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  1. TRAPPED
  2. Title Page
  3. Map
  4. BOOK ONE
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  20. BOOK TWO
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  34. BOOK THREE
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Hollyberry took it and pulled a wry face. Droony the little mole watched him and gave a weak smile. “Hurrhurr, naow you’m knows wot yurr own med’sin tastes loik!”

Thrugann bustled in and plonked down a large bunch of fresh herbs on the table. Seeing Hollyberry and Abbess Vale struggling to clean up the oatmeal, she hauled them both up and sat them down on the edge of Droony’s bed.

“Tch-tch! Lookit the mess of you two. Let me do that. There’s more motherwort, nightshade and dockleaves, though I’m havin’ to travel farther afield to get ’em now. Ah well, press on and never weaken, that’s an otter motter.”

Tudd Spinney sat up on the bedside and found his walking stick. “D’you know, I do feel a little better this mornin’. P’raps I can get up today an’ be of some ’elp around an’ about here.” He began to stand upright but was pushed back down by his wife as she passed carrying the pail of cold water.

“If you wants to do anythin’, my ol’ dear, then you just lie still there an’ stay out of the way. Lan’ sakes, there’s enough to do without trippin’ over you all day.”

Bremmun poked his nose over the bedsheets surrounding his face. “Bah, I’m weak as a brown leaf and fed up lying about. I wonder how Thrugg and little Dumble are going on with their search for those Icetor Flowers?”

Sister Nasturtium was so ill she could not raise her head. She waved a limp paw at Bremmun.

“I dreamed of Thrugg and Dumble last night. . . . Thrugg was sad. . . . Sad for Dumble and—and another young one. Threatening . . . threatening, horrid shapes like . . . like dark birds. . . . But warriors will help Thrugg. . . . Warriors. . . . Martin said so . . .”

“What was that you said, Sister Nasturtium?” Bremmun sat up with an effort.

Faith Spinney plumped the pillows and pressed him back down. “Hush now, she’s asleep. Prob’ly just talkin’ to herself, pore thing. That nasty ol’ Dryditch sickness has hit her worse’n any of us.”

26

Two hours before dawn the Deepcoiler came back!

The first thing Mara and Pikkle knew of it was the scream of a lookout shrew, then all was chaos. The quiet surface of the lake exploded into boiling action as the huge creature broke surface between the two boats. They both tipped sideways and though Mara’s boat stayed upright the other one overturned.