It has been many seasons since the "Seasons of the Savage." I, Apprentice Jonas, am studying under the scrutinizing paw of our own Abbess Perrit. She is a fine teacher, patient with all my flaws, and shares a similar passion for a good story. She has allowed me to record a tale from the latter end of the "Seasons of the Savage"; a portion of such had been previously recorded in the records of our Redwall Abbey. This tale had come to our doors just last season by way of a strange fox named Inktail the Bard, who came by our abbey in search of a night's respite. In an attempt to repay our hospitality, Inktail proceeded to tell the tale of a mouse who came by to the abbey when I was but a dibbun. His name was Tristan Brighteyes