Post by stonewall on Apr 14, 2008 20:10:36 GMT -5
The army of pigs had moved to a new location, much to the annoyance of Redwall Abbey. The swine now chad surrounded the old building, some taking refuge in the ditch, others watching the roads en masse, others clumped in large groups around the Abbey perimeter. Yet despite the appearance of getting ready to give battle, the First Corps was not attacking, nor indeed had it seen any great action since its arrival at Redwall.
Sprog watched as his scouts returned to their posts, having delivered their usual message of no activity on their respective fronts. The boar was annoyed. Surely Vomst had made his presence known by now? The General rubbed his forehead as if in pain. It had been a mistake to send the major. He probably had gone off on some half brained idea, probably got himself shot up. His orders had been to just attract attention and get the reported group of woodlanders to head in this direction; how could he screw that up? Yet no one had yet appeared, and all Sprog could do was wait.
He could see atop the Abbey walls that it was guarded well, so they at least had expected violence. The feint was working here, at least. They had exchanged brief words with the General, enough to set them on edge and to expect to be threatened. The boar had even told his pickets to let any messangers from the Abbey to get by safely, just incase they had a better chance of summoning the insurgents into one concentrated area than Vomst could.
The boar's headache didn't go away. He didn't like this, now that it got down to it. Too much was left up to chance, and worst of all, Sprog was left in the dark in so much information. Was Gargott nearby? Was Applegate even close? What had Vomst been up to? Were the insurgents coming as planned?
HE couldn't know. Only time could tell.
Sprog watched as his scouts returned to their posts, having delivered their usual message of no activity on their respective fronts. The boar was annoyed. Surely Vomst had made his presence known by now? The General rubbed his forehead as if in pain. It had been a mistake to send the major. He probably had gone off on some half brained idea, probably got himself shot up. His orders had been to just attract attention and get the reported group of woodlanders to head in this direction; how could he screw that up? Yet no one had yet appeared, and all Sprog could do was wait.
He could see atop the Abbey walls that it was guarded well, so they at least had expected violence. The feint was working here, at least. They had exchanged brief words with the General, enough to set them on edge and to expect to be threatened. The boar had even told his pickets to let any messangers from the Abbey to get by safely, just incase they had a better chance of summoning the insurgents into one concentrated area than Vomst could.
The boar's headache didn't go away. He didn't like this, now that it got down to it. Too much was left up to chance, and worst of all, Sprog was left in the dark in so much information. Was Gargott nearby? Was Applegate even close? What had Vomst been up to? Were the insurgents coming as planned?
HE couldn't know. Only time could tell.
