It was night time at the settlement of the Wunpaw tribe. Under the cover of darkness, three figures stole away to a meeting place of what would have been downstream from the tribe, had the dam not reduced the riverbed to a miniscule trickle. With the half-moon offering only meager light, it took some time for the three river otters to finally find each other.
"Thanks fer meetin' with me, Theo."
"Sure thing, Fiona. Mogo, how are things?"
"What kind o' question is that, Theo? Let's hurry this up. Things are rough enough as it is with those two pompous brats going at it."
"Hold your tongue. They'll have you fer treason."
"Oh, and
this won't? Get off your pedestal, Theo. What's the plan?"
Fiona interjected, "Those two bozos 've gotten a little too big fer their britches. My husband's stuck over on the South bank with my pups. His folks 're dead set on Prince Ohanko being the spawn of the devil or something. Anyway, I can't see him anymore since I'm on the North bank. An' crossing over is getting harder an' harder to do without causing some kind o' scene. You two notice that?"
"Yeah, somebeast was crossing over today an' got some rocks slung at 'im, called 'im names n' all. Somebeast tried to attack him, too. It's getting out of paw. Are you suggesting what I think you are?"
"The dam? Yeah. It's gotta go. I know how to do it."
"Sounds a bit dangerous..."
"Shut up, Mogo."
"Listen, I need cooperation from both of ye. If any one of us get caught we're all in for it an' bad. I don't even want to know what would happen. You two already agreed t' meet. You're just as invested as I am now. Here's what I know. The dam was built in a hurry after River King Sirus died – "
"Seasons bless him."
"– yeah, seasons bless 'im. An' since it was built in a hurry, it's not meant to last. And it
certainly wasn't meant to last this long. The whole structure is withering away as we speak."
"But how do you know that, Fiona?"
"Shut up Mogo. I build things. I know what I'm talkin' about. Now after River King Sirus died –"
"Seasons bless hi – "
"– will you
shut up Mogo?! What, are ye gonna say that every time I say 'River King Sirus'...? Go ahead, say 'seasons bless 'im' one more time... Well?! No, that's what I thought. Now shut up and listen, I'm gettin' cold. The whole structure is withering away and nobeast is doin' a thing to stop it. It's still got a good seceral weeks left in it, maybe a month or two, but not much longer than that! There are weak points in the construction – I made a note of them when I was walking from bank to bank – did that twice a day and took all the trouble fer it as well. See here..." Fiona started drawing in the dirt a rough depiction of the dam and made several gestures at the weak points as she talked. "All these spots are goin' faster than the rest of the structure. If we can get any one o' these to fail, the whole thing 'll come tumbling down."
"Alright Fiona, so the dam's gone. But that's not what's causing the trouble – it's the two brats. We want them gone."
"Good point, Theo, but I'm not finished. This 's where the kicker comes in. We need to get the two brats in the way of the dam when it falls."
"You're talking about killing them."
"Don't twist it to sound worst, Mogo. It'll be doing everybeast a favor. The dam's on its way out anyway, I'll probably be one o' the creatures asked about why it failed. I'll tell them what I know – that the whole thing was weak to start and wasn't supposed to last that long – the tribe will mourn, and a pike hunt will be called for. A new King or Queen is crowned – heh, maybe even one of us – and we can all go home."
"You told me this plan was to unite the tribe, not murder both of the heirs and leave everybeast scrambling again!"
Fiona was getting angrier. "This
will unite the tribe! What, you think that those two brats will be able to do a better job? All over the banks, beasts are stockpiling weapons because they know what's comin'. You know it too, so who are ye tryin' to fool, Mogo? Because it ain't me and I'm pretty sure it ain't Theo, either. Right Theo?"
"She's got a point, Mogo. Even if war is avoided and one o' those two becomes the new River King, they'll run the whole tribe into th' ground. They've been at this for months."
"I agreed to unite the tribe. I figured that a little bit o' foul play would be involved, but this is just too much, Fiona. I'm not gettin' blood on my paws... It'll never work; I'm out." Mogo stood up and dismissed himself from the other two crouching otters.
Theo whispered to Fiona, "What do we do, Fiona? What if he tells somebeast?"
Fiona gritted her teeth and picked up a nearby rock, "He won't tell a soul. C'mon," and she marched into the night. Theo moved hesitantly in tow and together the two pursued Mogo.
~oOo~
Marius and Gilad Gower made their way into the Wunpaw settlement together, walking along the North bank. Their entry caused a bit of a stir (for here was yet
another diplomat from Salamandastron and – great seasons, look at the size of that 'un)!
"Now listen up, Marius," Gilad had told him before they entered view of the camp, "Remember everything I've told you. A lot is riding on this! If you get stuck, I'm here to help you out. We're a team and don't forget it. Use that energy from being a performer and focus it on making peace. I have absolute confidence in you."
