Brian Jacques - The Ribbajack

Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Copyright Page

the Ribbajack

A Smile and a Wave

The All Ireland Champion Versus the Nye Add

The Mystery of Huma DEste

Miggy Mags and the Malabar Sailor

Rosies Pet

Evil breeds evil

Archibald sat listening until the chaplains heavy, plodding footsteps receded below stairs. A slow smile stole across his spotty face, growing into a maniacal grin. Leaping up, he went into a frenzied dance around the room, his eyes glittering with villainous delight. He had just found a victim for the Ribbajack he was intent on conjuring. Old Reverend Dusty Miller, the Sky Pilot! Revengeful spite and pent-up malice poured from him like sewage squirting from a cracked cess tank. When he first heard of the Ribbajack, all he desired was to see what it looked like. Now he had a definite aim for the horror he was about to create. The removal of his newfound enemy! The moment that dog-collared old buffoon had mispronounced his name, Archibald Smith knew the chaplain was going to be the first victim of the monster. Putting pen to paper, he began composing a verse as an aid to materialising his own personal Ribbajack.

O nightmare beyond all dreaming,

Dark Lord of the single eye . . .

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THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS CATALOGED THE PHILOMEL EDITION AS FOLLOWS:

Jacques, Brian.

The Ribbajack & other curious yarns / Brian Jacques.

p cm.

Summary: A collection of six short stories which feature a variety of monstrous

creatures by the author of the Redwall series.

Contents: The RibbajackA smile and a waveThe All Ireland Champion

versus the Nye AddThe mystery of Huma DEsteMiggy Mags and

the Malabar SailorRosies pet.

1. MonstersJuvenile Fiction. 2. Childrens stories, English. [1. Horror tales,

English. 2. MonstersFiction. 3. Horror stories. 4. Short stories.]

I. Title: Ribbajack and other curious yarns. II. Title.

PZ7.J15317Ri 2004 [Fic]dc21 2003066448

eISBN : 978-1-101-14395-7

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the Ribbajack

GENTLE READER, HEED MY PLEA,

pray witness now this shocking tale,

twas told to me by one, forsooth,

who vowed he spoke the honest truth,

he took an oath, he told no lies,

and swore it on his own three eyes!

End of Term, Summer 1937

Archibald Smifft was worse than any plague or pestilence known to man. This was the unanimous consensus of opinion by all at the boarding school of Duke Crostacious the Inviolate. Teachers, pupils, groundsmen, cooks and all ancillary staff were in total agreement on this, and who, pray, would deny their assessment?

A single glance at the boy in question would confirm the fears of even a stranger. Archibald Smifft was indeed the raw material from which nightmares were made. From the top of his scrofulous bullet-shaped head, with its jug-handle ears and ski-jump nose, the beady eyes (which had often been compared to those of an ill-tempered cobra) glaring out from the spotted moon crater of a face, right down from his rounded shoulders, pot belly and wart-scarred knees, to the fallen arches of his flat feet, the Smifft boy was the very portrait of villainy, viciousness and malicious intent.

He had been abandoned as a baby on the school driveway, sitting smugly in an outrageously expensive bassinet. In one hand the child clutched a chamois bag containing a kings ransom in uncut rubies; in the other, a recently dead frog. Attached to his satin pillow was a note: Deer sur. Pleez giv Archibald a gud ejercayshun an bring him up propper. Maw roobeez to folloh. Singed, X Smifft. Pee yess. He lykes byting thingz.

The headmaster, a gentle, trusting man named Aubrey Plother, I.O.U.E. (Institute of Unskilled Educators), and the matron, Mrs. Twogg, were the two who found the infant. Trying hard to avoid Archibalds malevolent smirk, Mr. Plothers heart softened. He snatched the bag of rubies, declaring charitably, Mrs. Twogg, marm, I feel we would be neglecting our Christian duty were we not to adopt and care for this unfortunate waif. I have decided he shall receive the benefits of a thorough education here at my establishment!

The matron, who had left her glasses indoors and would never admit she had dreadful eyesight, swept the babe up in her huge pink arms. She tickled its bottom lip fondly. Oh, bless you for the kindly soul you are, Headmaster. Poor little mite, shame on the one who abandoned you. Coochy-cooch, my little cherub!

The infant left off chewing his frog long enough to inflict a bite on Mrs. Twoggs index finger that a tiger shark would have envied. The matron wore her glasses at all times after that afternoon so that she would be able to immediately decipher further communications left on the pillows of abandoned children. That is how Archibald Smifft came to be inflicted on his present school.

For my more gentle and nervous readers, I will draw a veil over the intervening eleven years. Except to mention, in passing, four teachers resignations (diagnosed as mentally traumatised), an explosion in the pupils chemistry laboratory, the disappearance of four cats belonging to the gardeners wife, several major floods in the washrooms, a fire which destroyed the sports pavilion and a school mastiff that vanished without trace. These, and a host of other indignities, atrocities and miscellaneous mishapsstudents absconding to foreign territories, etc.were all in one way or another attributable to said Archibald Smifft. However, the headmasters kind heart, plus the prompt arrival each term of a bag containing rubies by special delivery to Aubrey Plother, I.O.U.E., insured the boys continuance at Crostacious the Inviolate Boarding School for young gentlemen. Granted, there were frequent staff walkouts, but the headmaster furthered his name as a good man by rewarding injured, faithful and long-serving staff members by giving them a ruby apiece as an annual incentive.