The Golden Leaf Inn

Quest for the Name of Martin


Cast

Narrator
Kenlock
Feverfew
Tarran
Fiora

Installment #5: A touching moment with Kenlock

Narrator:
The moon hung, placed in the air by some celestial-sized hand, over the embers of the campfire of the Questors. Sleep came to a few, filled with the mouse's recent and plentiful cooking, but not to others...
Kenlock:
Kenlock stares at the glowing embers of the dying fire.
Tarran:
Tarran, meanwhile, was busy painting the faces of the sleeping questors with a handy box of oil paint.
Tarran:
They would be surprised when they woke up.
Tarran:
"Butterflies, yes, that's about right." muttered Tarran, moving on to Fiora.
Kenlock:
The otter gives an annoyed glance towards the mischievous mouse.
Fiora:
Hearing Tarran approach, Fiora wakes up and jumps away before Tarran can paint her face.
Tarran:
"Wanna help me paint th' other spiker's face?" whispers Tarran, to Fiora.
Fiora:
Feeling mischievous, Fiora nods.
Feverfew:
Feverfew, one of the handful of questors who had fallen asleep, is dreaming about Redwall. She smiles in her sleep and rolls over onto her own paw.
Feverfew:
"Owch!" She jumps upright and rubs where she poked herself.
Tarran:
"Drat, she's awake." says Tarran, disappointed.
Feverfew:
"I wish I had a nice, neat bed to sleep in, so I'd stop doin that..." she mutters sleepily.
Tarran:
"Go to sleep, little hog..." sings Tarran, quietly.
Kenlock:
"Grhnn..." Now annoyed by the other waking beasts, Kenlock stands up, and walks a few paces away from the others.
Kenlock:
The otter sits down on a stone, and sets his spear down on the ground lightly.
Feverfew:
She stretches and yawns, looking around at the others. "Wotsat?" she says, hearing Kenlock walking away.
Kenlock:
Kenlock draws his hammer from the loop on his belt and stares at it. The weapon reflects the light of the moon and the fire, giving it the appearance of being made of some priceless metal.
Tarran:
"Grr..." says Tarran. "She's never gonna fall asleep now."
Fiora:
Bored, Fiora falls asleep.
Feverfew:
"Sorry," she says, staring into the bushes after the otter, "but she has already."
Tarran:
"Mweh heh heh." says Tarran.
Tarran:
Tarran sneaks over to the sleeping hedgehog, and begins to paint a doughnut on her face.
Feverfew:
Feverfew looks around, annoyed that she can't sleep, and gazes off into space until the glare of the hammer catches her eye. Curious, she begins to walk away from the camp in Kenlock's direction.
Fiora:
Suddenly, the hedgehog wakes up to find Tarran standing over her with a paintbrush.
Tarran:
"Ahem." says Tarran, "I'll just go and clean these off, shall I?" He runs off in the direction of Kenlock's hammer.
Kenlock:
The otter slides his paw down the handle. His face is cold, and full of grief.
Kenlock:
"Who's there?" He asks the darkness, without taking his eyes away from the weapon.
Feverfew:
"Just me, mister Kenlock," answers Feverfew. "Your hammer looks pretty in the firelight."
Fiora:
Squinting into the darkness, Fiora sees Tarran running off. Realizing that he has painted her head, she starts chasing him.
Tarran:
Tarran runs into Feverfew's back, chaos ensues.
Tarran:
The mouse yells and runs backwards, clawing at the bits of his body that were unfortunate enough to encounter Feverfew.
Tarran:
"Aiee!" yells Tarran, quietly. So as not to wake the recently multi-colored sleepers.
Kenlock:
The otter is now getting annoyed again, but holds onto the weapon tightly--greatly trying not to loose his temper.
Feverfew:
"Sorry, Mister Kenlock," says Feverfew, wincing at the mouse in her back, "not just me. It seems I've been, ah, followed?"
Kenlock:
"It seems that way.. yes."
Tarran:
Continuing his backward dash, Tarran soon crashes into Fiora.
Fiora:
Fiora falls down, but quickly gets up when she sees that Tarran was the one who ran into her. "There you are, you mischievous little mouse!" she yells.