The ruler of the North bank of the Wunpaw tributary was Prince Ohanko, who was accused of poisoning his brother and father by Prince Ahote. Ohanko was the younger brother of the two and was not even twenty seasons of age yet. But this was nothing that seemed to be of any concern to him, as Marius and Gilad would soon find out. It was not terribly difficult to find Prince Ohanko. The Wunpaw otters had all known of the hares from Salamandastron and it was assumed that it was the prince they were looking for, whenever they came about.
The Wunpaw lived in longhouses, carefully constructed from long yew poles and stripped bark. Each longhouse belonged to a family or two or sometimes more, depending on the size of the longhouse, and they were scattered about the settlement seemingly without a pattern (though Marius would soon discover that there was a tradition behind even this seemingly scattered layout). Marius and Gilad were directed to a specific house toward the middle of the settlement and they walked there without an escort. On the way to it, the pair could not help but glance at the state of the settlement as a whole. It was not obviously lacking, but the atmosphere conveyed a sense that something was amiss. Perhaps it was the lack of water flowing down what was now a large, deep trench in the earth separating both sides of the tribe? It looked as if some great earthquake had created a fissure and there was no way across. But indeed, there was a way across. It was muddy in many places, and it had no distinct path, but it was a way.
The great dam was a considerable feature of the scenery and it captured the attention of Gilad and Marius. The massive structure spanned the length of the river far up some ways. It was known that the river was being redirected into a cave of sorts in the ground, but this cave was not visible from their current vantage point. From around the bend in the river, only a small piece of the dam was visible. All Gilad had to say about it was "How ugly."
It became apparent to Marius that this was also Gilad's first time visiting the Wunpaw tribe. Gilad had mentioned that he had served as an ambassador many times, but Marius was somewhat eager to see him in action. The plan had been laid out in great detail and recited to Marius like it were a lesson until he could recite it back. While it was semi-flexible, the plan had no room for any large mess-up. Not when an entire population of creatures was depending on success.
An armed pair of guards took Marius and Gilad inside the longhouse. It was ornate. A bit shorter than all of the other longhouses, but unlike them, which housed up to a score of creatures, this one only housed the royal family. Marius glanced about at the various silks, jewelry boxes and, presumably ceremonial, ornate spears and javelins hanging from the walls or stacked together, their bases disappearing into a wide, golden vase on the ground. Painted tapestries of otters lined either wall wherever there was space. Below them were names like
Piketooth,
Kora,
Coreen, and
Mearann. Each of them seemed to be portrayed either with a family, or with the body of a pike.
"These must have been rulers." Said Marius, softly as if he did not want to wake somebeast.
"It appears so." Said Gilad, "The Wunpaw are a tribe whose history traces back many generations. They are very proud of their ancestry."
As the two approached the second half of the longhouse, there was a curtained rod that hung across the width of the room. Through a diaphanous veil, Gilad and Marius could see a throne of sorts with a shadowed figure situated upon it. It seemed that Prince Ohanko had claimed the family longhouse as his own and sat on the throne of the River King, despite himself still being only prince.
"Wait here." Said the first guard. Both the first and second guards were big creatures, though even still they could not match Marius' height nor width. Only the Badger Lord had done that. As the first guard disappeared behind the curtain and began to speak to Prince Ohanko, Marius could feel the eyes of the second guard upon him. He turned to look at the guard, looked at their spear, looked back at them and nodded. The second guard gripped their spear harder and shifted their gaze to Gilad, who was considerably less of a giant. Considerably less like a beast who could probably snap the spear and use it as a toothpick after a meal, or close their paw around a loaf of bread and say, 'guess what I've got in my fist.'
The curtain moved, and the first guard reemerged. The second guard looked relieved. "Prince Ohanko will see you now. Ah, ah, ah, stop. He will see you one at a time."
Gilad looked upset, "We are both here as ambassadors, we request to see Prince Ohanko together."
"Prince Ohanko is not very concerned with your personal agenda. You should count yourself lucky that he is willing to entertain a hearing at all. He is only doing so out of respect for the Badger Lord you come from."
If Gilad wanted to argue further, he did not show it. Rather, the hare straightened his uniform and nodded to the guard. "I will go in first, then. Marius, you wait here until I'm finished. If he will not hear from me, I'll need you to talk to him. Let's hope it does not come to that. I am a bit more used to this than you are."
Marius nodded, and with that he saw Gilad disappear behind the curtain to the throne with the first guard again. With a sigh, Marius gently rested his head against the curtain rod and massaged the corners of his eyes with his paw. Above the curtain was simply another, thicker curtain hanging from the ceiling and so he could not see into the throne room. Meanwhile, the second guard did not tell him not to lean on the curtain rod. He had never
had to tell beasts not to lean on the curtain rod because nobeast had been tall enough to lean on the curtain rod! A sense of injustice welled up inside the second guard that he had to be the one left with the giant. After all,
he was the senior to the first guard. His thoughts turned to all of the imaginary scenarios and arguments he could have with that first guard, each of which undoubtedly seeing himself prevail over his peer. Perhaps it would get him recognized by the royals somehow? Even get him promoted. Captain of the guards? He could finally win over Dorthea's heart, whom did not know he even existed and... and so the second guard occupied himself. Marius, however, was occupying himself by listening to Gilad's conversation with Prince Ohanko.
