Golda didn't keep him in suspense. She frog-marched her superiors towards the barracks, setting a brisk pace. Behind her back he grinned.
*
"I cannot believe this!" The captain, a graying dog fox, shook his head. "Three times you disobey orders, and now it's mutiny."
The barracks was a cold place. Built of stone and timber, it lacked the inviting air of an otter's den.
"Sir. These cowards have no compassion- they're-"
"I understand, but rules are rules. Sergeant Ven, relieve this cub of her weapons." Golda stood rigidly as they did so.
They were going to take her cloak as well when the captain intervened. Time to speak up, Bax thought. He said, "Sir? If it's worth anything, I did steal this weapon. Take it." He offered the sword, hilt first.
"I see... how unusual. Look here, Ven- some integrity is being shown!" To Bax, "I know there's little chance I could recruit you. Still, we're in need of honest creatures. Think about it."
Head whirling, he held up a paw for quiet. If I accept, I'm a traitor. Or so the villagers will think. If i decline- what'll become of Golda?
"Cap'n, let me show him out." Staj took a belligerent step forwards.
"No, wait! Let me tell my father. I'll be back by sunset."
"Kit-"
"The name's Bax, Jem Baxter. Looks we'll see more of each other."