Tarran:
"Shh..." yells Tarran(which is difficult, try it). "You'll wake the others."
Kenlock:
"Well... Er... Do you, want something-- uh.. Feverfew was it?" Kenlock asks quietly.
Feverfew:
Feverfew curls into a ball, trying to help Tarran avoid her. " 'm sorry to disturb you, Mister Kenlock, but you see, everyone was asleep, and I don't like to be alone. Not at night, at least. I thought maybe I could just sit here?"
Tarran:
"Everyone was not asleep." winces Tarran, amid attempts to remove himself from between two hedgehogs.
Feverfew:
"You are a nobody, Tarran, and you woke up Fiora, so it doesn't count," Feverfew says with a grin.
Tarran:
"Hey!" squeak's Tarran, who is slightly uncomfortable.
Kenlock:
The otter's eyes move to the hedgehog. "Be my guest. Few people ever want my company, so I am always open to it," says the otter.
Kenlock:
"Have you always lived at the abbey, Feverfew?" Kenlock asks while ignoring the mouse.
Feverfew:
"Yessir," replies the young maid, wiggling out of Tarran's back.
Kenlock:
"That must be nice... Having a home; a place where you belong."
Kenlock:
"Do you have a family there?"
Feverfew:
"Just my mother. She went to Redwall just before I was born, after my papa died."
Kenlock:
"I'm sorry... My father, is also dead." Kenlock replies. "How did your father die?"
Feverfew:
"I dunno, sir, I never knew him, and Mama doesn't ever talk about him."
Feverfew:
"What about your father? Did you know him?"
Kenlock:
At that question, Kenlock looks away, and he sets the hammer down. "Yes... I knew him."
Feverfew:
She looks up at the otter, noting his expression. " 'm sorry, Mister Kenlock."
Kenlock:
"I suppose.. for you to understand, I must tell you the whole story. Will you listen? Perhaps, this will help us understand eachother better."
Feverfew:
"Of course!" The little hedgehog looks up at the otter, giving him her full attention.
Tarran:
Tarran doesn't. He has snuck around to Kenlock's tail, and has begun to paint it.
Kenlock:
Kenlock's eyes stare into space, and he takes no notice to Tarran as memory floods into his mind.
Kenlock:
"I lived with my father, Fenairelen, far to the east. I never knew my mother."
Kenlock:
"This was his weapon." The otter touches the hammer.
Tarran:
Tarran paints a pretty vine on Kenlock's tail, complete with thorns and flowers.
Feverfew:
Feverfew nods, admiring the hammer.
Kenlock:
"Back in those days, when I was young, everyday seemed like summer... Bright, and warm, and green. On one of those days, my father and I, went fishing. But, I, as I would often do, wandered away. I became lost, and for many hours I wandered, trying to find my way back."
Tarran:
Tarran paints a hammer on Kenlock's tail, a fish, and a compass on his masterpiece.
Kenlock:
"I saw smoke in the air, and I went to it. But before I got there, I was grabbed from behind, and stuffed into a sack."
Tarran:
Tarran adds a jolly campfire on the otter's tail.
Feverfew:
Feverfew, the perfectly melodramatic audience, gasps and looks frightened.
Kenlock:
"Some time later, I was dumped out. I looked around and found myself in the middle of a vermin camp. It was a scouting group of a large army, and they were preparing to head back to the main company."
Tarran:
Tarran painted a stunning likeness of Eroket on his living canvass.
Kenlock:
"But, as they were preparing to leave, I saw my father charging into the camp--his hammer swinging. He killed a couple, but they soon over powered him, and they took him captive as well. Once we were with the main company of vermin, they discussed what to do with us, and finally decided to execute us."
Tarran:
Tarran paints a set of handcuffs and a bent nail.
Tarran:
Tarran has now run out of room on the otter's tail, so he paints a noose on Kenlock's cloak.