"Hello, Prince Ohanko." Here Marius imagined that Gilad was bowing respectfully, sweeping off his cap as he did so and leaving it off. "My name is Gilad Gower. I am here as an ambassador of Lord Barbourn of Salamandastron, along with my associate, an otter, Marius of the Western Mountains, who is waiting behind the curtain. My associate and I have come here to facilitate the negotiation of a peace between you and your brother, Prince Ahote –"
"Do
not mention that urchin's name, here! He is not my brother. He is a traitor – a slanderous toad of a creature who is trying to do away with me by hiding behind his supporters," said Prince Ohanko. Marius thought the voice sounded shrill, like that of a young pup shouting back at the parent who was trying to explain the concept of sharing.
Gilad waited a short beat before he continued. Marius imagined that, while taken aback, the hare did not hint at a smile nor a frown, and that he bowed again – this time with only a tip of his head. "My sincerest apologies, Prince Ohanko. It is not my desire to create tension, only help in dissolving it. You see, I am here as a friend to help you and... the one who also claims to be heir to the throne settle a peaceful agreement and see to it that the Wunpaw monarchy is restored."
Prince Ohanko, who Marius imagined was lounging sideways on the throne of his now deceased father, a tapestry of the late king and his family behind him, where the painted face of a younger Prince Ahote had been cut out some months prior in a fit of anger, then replied, "I know what you're here as. You have instructions just to get an answer – set up the Wunpaw with a ruler – it doesn't matter who that ruler is, does it? Don't answer that. I'll answer it for you: no. Because as soon as you get that ruler crowned king, you can prance back out of here and back to the mountain, never having to deal with the consequences of your choice. You're not even an otter. You don't
think like an otter, you think like a hare."
"Prince Ohanko, with all due respect, I –"
"Don't interrupt me, I'm not done talking to you. You can't waltz into a tribal issue, one that has more depth to it than you know, and expect to throw an answer at me that you, an outsider, are going to make a decision for all of us and then leave."
"Prince Ohanko, we are not here to make a decision only facilitate the –"
"Do.
Not. Interrupt. Me. Heh, what is it with you creatures? What, you think you own the Wunpaw? Does your Badger Lord think he owns the Wunpaw? No, nobeast but the River King owns the Wunpaw. And
I deserve to be River King.
Me!" Marius did not like how this conversation was going. It had hardly been two minutes and things were already hostile. Perhaps Prince Ohanko had been anticipating some ambassadors to come?
Gilad seemed to be trying his best to diffuse the conversation. It had been a very long walk to the Wunpaw tribe. It would be a shame to be turned away as soon as they had arrived. "You are correct in inferring that I, a hare of Salamandastron, should not be making the choice of who becomes River King, Prince Ohanko."
"Of course I'm correct! I live here. I'm
heir to the throne."
"Very respectfully, sir – I cannot stress that enough – my associate and I are not here to make nor influence a decision of who becomes the next River King. It is my full understanding, as it is my associate's and Badger Lord Barbourn's full understanding, that the decision of the River King in this matter is one that comes from within the tribe of the Wunpaw only. Would you agree so far?" Marius thought he could hear Prince Ohanko snort. After a beat of silence, where Marius presumed Prince Ohanko gestured to Gilad to continue, he kept on. "My purpose, and my associate's purpose of being here is only to serve. We would like to serve you and the creatures under you by setting up a meeting of the tribe elders, as well as yourself and the one who also claims to be heir to the throne, in which a civil discussion may take place. One that, conducted only by those who your tradition dictates should be involved with the decision-making process – not one influenced by myself nor my associate – will decide how the Wunpaw will continue to rule. A peaceful transition of power from the late River King Sirus."
"Seasons bless him." Murmured the guards.
"Seasons bless him," added Gilad before continuing slowly. Not too slowly as to insult Prince Ohanko, but slow enough so that each word could be listened to individually before the next one came. "A peaceful transition of power from him to the next ruler of the Wunpaw. A mind for peace is all we ask for, for it directly affects the lives of many, both in and out of the tribe of the Wunpaw. Without the Wunpaw Tributary to feed the River Moss, the whole region west of here along the river is suffering. Will you help in restoring peace to the region and let us serve you and your tribe, Prince Ohanko?" Marius imagined Gilad to be bowing here. It seemed appropriate, especially for one who was trying to influence through sheer good will.
Prince Ohanko waited before responding, presumably to keep Gilad in his final, sweeping bow and make the hare feel like there was power over him. "Have you already spoken to that slanderous wretch about this?"
"Nobeast but you, Prince, Ohanko. You are the first and only we have spoken to of this."
