen and Bruin. Bruin spoke first and said that, like his noble friend Sterndale, he thought that ‘wait and see’ was the best policy, although secretly he believed that the little baby in the sett would prove in some way, although he didn’t know how, to be the friend and ally of which legend had spoken ever since he could remember.

Wythen, of course, agreed. When Warrigal had told him the news he had known immediately that the time had come of which he had dreamt for so long. The baby should stay with Brock, he told the meeting, because it was obviously safe and happy there and they could all trust Bruin’s grandson whom they knew to be a brave and imaginative badger with a practical partner who would look after and guard the baby in the best possible way. The baby’s progress would be reported to the Council at the seasonal meetings and decisions as to his future would be taken then.

With that he wished them all good luck for tomorrow and, as the moon began to sink in the night sky, all the animals of the wood made their way thoughtfully back to their various holes and setts and roosts, where they pondered over the strange story they had heard.

Mystery was in the air and there was not one of them who, beneath his overriding fear of the Killing tomorrow, did not feel a little thrill of anticipation as he settled down for what remained of the night.

The next day dawned bright and clear and cold; the sun shone down from a blue sky, cloudless except for a few wisps of white that drifted purposefully across. Already drips of thawing snow could be heard all over the wood and the icy crust that had formed on the surface began to give way to a mushy layer of large wet crystals which sank as they were trodden on.

Brock was suddenly woken by the persistent hooting of an owl. He looked across at Tara and the baby; she had been fast asleep when he came in from the meeting last night and he had not told her the good news that the Council had agreed that they could keep the Urkku in the wood – at least until he began to grow into an adult. She was awake now and, when he told her, she was both pleased and relieved. ‘It’s odd,’ she said softly so as not to waken the baby, ‘in only one day and night I’ve grown really fond of him and I think he trusts me and feels comfortable with me. I was dreadfully worried that the Council might take him away.’

‘Listen,’ said Brock, ‘do you hear it; Warrigal’s warning? He’s by the pond; we arranged that he would roost there and hoot loudly when he saw the Urkku coming. You must stay down here of course when they’re in the wood and keep the baby quiet. Although there’s very little chance of their hearing him crying from above we must not take the risk.’

‘Where are you going?’ asked Tara.

‘I’m going up to the surface to see what happens. Don’t worry; I’ll stay in the passage and just poke my nose out as far as I need to be able to watch. I’m anxious to see what comes of the plans the Council arranged last night. Besides, Bruin is too old to be up during the day now – he needs his sleep – and he asked me to report to him.’