Snock each tugged one of Alkusâs shoe buckles, and as she bent down they whispered to her, one into each ear. Stereo, thought Mouse, having a vision of Snick-and-Snock headphones. Alkus nodded, then called the others into a huddle. Scraps of their conversation drifted toward Mouse.
âWhat ifâ¦I donât know whetherâ¦Weâve never hadâ¦Suppose heâ¦â
From time to time one or another of them looked in his direction. At one point Digger gazed at him through three different pairs of spectacles in rapid succession. Finally Alkus turned round and said, âWeâve never taken an Uptopper below before, but you did come to Qwolshâs rescue, so you are welcome to visit.â She sized him up with expert eyes. âIf we stick to the main tunnels you should be able to fit without too much crouching.â Then she said sternly, âBut you must never tell another Uptopper about us. Promise?â
âPromise,â vowed Mouse. âIâll never tell another Uptopper about any of the Undergardeners.â
âIs that what you want to call us?â asked Alkus.
âWell, you do live under my garden,â said Mouse.
Alkus laughed. âWe live under many gardens. Itâs not what we call ourselves, but Undergardener has a nice ring to it.â
âWell, come on then, letâs get down there before the night is gone,â said Glump impatiently, heading for the rock that had caused Mouse and his father so much grief. Mouse looked at the large pile of earth they had shifted in their futile attempt to move the rock. No wonder Iâm stiff, he thought. Look at all that dirt.
One by one the Undergardeners stepped in. Mouse hesitated. The hole looked dark and uninviting. âMove along. We canât wait all night,â Glump wheezed as he bumped into him from behind. Mouse looked around the familiar garden and then, taking a deep breath, he stepped gingerly into the hole. The Undergardeners hummed and the stone above Mouseâs head began to lower itself into place, closing off the sky. The moon shrank to a half, to a quarter, to a sliverâthen it was gone. With a firm clunk , the stone settled, plunging them all into total darkness.
Chapter 4
The steps were cold on Mouseâs bare feet, and the air smelt musty. If this is a dream, he thought, itâs a very realistic one. On the other hand, if itâs not a dream, what am I doing here? Mind you, if itâs not a dream, itâs the most exciting thing thatâs ever happened to me. Wait till I tell⦠What am I saying? I promised not to tell anyone. His mood swung between cowardice and courage, dread and delight, as his thoughts chased each other frantically. If itâs a dream Iâm going to enjoy it. If itâs not a dreamâ¦He took a deep decisive breath. Iâm going to enjoy it even more. He swung his arm in a defiant gesture and struck something fleshy.
âOuch!â The voice sounded like Qwolshâs. âCareful, or youâll put someoneâs eye out.â
âSorry,â Mouse apologized, stepped back and heard the deer mice scurry out of the way.
âAnd watchâ¦
â¦where youâre puttingâ¦
â¦your feet.â
âStand still,â ordered Alkus, âtill the lights come on.â
The Undergardeners hummed and the darkness lessened slightly. Mouse began to make out their silhouettes. The place grew brighter and brighter. He could now make out the underside of the stone entrance and the stone steps that headed down into darkness.
âYou did that with the humming?â asked an amazed Mouse.
âDid what?â said Alkus.
âThe lights, the lights,â answered Mouse.
âYou sound likeâ¦
â¦the fireflies,â chortled Snick and Snock. âDe-lights!â¦
â¦De-lights!â They imitated the fluttery, high-pitched voices.
âIf we was to leave it to the youngsters of today, we