"Well, good answer." Prince Ohanko paused for a beat. "I will agree to attending a meeting of the elders and the traitor. Now, leave me. Your associate can go, too. Do not come back to me until you are ready to ask which day I would like to have the meeting."
"Thank you, Prince Ohanko. You are wise beyond your seasons." As Gilad turned and began to make his way out of the throne room, he was stopped by Prince Ohanko's voice,
"Oh, one more thing, errand-beast of Barbourn."
Gilad turned about to face the Prince again. "Yes, sir?"
"If I find that you cross me, or I have
any reason to believe – even the smallest inkling of a feeling – that you or your associate are working against me, it will not bode well for you. My guards and their spears will see to that. Is that understood?"
Marius looked down at the guard, who had been standing by him behind the curtain. For a while, it seemed like the guard had been daydreaming. But with the last of Prince Ohanko's remarks, they seemed to snap back to reality. They stared up at Marius, eyes somewhere between awkward embarrassment and complete terror.
"Message received, loud and clear, Prince Ohanko." Came Gilad's voice, rich and polite as ever.
Marius looked at the guard, looked at the spear, looked at the guard again and nodded, just like he had done when he had arrived. The guard gulped.
~oOo~
Gilad Gower and Marius took their leave from the longhouse. Gilad took out a kerchief and dabbed it on his forehead. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought, Marius."
"The guards did not seem too enthusiastic about killing us with spears."
Gilad laughed. It was a heavy, rich laugh. "I don't suppose you had any influence on that?" Marius said nothing, but Gilad would have sworn that he saw the giant stow away a grin that was creeping across his lips. "Yes, these beasts seem to be a bit stubborn, but that is how diplomacy works, my giant friend. It's fought with brain power! Come on now, there's still plenty of daylight left for us. Perhaps we can find Prince, er..."
"The slanderous toad?"
"Well, I suppose that is one thing to call him."
"I'm sure this side of the riverbed would accept other names."
"Yes, I'm sure, but none of them any better."
"I did not think only one of us would be allowed to speak with Prince Ohanko."
"Nor did I, my giant friend. Though I dare not speak about it, lest my tongue betray me whilst his supporters are nearby. Remember, our only mission is to facilitate the Wunpaw making their own decision. We shall have no part in the decision itself! Before we move over to the South bank, I want to gain a bit more of an understanding on the situation as a whole. We can start by asking around a bit and see what creatures tell us. We may find something useful."
Contrary to Gilad's optimism, the pair did not find much useful information at all, save for one suggestion. A very young-looking otter maid named Fiona, whom the two talked with for some time, learned of the pair's mission to set up a meeting between the two princes. She exclaimed, "Oh, that's just what the tribe needs! But where will you hold it? On the North bank or the South? You cannot expect the royal highnesses to cooperate with one another and meet on enemy territory, surely."
Gilad thought about this for a moment, running his paw over his small beard as he did. Marius chimed in. "Perhaps we could hold the meeting away from the camp? That way, it would remove any emotions that may arise from meeting one place or another."
Gilad nodded in agreement but the otter maid, Fiona, interjected, "No, that won't do. The two princes would only bicker more if the place was slightly to the North or South and this or that. Really, they will find
anything to argue about. If only there was a way to allow both princes to stay on their respective territories while still meeting with one another..." Here Fiona paused and put on a face that showed she was deep in thought.
"What, ho! That's just the thing. What if we had the meeting in the riverbed? We could get a table large enough to span across the very middle of the North and South side of the river and the two could meet there. Rather symbolic of a compromise, too, meeting in the middle," said Gilad. And so, it was decided that when the time came to propose a location for the meeting, the ambassadors from Salamandastron would suggest the center of the riverbed.
"Well, I don't think I could have thought of
that," said Fiona, perfectly convincingly, "But I suppose that's why the Badger Lord chose you to help solve the case. I think the middle of the river would be the most perfect spot to hold such a thing!" And with a giggle, the young otter maid was gone, leaving the two ambassadors to continue their walk around the North bank settlement.
Save for the kind otter maid, everybeast on the North bank seemed to convey the same, sour and stubborn attitude towards the selection of the new River King, the dam, the elders and the two heirs. Gilad and Marius were, however, able to obtain a familiar understanding of the Wunpaw's layout on the North bank.
The North bank's layout seemed scattered. Longhouses were not very close together, but spread and oriented mostly with the personal taste of whoever was the founding member. They varied in size from about fifteen paces long to nearly forty paces at the longest, and always about ten paces wide. Food appeared to be plentiful, water was obtained from the river behind the dam, health was fair, shelters were warm and appeared well-constructed. Everything about the settlement suggested a fruitful life for all. It was only by talking to creatures and observing the irritable expressions everybeast wore that one could understand that the whole place was on the brink of war. They were sure to talk to as many creatures as possible. More than a few began to dismiss Gilad until they saw he was with Marius. Some also did not seem to shut up. More than once, the two ambassadors struggled to stop beasts from talking too much and monopolizing their time. Above all, one thing was clear: the Wunpaw greatly valued their traditions and they were a very proud and passionate community.
