"But we're not in Efrafa now," said Groundsel. "We're in Vleflain and I'm the Chief Rabbit."
Before the bristling Campion could reply, Fiver spoke again.
"Let's break off for a bit now, shall we? I'd like to have a go at your dandelions, Groundsel. They smell first-rate, better than anything we've got up on the Down. Dandelions don't seem to favor the downs, somehow."
Taking Hazel with him, he moved off a little way along the bank, where the two remained in earnest talk for quite some time. When they had rejoined the others, Hazel at once said, "Campion-rah, how would you like to come and stay in our warren for a bit? You could do all the patrolling you liked, and we've got plenty of young rabbits who would jump at the chance of going out with you. I'm sure they'd all be much the better for it, once you'd settled in and got started."
Both Groundsel and Campion seemed taken aback. Neither made any reply, and Hazel went on: "I know one rabbit who'd be more than pleased to see you, and that's Bigwig. He's often spoken of you in the most admiring terms and wanted to know you better."
It was plain that Campion was not averse to the idea. As he remained silent, Fiver put in, "I'm sure they could find someone to look after Efrafa for a little while. Nothing like as good as you, of course, but if they did get into any sort of trouble, you could easily be back there in a day and a half. Kehaar could let you know at once if you were needed."
"Very well," replied Campion at last. "I shall be glad to come for a time. I should certainly like to meet Bigwig again--as a friend this time. But I think a lot of your younger rabbits are going to miss me, Groundsel. That's the plain truth."
"You could always lead one of your Wide Patrols down here and see them again," said Groundsel, half seriously. "It's not really all that far."
When Campion broke the news to his friends and admirers in Vleflain, there was much disappointment. Two of these, a pair named Loosestrife and Knapweed, begged Hazel to let them come too, and Groundsel made no objection.
They started next day and reached Watership without any trouble from elil. Hyzenthlay, although certainly taken by surprise, welcomed Campion and his followers, while Hazel allotted them a burrow for themselves. (It had been Flyairth's.)
Campion had the sense to begin in a small way, with short, easy Patrols, which Bluebell called "there and back." One of his first and keenest recruits was Sandwort, although Campion, when he had sized him up, said that he ought to restrict himself to undemanding work--for the time being at least. Bigwig, having joined in a long and exhausting Patrol into the country west of Beacon Hill, told Hazel and Fiver that Campion's leadership was impressive and, he thought, better than his own.
"Thank goodness they've taken to each other," said Fiver. "I was afraid they might not."
The first casualty occurred round about midsummer, when a doe named Lemista, having damaged her front paw, fell victim to a dog, which killed her before Campion could drive it off. Hazel was upset, but Bigwig, like Campion, regarded it as "the price to be paid." "Wherever that rabbit was doing his work, Hazel-rah," he said, "--and he does it very well--there'd be bound to be occasional casualties; and our rabbits are no different from any other rabbits."
"Oh, yes, they are," answered Hazel. "They're different when you know them personally." But he did nothing to check or change what Campion was doing; there was no general demand that he should do so. The younger rabbits admired Campion. He made no enemies. They considered him a unique asset to the warren. You were not really respected until you had done a few Patrols.
In the event, he stayed on until he became an accepted institution: a gaunt, gray rabbit somewhat given to entrusting Patrol leadership to his best and most reliable followers, although what every learner wanted was to be taught by him. "Anyone can do it once they've learned how," he used to say. "A lot of them can do it better than me." But it was not true, and his standards remained as exacting as ever.
For one quality in particular they all thought the world of him: he never carped. He never said the equivalent of "These young rabbits nowadays, they're not like we used to be." On the contrary, he was warm and full of encouraging praise for his youngsters. "But don't start thinking you're good," he would add. "It's not me, it's the elil who'll show you whether you're any good when you come across them. And you can't afford to be wrong. You realize that, don't you?"
He died on a Patrol, as he would have wished. One showery afternoon in April, out beyond Kingsclere, a Patrol he was leading encountered two wandering cats at close quarters. All five rabbits stood their ground, and there was a sharp tussle before the cats were g
lad enough to make their escape. Campion, however, was mortally wounded and died where he had fallen.
He, too, like Woundwort, in time became a legend. On dark, rainy evenings, if a benighted Patrol became lost and uncertain, a spirit of confidence would enter the leader's heart and guide them home. This they knew to be Captain Campion, onetime hero of Efrafa, but no less a hero to the rabbits of Watership Down.
Lapine Glossary
Efrafa The name of the warren founded by General Woundwort.
El-abrairab The rabbit folk hero. The name (Elil-hrair-rah) means "Enemies-Thousand-Prince"=the Prince with a Thousand Enemies.
Elil Enemies (of rabbits).
Embleer Stinking, e.g., the smell of a fox.
Flay Food, e.g., grass or other green fodder.
Flayrah Unusually good food, e.g., lettuce.
Frith The sun, personified as a god by rabbits. Frithrah! = the lord Sun--used as an exclamation.
Fu Inle After moonrise.
Hlessi A rabbit living aboveground, without a regular hole or warren. A wandering rabbit, living in the open. (Plural, hlessil.)
Hrair A great many; an uncountable number; any number over four. U Hrair=The Thousand (enemies).