Prologue: A Saga Begins
A lone candle's flame flickered in Cregga's old bedroom in Redwall Abbey. Rosabel the Recorder was only heard by the scratching of her elegant quill pen. Her saga was almost finished. A knock was heard at the door. "Come in." A tiny mousebabe trundled in, his usually wide eyes half closed with drowsiness. The squirrel Recorder smiled as she bent to pick him up into her lap. "Trey! What a pleasant surprise! Now, what, may I ask, are you doing up here at this time of night?" The small mousebabe rubbed his eyes and looked imploringly into Rosabel's eyes. "Tway wants anotha stowy." The rather young squirrel smiled secretively. "Ah, I take it you like my story on the Taggerung at supper a few days ago. It was a rather interesting story, wasn't it?" Trey nodded. Rosabel sat Trey in an armchair across from her as she shuffled some parchments together. "Well, all I've been doing for the past days since I was allowed to convert Cregga's old room into my office was write. I found some remarkable recordings in the gatehouse some seasons ago, and they must've been lost for generations, because I don't recall being taught about this when I was at the Abbey School." The young dibbun blanched at the words "Abbey School". Rosabel patted him reassuringly. "Don't worry, it isn't as boring as Brother Hoben explains it. This story was fascinating." "Pweeze tellit t'Tway!" The squirrelmaid took a deep breath. "Oh, I will. I'm afraid that the entire saga I found can't all be told in one sitting, and I've only written the first part. It's still an intriguing story. So, just lie back in your chair, but don't go to sleep. Otherwise, you will miss the tale of a lifetime. The beginning of a remarkable saga, a saga we had never known until now, but is now here, in my very paws, about to unfold before you. Listen to my tale, a tale of young warriors, and bravery, as well as treachery, love, as well as hate. Freedom, as well as slavery, and work, as well as play. This is the beginning of The Missing Saga."
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A lone candle's flame flickered in Cregga's old bedroom in Redwall Abbey. Rosabel the Recorder was only heard by the scratching of her elegant quill pen. Her saga was almost finished. A knock was heard at the door. "Come in." A tiny mousebabe trundled in, his usually wide eyes half closed with drowsiness. The squirrel Recorder smiled as she bent to pick him up into her lap. "Trey! What a pleasant surprise! Now, what, may I ask, are you doing up here at this time of night?" The small mousebabe rubbed his eyes and looked imploringly into Rosabel's eyes. "Tway wants anotha stowy." The rather young squirrel smiled secretively. "Ah, I take it you like my story on the Taggerung at supper a few days ago. It was a rather interesting story, wasn't it?" Trey nodded. Rosabel sat Trey in an armchair across from her as she shuffled some parchments together. "Well, all I've been doing for the past days since I was allowed to convert Cregga's old room into my office was write. I found some remarkable recordings in the gatehouse some seasons ago, and they must've been lost for generations, because I don't recall being taught about this when I was at the Abbey School." The young dibbun blanched at the words "Abbey School". Rosabel patted him reassuringly. "Don't worry, it isn't as boring as Brother Hoben explains it. This story was fascinating." "Pweeze tellit t'Tway!" The squirrelmaid took a deep breath. "Oh, I will. I'm afraid that the entire saga I found can't all be told in one sitting, and I've only written the first part. It's still an intriguing story. So, just lie back in your chair, but don't go to sleep. Otherwise, you will miss the tale of a lifetime. The beginning of a remarkable saga, a saga we had never known until now, but is now here, in my very paws, about to unfold before you. Listen to my tale, a tale of young warriors, and bravery, as well as treachery, love, as well as hate. Freedom, as well as slavery, and work, as well as play. This is the beginning of The Missing Saga."
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