It was nearly the middle of the afternoon when Gilad had them both walk out of the settlement and head west to see the dam. It was most certainly ugly. It was also guarded by otters on each side of the river. Together, the pair looked at the thing (for despite being rushed and awkwardly built, it was absolutely a feat of engineering). A guard stood very near to them. "It's for your safety," he assured them, "Can't have beasts wandering around and playing on the dam." Did he think they were babes?
Gilad started talking about the structure to Marius, how it worked and where its forces were distributed to counteract the force of the river. The guard stood by and nodded his head in agreement, intently listening to the hare's ramblings. Marius' mind, however, was in a different place. His eyes stared at the dam, that beast of a structure, and his eyelids began to feel heavy. It was strange – he did not feel tired. He remained conscious of the two next to him but felt himself sitting in a void. The voice spoke to him in a whisper, as if trying to not let Gilad and the guard hear it,
There, three traitors, now two,
Two creatures who came together.
'the brats must go, the dam must, too.
The tribe shall be born anew!'
A mind for peace, blood stained paws,
Avoid the water's powerful jaws!
Hearken to the name of the Wunpaw!
Colossus! Know your time is growing near!
The smell of dirt and mud, probably from the riverbed nearby, and the scent of food being prepared at the nearby settlement drifted into the otter's nostrils. It was a warm, serene feeling and Marius did not know how long he felt himself there in the void when suddenly there came the noise of a crash again and he felt himself get pulled into reality, stumbling backward. Marius gasped and shuttered awake, only just catching his balance. "Marius, let's go!" said Gilad, then in amazement, "Were you
sleeping?! Of all the times to do it, you choose
now? Come on. I think there's trouble back in the village, can you hear it?" Marius checked to see if he was all right; nothing appeared out of place. He did not remember anything of what had just happened – perhaps he was more tired than he thought?
Gilad and Marius hurried back, fearful that a war had broken out. But when they got there, the noise had died down. Gilad found an old-looking otter who was sitting on a stump and whittling a fishing spear. "What was all that noise about? Is everybeast alright?" asked Marius. The otter looked up at him and her eyes widened,
"My, you're a big fellow, ain't ya! Wasn't anythin' important. Somebeast left to go over to the South bank. This bank was just sayin' goodbye to them with a volley o' mud and stones. The other bank did the same – don't think they're too interested in havin' a North bank otter on their side! Hah, serves th' deserter right! Are y'all new here?"
Gilad gave a nod to Marius to continue the conversation. "We're, uh, ambassadors from Salamandastron. We're here to set up a peace deal with Prince Ohanko and Prince Ahote."
The old otter looked at Marius perplexed. "
You are negotiating the peace? A beast that's never lived here before? That doesn't know our traditions and our ways? It doesn't matter how handsome and tall you are, honey, you don't have business here doin' that!"
Here Gilad jumped in, "What my colleague means to say is that we are here to facilitate the negotiation. The choice is that of the Wunpaw's, only. All we are sent here for is to serve the tribe by making any arrangements necessary for negotiations to take place."
"Hm."
"So... what exactly happened to the otter who was crossing the riverbed? Did they make it to the other side?" Asked Marius.
"Nope."
"So then they are still on this bank."
"Nuh-uh. Neither."
"Great seasons, are they still in the riverbed?" said Gilad.
"Probably, though some ways downstream. They'll have to hike on downstream a while, climb onto whatever bank they want to go to, an' then sneak back into the camp when nobeast is looking. So many idiots think they can just walk between banks like they're open. Be on the North bank one day an' the South bank the next. It doesn't work like that, ya see. It's more complicated."
The pair thanked the otter lady for the advice and took their leave.
"Be careful what you tell others, Marius. Think your words through before you say them – that could have gotten us into a pinch if she thought we were trying to make a choice for the tribe."
Marius looked slightly crestfallen. "Sorry, mate."
The hare patted his friend's back gently, as high as he could reach. "Don't worry, there. You'll get the hang of it. It's a good thing that you're here. Beasts seem to like you a bit more than me. Anyway, I suppose it would be wise to follow that otter's advice and hike out. We can camp downstream and come back to the Southern bank in the morning. It's quite a bit of a hassle just to talk to somebeast, but I suppose it would certainly beat crossing in all of this."
Marius, however, remained unconvinced. "I think we could do it."
"I'm sorry?"
"Cross the riverbed. We're ambassadors. We shouldn't have to hike out and come back in a day later. They'll see you're a hare and know that makes you an ambassador of Lord Barbourn. If they hurt you, they're insulting a power much stronger than one hare."
Gilad felt a twinge of pride but concealed it. "and what of you?"
Marius looked down at Gilad. The hare might as well have been a dwarf. "Would you throw rocks at me?"
"Our job is not to taunt the Wunpaw, Marius. Our job is to facilitate a peace talk."
