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Public Enemy Number Two

Whisker felt an icy chill run through his tail. ‘Thunderclaw came looking for you?’

Madam Pearl nodded gravely.

‘I was in a safe house in Applesworth, south-west of here,’ she explained. ‘General Thunderclaw and several hundred of his soldier crabs surrounded the premises at dusk. Without warning, they smashed through the ground floor windows and tore the place to shreds. If it wasn’t for the secret escape passage in the basement, I’d be in weasel heaven right now.’

‘How did they know where to find you?’ Whisker asked, confused. ‘Aren’t safe houses supposed to be safe?’

Madam Pearl gave him a wry smile. ‘If there’s one thing I’ve learnt as a fugitive, Whisker, it’s that safety has less to do with the roof over your head, than the price on your head. Five days ago, the bounty for my arrest jumped from one hundred gold coins to one thousand. With that kind of money up for grabs, I suddenly became the most wanted felon in Aladrya. Foolishly, I put my trust in a cherry-lipped cousin from Applesworth – but as they say in those parts, the sweetest looking apples often have rotten cores. After my narrow escape from Thunderclaw I made my way to this overgrown school cottage in Oakbridge –’

She looked down fondly at Emmie and added, ‘With friends I can trust.’

‘It’s no luxury penthouse,’ Mr Tribble admitted, pointing to the thin rope dangling from an open trapdoor in the ceiling, ‘but the loft is surprisingly comfortable and, as you have witnessed, Whisker, ideal for spying on intruders.’

‘Or dropping in on them unannounced,’ Whisker added under his breath.

‘We considered telling you about Madam Pearl’s arrival when we visited the Death Ball final yesterday,’ Mr Tribble said in defence, ‘but things got a little hectic after the match!’

‘I understand,’ Whisker said, taking a seat on Emmie’s bed. ‘It was a frantic day for all of us.’ He ran his fingers over the soft blanket, recalling the final events of the Pirate Cup. It seemed like an eternity ago since he’d stood on the victory podium, clutching the Trophy of Champions, and the signs of his exhausting escape from the crabs were beginning to show. His eyes were red, his tail twitched awkwardly and his entire body yearned for rest.

‘Can I tempt a weary traveller with a spot of breakfast?’ Mr Tribble asked, picking up a small kettle from the fireplace. ‘It may take a few minutes to locate your map from the school library, and you’ll feel much better with a slice of pie in your belly.’

‘It’s Fred’s famous red berry recipe,’ Emmie chimed in, singing the praises of the gentle Pie Rat chef.

‘Thanks,’ Whisker said with a tired smile, ‘and perhaps you’d better set a couple of extra places.’

‘Are we expecting more company?’ Madam Pearl said, glancing nervously at the door.

‘Only Ruby and Horace,’ Whisker reassured her. ‘The rest of the crew are travelling by foot and won’t pass through until later today. Oh, I should mention Chatterbeak – the parrot commentator from the Pirate Cup who agreed to fly us to the mountain. He’s currently on an aerial sweep of the school grounds while Ruby and Horace search the school library.’

Mr Tribble raised an eyebrow. ‘The school library? What on earth are those two trouble-makers doing skulking around my beloved library?’

‘We, err … weren’t exactly sure where your accommodation was situated,’ Whisker said cagily. ‘And, knowing your love of history books, it seemed like the logical place to start.’

Mr Tribble opened his mouth to protest, but Madam Pearl was already speaking, ‘Can this feathered friend of yours be trusted, Whisker?’

‘Chatterbeak?’ Whisker said. ‘Oh yes. He’s totally harmless­­­­­­­­­.’­­

‘Harmless, maybe,’ Madam Pearl considered. ‘But can he keep his beak shut?’ She placed one paw on the rope. ‘Forgive my overcautious nature, Whisker, but I can’t have every passing pigeon, sea gull and swallow discovering my location.’­­

‘Safety first,’ Whisker said, rising from the bed to farewell her. ‘I understand.’

Madam Pearl hoisted herself onto the rope.

‘I know how much your sister means to you, Whisker,’ she said, ‘and I wish I could do more to help. But in my current predicament, all I can offer you is this.’ She released one paw from the rope and unhooked the string of pearls from around her neck, lowering the precious necklace to Whisker. The pearls clinked and rattled like tiny bells as they cascaded over the sides of Whisker’s open paws.

He stared at the string of shimmering spheres and wondered if he’d ever held anything so flawless or so beautiful.

‘I-I can’t accept this,’ he said, thrusting the necklace back to her. ‘It must be worth a fortune.’

Madam Pearl shook her head, returning her paw to the rope.

