Watership Down (Watership Down 1)

He began to whimper with fear.

'What sort of thing - what do you mean? I thought you said there was no danger?'

'I don't know what it is,' answered Fiver wretchedly. 'There isn't any danger here, at this moment. But it's coming - it's coming. Oh, Hazel, look! The field! It's covered with blood!'

'Don't be silly, it's only the light of the sunset. Fiver, come on, don't talk like this, you're frightening me!'

Fiver sat trembling and crying among the nettles as Hazel tried to reassure him and to find out what it could be that had suddenly driven him beside himself. If he was terrified, why did he not run for safety, as any sensible rabbit would? But Fiver could not explain and only grew more and more distressed. At last Hazel said,

'Fiver, you can't sit crying here. Anyway, it's getting dark. We'd better go back to the burrow.'

'Back to the burrow?' whimpered Fiver. 'It'll come there - don't think it won't! I tell y

ou, the field's full of blood -'

'Now stop it,' said Hazel firmly. 'Just let me look after you for a bit. Whatever the trouble is, it's time we got back.'

He ran down the field and over the brook to the cattle-wade. Here there was a delay, for Fiver - surrounded on all sides by the quiet summer evening - became helpless and almost paralysed with fear. When at last Hazel had got him back to the ditch, he refused at first to go underground and Hazel had almost to push him down the hole.

The sun set behind the opposite slope. The wind turned colder, with a scatter of rain, and in less than an hour it was dark. All colour had faded from the sky: and although the big board by the gate creaked slightly in the night wind (as though to insist that it had not disappeared in the darkness, but was still firmly where it had been put), there was no passer-by to read the sharp, hard letters that cut straight as black knives across its white surface. They said:

THIS IDEALLY SITUATED ESTATE, COMPRISING SIX ACRES OF EXCELLENT BUILDING LAND, IS TO BE DEVELOPED WITH HIGH CLASS MODERN RESIDENCES BY SUTCH AND MARTIN, LIMITED, OF NEWBURY BERKS.

2. The Chief Rabbit

The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,

Like a thick midnight-fog, moved there so slow,

He did not stay, nor go.

Henry Vaughan The World

In the darkness and warmth of the burrow Hazel suddenly woke, struggling and kicking with his back legs. Something was attacking him. There was no smell of ferret or weasel. No instinct told him to run. His head cleared and he realized that he was alone except for Fiver. It was Fiver who was clambering over him, clawing and grabbing like a rabbit trying to climb a wire fence in a panic.

'Fiver! Fiver, wake up, you silly fellow! It's Hazel. You'll hurt me in a moment. Wake up!'

He held him down. Fiver struggled and woke.

'Oh, Hazel! I was dreaming. It was dreadful. You were there. We were sitting on water, going down a great, deep stream, and then I realized we were on a board - like that board in the field - all white and covered with black lines. There were other rabbits there - bucks and does. But when I looked down, I saw the board was all made of bones and wire; and I screamed and you said, "Swim - everybody swim"; and then I was looking for you everywhere and trying to drag you out of a hole in the bank. I found you, but you said, "The Chief Rabbit must go alone," and you floated away down a dark tunnel of water.'

'Well, you've hurt my ribs, anyway. Tunnel of water, indeed! What rubbish! Can we go back to sleep now?'

'Hazel - the danger, the bad thing. It hasn't gone away. It's here - all round us. Don't tell me to forget about it and go to sleep. We've got to go away before it's too late.'

'Go away? From here, you mean? From the warren?'

'Yes. Very soon. It doesn't matter where.'

'Just you and I?'

'No, everyone.'

'The whole warren? Don't be silly. They won't come. They'll say you're out of your wits.'

'Then they'll be here when the bad thing comes. You must listen to me, Hazel. Believe me, something very bad is close upon us and we ought to go away.'

'Well, I suppose we'd better go and see the Chief Rabbit and you can tell him about it. Or I'll try to. But I don't expect he'll like the idea at all.'