"Trust me, this will save us a day."
~oOo~
Marius and Gilad stood side-by-side at the very edge of the North riverbank. Together, they looked out across to the opposite side. "Well, here goes nothing," said Marius, and he began to descend the steep bank. Gilad hesitated and looked behind himself, back at the settlement on the North bank. Merely by chance, he saw the inside of a longhouse a way off. Toward the back, there was an otter hastily draping a large cloth over what appeared to be a stack of arms. The hare wanted to curse; crossing the river this way really was the only option. If the inhabitants of the Wunpaw were already stockpiling weapons, there certainly was not time for a leisurely stroll downriver to a convenient crossing.
Dirt and stones tumbled beneath the ambassadors' footpaws. Their only savior from an uncontrollable slide all the way down the bank was the occasional, outward-jutting tree root to step on and stall their descent.
"Hey! Traitors, where do you think you're going?" A lone otter was shouting from the bank not far above them. Gilad felt a sweat break out on the back of his neck and his hair began to prickle. But no further shouts came from the beast. What Gilad had not seen was the look Marius gave the heckler that seemed to say, 'If you throw one stone at me, I will break you like a twig.' Evidently, this was enough for the heckler to back off and try to prove themselves when some other creature – any other creature – was trying to cross the riverbed.
Marius' hard stare bought the two of them some time. But even so, that was something which ran out. Things began to get heated when Marius and Gilad were approaching the midway point of the riverbed. Gilad was terrified. Though this was ultimately something that worked in his favor, for his body became stiff as a board and exactly how a drill instructor would want a Salamandastron hare to march, and he began to wonder if that was the reason such a stiff march was always encouraged in training. The enemy would never be able to tell that the regiment was simply scared out of their wits.
A few stones began to fly from both banks, as did clumps of dirt and mud, though all of them fell short of the pair. The river was wide where the Wunpaw were situated. Shouts began to pour out at them, the two creatures walking together. "This was a mistake, Marius. A grave, grave mistake. Even if we get to the other side of the river, what makes you think that they'll want to listen to us now?"
A paw-sized stone, thrown by an otter on the North bank with an exceptionally good arm, finally found a mark beyond all the other projectiles that had fallen short, and struck Gilad's back. A soft "Oof!" escaped the hare's chest, but he kept his mouth shut and his head forward. Marius was not impressed. He was anything but impressed. Whirling about in the center of the riverbed, Marius stood up to his full height and roared at the North bank. His voice carried like thunder.
"Rrraaaaaaaagggggghhhh! You throw stones and mud at us, but which one of you wants to walk down here and face me, one-to-one. I will let you tie one paw behind my back – tie them both if you want! I'll still crush you like a bug!"
Gilad went up in a fluster. All the work they were trying to accomplish, everybeast they had spoken to that day and all the hope of a meeting between the princes was melting away with every word from the giant otter's lips. Challenging the otters to a duel, was he mad?! "Marius, Marius for the sake of all that is good, shut your mouth! Have you forgotten entirely why it is we're here?!"
"Are you just going to take it like some coward? They're throwing things at us!"
"I bloody well know they're throwing things at us but you're the one doing damage, here! Stow that aggressive garbage you're spewing. Repeat what I say to them; I'll fix this for us, you great, big oaf!"
The otters on the bank, who had been murmuring to themselves since the giant first roared at them, were beginning to build up their courage again when the giant started speaking once more. "Stop throwing stones. Stop throwing mud and sticks. Can't you see that we are not of the Wunpaw? That we are here to serve you? I am Marius of the Western Mountains and this is Gilad Gower of Salamandastron. We are ambassadors sent on behalf of Lord Barbourn to serve the Wunpaw community – both the North bank and the South bank. We come with minds for only peace, so let us walk between banks in such a manner. Nobeast should have to be hurt or have things thrown at them, and as ambassadors from Salamandastron, any attack on us shall be taken as an attack on the badger lord himself. Let us walk freely, we are of no threat to you."
Gilad had Marius repeat the message a second time, now facing the South bank, before proceeding forward. Perhaps because of Gilad's words to the Wunpaw through Marius, or perhaps because of Marius' sheer size, and in what entirely defied all expectations of previous events, the otters on the South bank stood down, albeit reluctantly.
A little less reluctantly, the otters on the South bank did not quite welcome the pair. The otters kept their distances from Marius and Gilad, almost frightened by the presence of the two. For nobeast wanted them there, but to tell them to go and bring the wrath of the badger lord and his hundreds of stalwarts upon them? It was better not to chance it. Many of the Wunpaw had never even seen a badger before. But to know that it commanded a beast as large as Marius was enough to dissuade any further abuse from the population.
