The new officer, sir. He's gone.
Bigwig?
He's wounded Chervil, taken a crowd of the Mark with him.
Embleer Frith! I'll blind him. I'LL BLIND HIM!
The new officer, sir. He's gone.
Bigwig?
He's wounded Chervil, taken a crowd of the Mark with him.
Embleer Frith! I'll blind him. I'LL BLIND HIM!
You were one of those on the riverbank. Did Bigwig send you?
I'm a friend of Bigwig's.
What was left unfinished on the riverbank will be finished now.
It would be better for both of us if we could come to terms.
Terms?... Very well. These are my terms. Hand over all the deserters immediately.
We couldn't agree to that. But I can suggest something better, for both of us--
You're in no position to bargain.
We shouldn't be fighting each other. We have enough enemies as it is. Perhaps we should be together. A joining of free, independent warrens.
Ah, I have no time for this nonsense!
Shall I kill him, sir?
No. [to Hazel] You take back our terms. And you tell your chief, Bigwig, that if he and Hyzenthlay and the others aren't waiting outside when I come for them, I'll tear out every throat in the place!
Run! Run for your lives! Run!
Come back! Come back, you fools!
Run!
Come back! Come back and fight! Dogs aren't dangerous!
[the dog drops a dead Efrafan and then comes after Woundwort, who lunges]