Sapwood came smartly to attention. Grim-faced, he led Klitch and Goffa off to their bedchamber.

*   *   *

When they were gone the badger Lord folded his paws across his broad chest and faced Mara. “Young maid, have you nothing to say for yourself? Missing, without a word to anybeast for two whole nights. Now you return, bringing a ferret and a weasel here!”

Mara shook her head in bewilderment. “How could you be so rude to those two young creatures? They are my friends . . .”

Urthstripe’s paw crashed loud against the tabletop. “Friends? A ferret and a weasel, they are not friends, they are vermin! Have you no sense, Mara? Ferrets, weasels, stoats, rats and foxes have caused murder and warfare in Mossflower since before the days of my ancestors. Who are they with? Where is the rest of their band?”

Screwing up his courage, Pikkle chipped in. “I say, sir, steady on! Those two chaps were all alone when we met ’em. They traveled up from the Southwest. Actually, they’re rather jolly—”

Urthstripe’s roar cut him short. “Silence, Ffolger! When I want your opinion I shall ask for it. Go to your room, this instant! It’s time you learned to grow up and show some hare responsibility.”

Pikkle vacated the dining room in haste, knowing it was useless to argue with a badger Lord of Urthstripe’s temper. Huge tears welled from Mara’s eyes to drip on to the table.

The badger Lord gave a deep sigh of helplessness and shook his great striped head. “Mara, little one, please don’t cry. I’m sorry I lost my temper, but I thought you knew about our enemies.”

The badger maid rubbed paws into her eyes, sniffing. “They’re not all enemies, but you don’t seem to care. You don’t even want me having Pikkle as a friend. Sometimes I wish I was dead instead of being stuck inside this miserable old mountain!”

Urthstripe pulled a spotted kerchief from his forge apron and gently wiped her eyes, sadness and concern showing on his heavy features.

“Please don’t say that, Mara. You are all I have, and someday when I am gone the duty may fall upon you to rule this mountain. I know it is a lonely and demanding life, but it is our solemn duty as badgers to protect Mossflower and its shores. Only then can good honest creatures, not as strong as we, live in peace and happiness. You must believe me, Browneye.”

The sound of the pet name he had called her as an infant brought a flood of fresh tears. Mara dashed from the room, calling as she ran to her bedchamber. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. I just want to be somewhere where I can be happy!”