Gilad was furious with Marius and, taking the first opportunity he had on the South bank and using the wide berth he and Marius were given to their advantage, the he pulled Marius aside. "What the bloody hell was that? Are you trying to sabotage this mission?! Have you forgotten altogether just how many lives depend on our success here? It is not just the lives of the Wunpaw, Marius. It's the lives of the creatures who depend on the lower River Moss for their way of life: farmers who use its water and depend on it flooding each year to make the soil rich; shrews who use the waterways as their homes and row up and down the rivers; other river otter holts that are growing and need space and water to sustain; bird societies that eat the fish; even the Long Patrol who use this river as a quick means of navigating into the deeper parts of Mossflower to deliver help to other creatures in need!
"Gah! I cannot
believe I let you talk me into doing that.
Me! This mission is important, Marius. Very, very important and I cannot have you setting off a chain reaction by threatening to
beat the opposition into submission! I don't care if you thought it was the right thing to do, these otters don't all know how badly they need our help yet so please don't get in our way."
The giant otter said nothing, but it was certain that he was frustrated. For his brow lowered and his lip snarled and, had it not been for the deal Marius had made with Lord Barbourn for the life of Orfeo the Contraptionist, he would have walked away from it all right then and there. But not before striking out at Gilad. This pompous, bombastic fool who would not be standing on the Southern bank in one piece had it not been for him!
As the hare went on, a ringing slowly began to sound in Marius' ear. Strangely, Marius thought he heard a second voice speaking to him through it.
"Still yourself, Colossus! The hare's arrogance will catch up to him someday and be content with that. Do not let your anger come out here!" And while the ringing words from the unseen voice came and went through Marius' mind, and he had no recollection of them once they had passed, he somehow kept his anger in check with the hare. And despite his greatest urges to do otherwise he kept his silence and kept still, too. As if on cue, Gilad's tone changed.
"Listen, my friend, I'm sorry for calling you an oaf. I know you're no oaf – I've seen you fight and you're using your strengths. Strengths like that are good for saving the 15th Scout Patrol and fighting Sazaar, but not easing tensions. I am a creature of words, that's where my strengths lie. You will never see me on a battlefield and that's fine because I am being used how I should be used: diffusing conflicts before they happen. Words are not your forte, Marius. Fighting is not mine. This is a strange situation, however. And you did get us across the river a day quicker than I would have. Perhaps... perhaps we could meet each other halfway." Here Gilad held out his paw. "What do you say, friend? A compromise?"
Marius, his boiling temper brought back down with the hare's sudden humility, fully wrapped his paw around Gilad's. "A compromise." He said.
~oOo~
It was a serious challenge getting a hearing with Prince Ahote, much more challenging than that of seeing Prince Ohanko. The first time Marius and Gilad approached Ahote's longhouse – the same afternoon they had crossed the riverbed – the guards turned them away, claiming that his royal highness was not seeing anybeast that day ("especially any fools from that treasonous wretch's ranks"). Despite Gilad's best tactics to maneuver the situation, it was no use and the pair were forced to occupy their time elsewhere for the remainder of the day. Together, they made their way about the camp and talked to whoever was willing enough to converse. It was Marius' size alone that was making the otters talk, or so Gilad suspected, for they almost never even acknowledged the hare on the South bank.
The following morning, after having spent the night sleeping in the forest away from the camp as a precaution, Marius and Gilad arrived at Prince Ahote's longhouse and once more asked for a hearing. "Come back tomorrow, Prince Ahote is aware you are here, but is not yet willing to speak with you." Said the guard.
"Well when can we expect him to change his mind, then?" Persisted Gilad, hat in paw and leaning in eagerly.
The otter guard stared straight ahead, not looking at Gilad and certainly not looking at the hulking frame of the giant in front of them. "Whenever he tells us he is ready," said the first guard.
"And not a moment sooner," chimed in the second guard.
Gilad and Marius complied and so the day was spent on the South bank meandering about. Though tensions were beginning to ease on the two outsiders and creatures moved about as if they were just another pair of otters in the tribe by midafternoon. In one pleasant conversation with a young father and his pups, Gilad and Marius were offered a place to stay in a longhouse. It seemed like a kind gesture and the two agreed, though Marius soon found himself to be the center of the little pups' attention and, much to his consternation, seemingly a live playground for them to try to summit. The night was no better, as no sooner did everybeast lay down for bed than did the sound of a dozen snores fill Marius' ears. He sat awake with bloodshot eyes, willing with all his might that the tiny snores would somehow collectively cease. They did not.
By the time the dawn came, Marius finally was finding himself settling down to sleep when Gilad woke him. After a hasty breakfast, of which the giant otter could not even remember what he had eaten, he was so tired, the pair made their ways over to the longhouse of Prince Ahote for a third time.
"Prince Ahote will see you today, though he asks that you wait here until he is ready to meet you."
Gilad was overjoyed. Together he and Marius waited, standing outside the longhouse for an hour... then two, then three and four. By the time noon came, the pair was sitting on the ground, stomachs gurgling and eyes weary from waiting in the sun for so long. It was easier for the guards, who were on rotation every hour and were given time to rest in Prince Ahote's longhouse. Gilad struggled in his stifling parade uniform that he had to wear. It was certainly a hot day. The hare shook Marius awake, who was dozing off quietly, "Come on, mate, I don't think the prince is going to see us for another ten minutes. Let's slip away for a bite to eat and come back quickly."
