'I'm afraid it's a bad look-out, Hazel-rah,' replied Blackberry. 'It's true they're in trouble up at the top end. There's a lot of ground above us there and the roots will hold them up for a long time. But down this end it's easier for them. They're bound to dig through fairly soon. Then the roof will come in; and I can't see that we can do anything to stop them.'
Hazel could feel him trembling as he spoke. As the sounds of digging continued, he sensed fear spreading all through the burrow. 'They'll take us back to Efrafa,' whispered Vilthuril to Thethuthinnang. 'The warren police -'
'Be quiet,' said Hyzenthlay. 'The bucks aren't talking like that and why should we? I'd rather be here now, as we are, than never have left Efrafa.'
It was bravely said, but Hazel was not the only one who could tell her thoughts. Bigwig remembered the night in Efrafa when he had calmed her by talking of the high downs and the certainty of their escape. In the dark, he nuzzled Hazel's shoulder and pressed him over to one side of the wide burrow.
'Listen, Hazel,' he said, 'we're not finished yet. Not by a long way. When the roof breaks, they'll come down into this end of the Honeycomb. But we can get everybody back into the sleeping burrows behind and block the runs that lead to them. They'll be no better off.'
'Well, if we do that it'll last a bit longer,' said Hazel. 'But they'll soon be able to break into the sleeping burrows, once they're in here.'
'They'll find me there when they do,' said Bigwig, 'and one or two more besides. I shouldn't wonder if they didn't decide to go home.'
With a kind of wry envy, Hazel realized that Bigwig was actually looking forward to meeting the Efrafan assault. He knew he could fight and he meant to show it. He was not thinking of anything else. The hopelessness of their chances had no important place in his thoughts. Even the sound of the digging, clearer already, only set him thinking of the best way to sell his life as dearly as he could. But what else was there for any of them to do? At least Bigwig's preparations would keep the others busy and perhaps do something to dispel the silent fear that filled all the warren.
'You're quite right, Bigwig,' he said. 'Let's prepare a little reception. Will you tell Silver and the others what you want and get them started?'
As Bigwig began to explain his plan to Silver and Holly, Hazel sent Speedwell to the north end of the Honeycomb to listen to the digging and keep reporting what he could make out about its progress. As far as he could see, it would make little difference whether the roof-fall came there or in the centre, but at least he ought to try to show the others that he was keeping his wits about him.
'We can't break these walls down to stop the run between, Bigwig,' said Holly. 'They hold the roof up at this end, you know.'
'I know that,' answered Bigwig. 'We'll dig into the walls of the sleeping burrows behind. They'll need to be bigger anyway, if we're all going to get in there together. Then kick the loose earth back into the spaces between the columns. Stop the whole thing right up.'
Since he had come out of Efrafa Bigwig's standing was very high. Seeing him in good heart, the others set aside their fear as best they could and did as he told them, enlarging the burrows beyond the south end of the Honeycomb and piling up the soft earth in the entry runs until what had been a colonnade began to become a solid wall. It was during a pause in this work that Speedwell reported that the digging above the north end had stopped. Hazel went and crouched beside him, listening for some time. There was nothing to be heard. He went back to where Buckthorn sat guarding the foot of the single open run - Kehaar's run, as it was called.
'You know what's happened?' he said. 'They've realized they're all among the beech roots up there, so they've chucked it. They'll be going harder at the other end now.'
'I suppose so, Hazel-rah,' replied Buckthorn. After a little he said,' D'you remember the rats in the barn? We got out of that all right, didn't we? But I'm afraid we shan't get out of this. It's a pity, after all we've done together.'
'Yes, we shall,' said Hazel, with all the conviction he could muster. But he knew that if he stayed he would not be able to keep up the pretence. Buckthorn - a decent, straightforward fellow if ever there was one - where would he be by ni-Frith tomorrow? And he himself - where had he led them, with all his clever schemes? Had they come over the common, among the shining wires, through the thunderstorm, the culverts on the great river, to die at the claws of General Wound wort? It was not the death they deserved; it was not the right end of the clever track they had run. But what could stop Woundwort? What could save them now? Nothing, he knew - unless some tremendous blow were to fall upon the Efrafans from outside: and of that there was no chance. He turned away from Buckthorn.
Scratch, scratch: scratch, scratch came the sound of the digging above. Crossing the floor in the dark, Hazel found himself beside another rabbit, who was crouching silently on the near side of the new-piled wall. He stopped, sniffing. It was Fiver.
'Aren't you working?' he asked listlessly.
'No,' replied Fiver. 'I'm listening.'
'To the digging, you mean?'
'No, not the digging. There's something I'm trying to hear - something the others can't hear. Only I can't hear it either. But it's close. Deep. Leaf-drift, deep. I'm going away, Hazel - going away.'
His voice grew slow and drowsy. 'Falling. But it's cold. Cold.'
The air in the dark burrow was stifling. Hazel bent over Fiver, pushing the limp body with his nose.
'Cold,' muttered Fiver. 'How - how. How - how cold!'
There was a long silence.
'Fiver?' said Hazel. 'Fiver? Can you hear me?'
Suddenly a terrible sound broke from Fiver; a sound at which every rabbit in the warren leapt in dreadful fear; a sound that no rabbit had ever made, that no rabbit had the power to make. It was deep and utterly unnatural. The rabbits working on the far side of the wall crouched terrified. One of the does began to squeal.
'Dirty little beasts,' yelped Fiver. 'How - how dare you? Get out - out! Out - out!'
Bigwig burst through the piled earth, twitching and panting.
'In the name of Frith, stop him!' he gasped. 'They'll all go mad!'