‘A fortune buys many things,’ she said, climbing higher. ‘Supplies, weapons – even lives …’

Whisker nodded slowly. He knew she was right. The pearls could save his sister and he’d be a fool to refuse them out of pride.

‘Thank you,’ he said, slipping the necklace into his brown drawstring bag.

Madam Pearl stopped to look down at him. ‘Stay safe, Whisker. Aladrya is a dangerous place. Cloud Mountain and its dreaded birds are only the start of your worries. Everywhere you turn you will see notices for your arrest. Wanted posters hang in town squares. Newspapers carry your portrait.’ She gestured in the direction of the coffee table. ‘You’re quite the celebrity in these parts, Whisker. To the citizens of Aladrya, you are the Hooded Mouse Bandit, the cunning mastermind behind my jailbreak. If I’m public enemy number one, then you’re number two. Trust no one, believe nothing, and if the bounty on your head goes up, for goodness’ sake keep your head low!’

Whisker shifted his gaze to the newspaper clipping. The eyes were still staring up at him, cold and lifeless. For a moment he felt like he was looking into a mirror. He took one look at the words and shrank into his cloak.

Madam Pearl hovered in mid-air, seemingly torn between saying more and climbing to safety. Eventually, her tongue won over.

‘There’s one other thing,’ she said, choosing her words carefully. ‘I hate to burden you with more bad tidings, but it appears you have unwittingly become involved in something much bigger than black market antiques and prison escape plans.’

‘W-what do you mean?’ Whisker stammered.

‘It’s difficult to explain,’ she said, ‘but I believe the raids, blockades and ambushes we have witnessed over the past few months are part of a larger naval operation. Cast your mind back to the summer raids on Sea Shanty Island. Half of the sailors who stepped ashore were accused of petty crimes and dragged off to prison – despite the fact that the prisons were bulging at the seams . At the time, the arrests were thought to be a strategy to stop the Pirate Cup, but, putting recent events together, I now think otherwise.’

She drew a deep breath. ‘Answer me this, Whisker, how many pickpockets, looters and small-time criminals do you think could raise the entry fee for the Pirate Cup?’

‘None,’ Whisker replied. ‘It’s more than most pirate crews can afford.’

‘Exactly!’ Madam Pearl said. ‘So they must be behind bars for another reason.’ She gave Whisker a moment to consider the facts. ‘Secondly, there’s the Port Abalilly blockade. You witnessed that for yourself – three quarters of the Aladryan navy assembled off the coast in what Captain Black Rat described as a complete battle formation. The true intentions of this exercise are yet to be known, but it is clear that something sinister is brewing.’

Whisker shuddered at the memory of an entire horizon filled with Claw-of-War ships.

Madam Pearl continued, ‘Closer to home, we have the recent ambushes on Dagger Island, Two Shillings Cove and Applesworth – well-executed manoeuvres designed to capture significant criminal identities. One thousand gold coins is an excessive reward for a harmless antiques dealer, and the fact that General Thunderclaw is personally involved in your capture suggests you are a serious threat to his plans.’

Whisker felt sick and confused.

‘I-I don’t understand,’ he stammered. ‘How am I a part of this? I’m just a washed-up circus rat trying to find his family, not a hardened criminal.’

‘A valid point,’ Mr Tribble said, striking a match in the fireplace, ‘but perhaps it’s not what you’ve done but what you know that makes you dangerous.’

‘What I know?’ Whisker gasped. ‘But that’s ridiculous! Circus tricks and tightrope techniques are hardly subjects of naval significance.’

‘You know about the Island of Destiny,’ Eaton stated, sitting up in his bed, ‘and you discovered the location of the treasure …’

‘The Book of Knowledge,’ Whisker considered. ‘It’s a powerful item, I admit, and the General would love to get his claws on it – if the General even knows the book exists.’ He shook his head. ‘But it still doesn’t make any sense. The Blue Claw clearly wants me dead, not alive to share my secrets.’

‘Perhaps that’s your answer,’ Mr Tribble said, stoking a small fire. ‘If you stumbled upon a confidential secret, the navy would stop at nothing to silence you. With your death, your secret would die with you.’

‘Except I don’t know any of their secrets,’ Whisker argued.

‘None that you are aware of,’ Mr Tribble said, glancing up from the flames, ‘but don’t underestimate the value of trivial information. A chance sighting or a passing comment is often all it takes to topple a government. Perhaps you overheard a conversation of extreme importance, even if you didn’t realise it at the ti–’

There was a sharp TAP, TAP, TAP at the door, cutting Mr Tribble short. With a gasp of alarm, Madam Pearl hauled herself to the top of the rope and disappeared through the trapdoor. Whisker snatched up his scissor sword and stood his ground, hoping desperately that Pie Rats, not soldier crabs, had suddenly learnt to knock.