"Prince Ahote said it will not be long, now!" said one guard.
"Yes, we advise that you wait here. 't won't be much longer," said the second.
Reluctantly, Gilad and Marius agreed. Slowly, the day wore on. The pair grew thirsty, but were kept to their positions without moving, under the constant reassurance from the guards that it was 'only a few more minutes' or 'he is almost ready to see you, he is just finishing up some business'.
By the time the mid afternoon had come and gone, Gilad's patience was wearing thin. He stood up and once more approached the guards. "May I ask what is taking Prince Ahote so long to prepare for us? Does he not know the gravity of our business here as ambassadors? Would he keep Lord Barbourn waiting this long? I should certainly hope not...! Well?"
A whisper came from behind the curtain to the longhouse and there was silence. Then, after a beat, the first guard spoke, "Prince Ahote is away on a fishing trip and will not be back until tomorrow. Please come back then."
Marius watched from a sitting position as Gilad gawked in disbelief at the guard, whose eyes looked straight over the hare's head as if he was not there. "Gone? But you told us earlier he would see us – that he was here! The Prince never left. We've been sitting right here all day!"
"I am sorry, Mr. Cower..."
"It's
Gower!"
"... He is not here. He is away on a fishing trip and will not be back until tomorrow."
Marius continued to watch on, himself getting quite frustrated at the insincerity of it all, but remaining seated. He could see movement from behind the curtain leading into the longhouse. There was no doubt that the Prince was toying with them. Gilad looked fit to explode. "Is this how you would treat Lord Barbourn if he was here instead of me? We have been asking for an audience with Prince Ahote for three days now – I will not be turned away because he has had some change in his mood."
The guard said nothing in reply, but when Gilad went to persist further, both guards lowered their spears at the hare. Marius got to his feet. "Listen, mate. I ain't lettin' you in. I get my orders straight from Prince Ahote, an' if he says he's on a fishing trip, he's on a fishing trip! Come back tomorrow or we shall
escort you from the premises."
Gilad stood his ground. "Never, in all my seasons as ambassador of the Badger Lord of Salamandastron, has any creature greeted me with such a lack of honor. Does Prince Ahote not realize that this problem is one which affects more than –" Gilad did not finish his sentence, the second guard caught him across the cheek with a thwack of their spear butt. The hare toppled over, completely caught by surprise.
Forced onto all fours, Gilad placed a paw to his lip and pulled it away, bloodied. He went to grab his hat from the ground, but it was pinned down in the dirt by a spear butt. He looked up, amazed at what was happening more than anything else, and gaped at the two guards who leaned in closely. "Come back tomorrow, or we shall escort you from the premises. If Prince Ahote wants to speak with you, he'll speak with you." Gilad's hat was released, and he scrambled upright.
Swatting at his hat to remove the dirt, he looked both otters square in the eye, "You have struck a blow to an ambassador who has come peacefully into your tribe and so you have struck Lord Barbourn as well." As if on cue, the guards felt a cool shadow fall over them. Without looking backward, Gilad knew the shadow was Marius. "Marius, I do not take this lightly – please know that I am telling the truth when I say that – but I think that the time has come for our compromise to come into action. I have done all that I can and now I am relying on you to do your part."
Marius wordlessly stepped around and placed himself between Gilad and the two guards. They held their spears almost perfectly upright to reach the giant's neck. Slowly, the otter placed one paw on each of their shoulders, then leaned forward slightly, almost into the ends of the spears. "Go ahead, stick me with your spears," he said almost soothingly, "But before you do it, ask yourself this: do you really think that it would stop me?" He squeezed his paws tightly and could see both faces crumple in pain. But still they did not strike Marius. "Drop them," he half-whispered to them. The spears fell to the ground with two distinct thunks. "Now, you shall ask Prince Ahote if he will see us now – ah, ah, ah, and if you come back – stop whimpering – if you come back and tell me that he will not see us now, this will not please me. If your answer does not please me, I will pull your arms off. Is that understood? This is a problem much bigger than Prince Ahote, and any good ruler would agree to meet two ambassadors about it."
Thereafter, the meeting with Prince Ahote went off without a hitch. The rather chubby-looking Prince, who had been in his longhouse the entire time, agreed to the meeting. In fact, as the only records of the meeting in much later generations of the Wunpaw tribe would read:
"When The Colossus himself spoke to Prince Ahote, he was so enthused about setting up a meeting with his brother, Prince Ohanko, that he even insisted on meeting at Prince Ohanko's earliest convenience, and to provide a feast for the occasion."Gilad and Marius both left the longhouse that evening fit to burst with laughter. Meanwhile, a pale-faced Prince Ahote stayed behind in his longhouse, scared stiff by the things the giant had said.