Once Haru had gone, Shaleslip turned back to Abbot Bob. "Please, forgive my anger and hard words, Father." He dipped his head low and held there.
"While it is true that I do not hold your Martin in as high esteem as your people do, it is not the Warrior that troubles me. I have been here for two months, almost three now, and in that time have I ever proven myself to be less than honest, faithful, and hardworking? I have given myself to the labors of the Abbey, and I have made friends here, including many of the Dibbuns." Shaleslip stretched a paw toward Rumble where the little mole was receiving his own berating. The badger glanced back toward the Abbot. "Yet you would hold the word of a stranger over my own proven character? He claims I have 'lost my way' and yet he does not know me. Every beast here knows of Martin and the Abbey's special reverence for him; could it not be that one would take advantage of that for his own gain?"