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Subject: Riverstream's Tale: Part eight

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Riverstream Wildlough AA

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Date Posted: 00:58:55 09/19/07 Wed

"I," he said, recovering himself completely. " I had a dream, but it wasn't any ordernary dream marm" " What sort of dream was it?" Was the calm reply. " Martin the Warrior spoke to me. He spoke words to me, strange ones." " Really? Listen, go get Oakleaf the recorder and tell him to bring some parchment." " Right away. " The otter rushed off, and was back in a minute with a old squirrel with a particularliy bushy tail. " Here he is." Said Skipper. The squirrel marched straight up to the Abbess. " What do you want me for? A body could get awful cold on a morning like this." He muttered. " Listen Oakleaf, did you bring some parchment?" He whisked some out from behind his back. "Aye, I did. Something to write with to." "Good then listen to Skipper, he has something to say." She nodded to the otter, who cleared his throat and began to speak. "This morning Martin spoke to me. He said some words. This is wot he said,
Now tis' Spring,
soon tw'ill be Summer.
Watch for the running slave,
the young ottermaid.
The warrior will reveal itself,
in the time of need.
Silence fell on all who heard the otter chieftain's words.

By midday she reached the river Moss. Full with water and flowing neatly, it was a beatiful sight. She was staring at it in awe when she heard shouts and chanting. Wait! She had heard that sound before! The words were getting louder and clearer. " Goldenblade, Goldenblade! Death to his enemies!!" So they had found she was missing! She would have to take to the water and swim. She hesitated, but the sound growing closer made up her mind. She took a deep breath and slid into the water.

Goldenblade was furiuos. He had defeated Badclaw's forces but, one of those lavy slaves had escaped! It was the otter, the one with the goldstripe. He vowed what he would do to her when he got her under his paws. He urged his vermin on with shouts and blows. " Come on you lot, catch that otter!" They stopped on the bank of the river Moss. " Where is she?" Piped up one stoat.

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