Martin's Legacy

Disclaimer: I do not own Redwall!!! Brian Jacques owns it!



Chapter 1



At the great abbey of Redwall, a mouse Warrior, Martin, sat at the prow of his new ship, the Wuddship. The big ship used to be a searat galley, but it was taken by Martin and his friends. It was sunken to make a dam for flood tunnels that were used to sink the castle, Kotir. It was later refloated.

Martin's most loyal comrade, Gonff, the Prince of Mousetheives, suddenly loomed up behind him in the mists of early morning fog.

"Good mornin', matey." said Gonff. "Any signs o' vermin up on the trail?"

Martin gave out his report to Gonff.

"There aren't any at all. I have this weird feeling that there's trouble abroad, though. Listen. All of the birds are gone, Gonff. You can't hear them anymore."

"Yeah, matey. I have an uneasy feeling about this, too. Well, it's almost time for lunch now. Let's get going."

As the two friends entered Redwall, their trusted Foremole, Dinny, joined them.

"Hoi Marthen, hoi Gonffen. Hurr, how youm be a-doen?

" Better than ever, matey."

"I'm doing good, Dinny."

"Oh, hi, Gonff, Martin, and Dinny. Martin, please make your report."

They looked forward to see the old, frail, and tiny mouse, Abbess Germaine.

"There are no signs of any vermin, Abbess." said Martin.

"Good. I do have a rather uneasy feeling about this. We've had peace for far too long now."

"Hurr, oi agree wid that."

"Oh, look at that, mateys. It's time for lunch!"

As they went for lunch, Gonff joined his wife, Columbine, and their son, Gonflet. Martin greeted Lady Amber, the Squirrelqueen at Redwall.

"Hi, Lady Amber." said Martin.

"Hello, Martin." the Squirrelqueen replied.

They all took their seats to say grace, with Martin and the Abbey Badger Mother, Bella of Brockhall. Abess Germaine told grace in a thin, quavering voice.

Once it was over, everybeast was ravenously tearing at the food, for they had been working all day. They all happily ate lunch, not knowing that a great evil was on the way...

On the road, three days from Redwall, the great vermin horde of Verdagre Gingivere marched, not knowing where they were going.

"Why do we have to go, Chief?" said a rather unlucky weasel named Rawbone.

Swish!!!

Rawbone's body slumped down to the ground, lifeless.

"We're going to Redwall, you idiots!!!"

A moan arose from the tired and hungry hordebeasts. Verdagre came thrasing about with the flat of his sword in the horde.

"I can't believe you group of whining idiots!!! Imagine all of the treasure and prisoners!!! Now, repeat after me! Verdagre Gingivere!!!

A ragged yell came from the new recruits.

"Say it again!"

This time, it was just the same. Verdagre made them repeat it ten more times before it reached his satisfaction.

"Good. Now, we'll march at double the speed on half rations! Come on!"

At noon they were so tired that they had to stop for a rest and have lunch.

"Ah, why do we have to go to this stupid Redwall place?" said a ferret named Scarback.

"I don't have any idea." said a rat named Ripclaw.

"Well, I hope there'll be plunder!"

A weasel named Wetnose came barging in.

"Wot're you doin' here, weasel?"said Scarback.

"Er,er, could I,er, join you?"

"Get outta here, weasel, before I have yer gut on the end o' my blade!"

Wetnose went runing off then.

Ripclaw had an idea.

"Well, let's get rid o' Verdagre. Listen to this. We sneak out at night an' take out the sentries before they raise the alarm. Then we moves quicklike, an' we get rid o' him!"

Wetnose was listening to it all. When theyt were done, he immediatly went to Verdagre to report it.

At late night they made thier move. walking silently, they went toward Verdagre's tent. They got past the first sentrie, who was snoring. When they reached the tent, though, they saw Wetnose raise the alarm. They were quickly slain.