Cluny stood in the centre of the room, his one eye straining to catch sight of Matthias in the belfry. Blood dripped from the dozen wounds the mouse warrior had inflicted upon him during the course of their battle. But now he knew he had won; the voices had been right; he would soon see the last of the mouse warrior.

  "Come on down, mouse, Cluny the Scourge is waiting for you," he cried.