Kenlock:
"My father, was first..." Kenlock says with a frown.
Tarran:
Tarran paints a river next to the noose.
Feverfew:
A tear courses down Feverfew's cheek.
Kenlock:
"I saw it all. They strangled him, a slow, painful, disgusting, horrible death! And I watched, watched as his body shook and jerked around in pain. Until atlast after is final death throes, with his neck stretched out, eyeballs gouging, he went still."
Tarran:
Tarran paints a tombstone.
Feverfew:
Her lip quivers and her voice shakes as she asks, "What did you do?"
Kenlock:
"Then... It was my turn. The noose was placed around my neck. I was about to die... But, there was a change of orders; they thought I would serve better as a slave than a corpse."
Tarran:
Tarran paints a whip trailing down Kenlock's leg.
Kenlock:
"I spent a long time as their slave. I grew up with them. One time, when an army of squirrels attacked us, I managed to free myself of the bonds."
Tarran:
Next to that on the cloak, he paints a picture of Weston, in a heroic pose.
Feverfew:
Feverfew looks questioningly at Tarran, then reverts her attention to Kenlock with a nod.
Kenlock:
"I should have run... But no, I took up a weapon and fought along side the vermin, my keepers... my enemies... my family...."
Tarran:
Tarran painted Eroket again, this time with his head not attached.
Kenlock:
"After the battle, the leader of the vermin army, Genagluck, made me a captain. He was amazed by my skills and wanted to teach me more."
Kenlock:
"He... became a father to me. And for a long time, I spent my life with those rats and ferrets, weasels and stoats. They became my brothers. I would fight with them and for them. That is where I learned all of my skills, and, most of my behavior I'm afraid." The otter half-grinned.
Feverfew:
She nods, mimicking his expression.
Tarran:
Tarran paints a picture of a sword, his sword, in fact. He is now running out of room on the cloak though, so he paints a half eaten sparrow on the back of the sleeve of Kenlock's shirt.
Kenlock:
"One day, Genagluck gave me the hammer of Fenairelen, my father. He thought, that I may want it." The smile disappears on Kenlock's face.
Feverfew:
Feverfew's eyes widen, and she jumps up.
Kenlock:
"Then... madness took me... I wanted revenge. The very next day, I took a dagger... And I-- I stabbed Genagluck in the back." His eyes begin to water.
Tarran:
Tarran paints a purple heart on Kenlock's other sleeve.
Kenlock:
"I don't know why I did that... In seeking revenge for my father's death, I killed the only other creature that had ever cared for me. So you see... both Fenairelen, and Genagluck, the only two creatures who cared for me, are both dead because of me."
Feverfew:
Feverfew winces and turns her face away, but sits down again.
Kenlock:
"I took his spear: a noble, beautiful weapon." Kenlock touches the spear sitting next to him. "And then, I left."
Feverfew:
"Where did you go? What did you you? Did they follow you?"
Tarran:
Tarran finds a place, and paints a prison on the cloak, and a spear next to that. His giant paintings of various objects now cover all the smooth, visible places on Kenlock's cloak.
Kenlock:
"Since then... I have wandered. I just recently found out that a bounty was placed on my head by Genagluck's brother. He wants the spear back, and he wants revenge...."
Kenlock:
"And that... is that." The otter stands up, and returns the hammer to it's place on his belt.
Tarran:
"You need a larger cloak, otter." says Tarran. "I've run out of room."
Feverfew:
Feverfew gazes up into Kenlock's eyes. "Thank you, Mister Kenlock."
Kenlock:
He picks up the spear, and paying no attention to Tarran, he steps off quickly. It isn't until a little later that Kenlock discovers the drawings all over him, and after washing it all off, Tarran finds a beating.