Bigwig leapt to his feet.
'How long ago? How did it happen?'
'Just now. Moneywort came down to our burrow and told her to come up to Captain Chervil at once. I followed them up the run. When she got to Chervil's burrow, there were two Council police waiting just outside and one of them said to Chervil, "Well, as quick as you can, and don't be long." And then they took her straight out. They must have gone to the Council. Oh Thlayli, what shall we do? She'll tell them everything -'
'Listen to me,' said Bigwig. 'There's not a moment to lose. Go and get Thethuthinnang and the others and bring them up to this burrow. I shan't he here, but you must wait quietly until I come back. It won't be long. Quick now! Everything depends on it.'
Hyzenthlay had hardly disappeared down the run when Bigwig heard another rabbit approaching from the opposite direction.
'Who's there?' he said, turning swiftly.
'Chervil,' answered the other. 'I'm glad you're awake. Listen, Thlayli, there's going to be a whole lot of trouble. Nelthilta's been arrested by the Council. I was sure she would be, after my report to Vervain this morning. Whatever it was she was talking about, they'll get it out of her. I dare say the General will be here himself as soon as he knows what's what. Now look here, I've got to go over to the Council burrow at once. You and Avens are to stay here and get the sentries on duty immediately. There'll be no silflay and no one is to go outside for any reason whatever. All the holes are to be double-guarded. Now, you understand these orders, don't you?'
'Have you told Avens?'
'I haven't time to go looking for Avens; he's not in his burrow. Go and alert the sentries yourself. Send someone to find Avens and someone else to tell Bartsia that Blackavar won't be wanted this evening. Then sit on those holes - and the hraka holes too - with every sentry you've got. For all I know there may be some plot to make a break-out. We arrested Nelthilta as quietly as we could, but the Mark are bound to realize what's happened. If necessary you're to get rough, do you see? Now I'm off.'
'Right,' said Bigwig. 'I'll get busy at once.'
He followed Chervil to the top of the run. The sentry at the hole was Marjoram. As he stood clear to let Chervil pass, Bigwig came up behind him and looked out into the overcast.
'Did Chervil tell you?' he said. 'Silflay's early tonight, on account of the weather. The orders are that we're to get on with it at once.'
He waited for Marjoram's reply. If Chervil had already told him that no one was to go out, it would be necessary to fight him. But after a moment, Marjoram said, 'Have you heard any thunder yet?'
'Get on with it at once, I said,' answered Bigwig. 'Go down and get Blackavar and the escort up, and be quick, too. We'll need to get the Mark out immediately if they're to feed before the storm breaks.'
Marjoram went and Bigwig hurried back to his own burrow. Hyzenthlay had lost no time. Three or four does were crammed into the burrow itself and near-by, in a side run, Thethuthinnang was crouching with several more. All were silent and frightened and one or two were close to the stupefaction of terror.
'This is no time to go tharn,' said Bigwig. 'Your lives depend on doing as I say. Listen, now. Blackavar and the police guards will be up directly. Marjoram will probably come up behind them and you must find some excuse to keep him talking. Soon after, you'll hear fighting, because I'm going to attack the police guards. When you hear that, come up as fast as you can and follow me out into the field. Don't stop for anything.'
As he finished speaking, he heard the unmistakable sound of Blackavar and the guards approaching, Blackavar's weary, dragging gait was like that of no other rabbit. Without waiting for the does to reply, Bigwig returned to the mouth of the run. The three rabbits came up in single file, Bartsia leading.
'I'm afraid I've brought you up here for nothing,' said Bigwig. 'I've just been told that silflay's cancelled for this evening. Have a look outside and you'll see why.'
As Bartsia went to look out of the hole, Bigwig slipped quickly between him and Blackavar.
'Well, it looks very stormy, certainly,' said Bartsia, 'but I shouldn't have thought -'
'Now, Blackavar!' cried Bigwig, and leapt on Bartsia from behind.
Bartsia fell forwards out of the hole with Bigwig on top of him. He was not a member of the Owslafa for nothing and was reckoned a good fighter. As they rolled over on the ground, he turned his head and sunk his teeth in Bigwig's shoulder. He had been trained to get a grip at once and to hold it at all costs. More than once in the past this had served him well. But in fighting a rabbit of Bigwig's strength and courage it proved a mistake. His best chance would have been to keep clear and use his claws. He retained his hold like a dog and Bigwig, snarling, brought both his own back legs forward, sank his feet in Bartsia's side and then, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, forced himself upwards. He felt Bartsia's closed teeth come tearing out through his flesh and then he was standing above him as he fell back on the ground, kicking helplessly. Bigwig leapt clear. It was plain that Bartsia's haunch was injured. He struggled, but could not get up.
'Think yourself lucky,' said Bigwig, bleeding and cursing, 'that I don't kill you.'
Without waiting to see what Bartsia would do, he jumped back into the hole. He found Blackavar grappling with the other guard. Just beyond them, Hyzenthlay was coming up the run with Thethuthinnang behind her. Bigwig gave the guard a tremendous cuff on the side of the head, which knocked him clear across the run and into the prisoner's alcove. He picked himself up, panting, and stared at Bigwig without a word.
'Don't move,' said Bigwig. 'There'll be worse to come if you do. Blackavar, are you all right?'
'Yes, sir,' said Blackavar, 'but what do we do now?'
'Follow me,' said Bigwig, 'all of you. Come on!'
He led the way out again. There was no sign of Bartsia, but as he looked back to make sure that the others were following, he caught a glimpse of the astonished face of Avens peering out of the other hole.
'Captain Chervil wants you!' he called, and dashed away into the field.
As he reached the clump of thistles where he had spoken to Kehaar that morning, a long roll of thunder sounded from across the valley beyond. A few great, warm drops of rain were falling. Along the western horizon the lower clouds formed a single, purple mass, against which distant trees stood out minute and sharp. The upper edges rose into the light, a far land of wild mountains. Copper-coloured, weightless and motionless, they suggested a glassy fragility like that of frost. Surely, when the thunder struck them again they would vibrate, tremble and shatter, till warm shards, sharp as icicles, fell flashing down from the ruins. Racing through the ochre light, Bigwig was impelled by a frenzy of tension and energy. He did not feel the wound in his shoulder. The storm was his own. The storm would defeat Efrafa.