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Book 1. Surprise
Chapter 1.
The setting sun cast orange-hued shadows over the flatlands leading to Redwall Abbey. A soft wind was blowing, and leaves rustled quietly in their trees. Dark clouds were slowly moving in from the east. Eventide had come upon the land.
Tokam Greypinch, the Abbey's cellarhog, came trundling through Great Hall, a big barrel in his hand, only stopping to look at the figure of Martin the Warrior. His likeness was embroidered on a huge tapestry in the center of the wall, and his famous sword lay above it. Redwall's hero looked fierce, but had a since of care about him, a true warrior. Tokam looked at him in awe.
"Ah, I see you've finally finished brewing your famous October Ale, Tokam." An old, grey mouse walked up to the cellerhog.
"Father Abbott, you gave me a fright! Aye, I was just delivering this barrel to the kitchens; I heard that Friar Tum is almost finished with the feast spread."
"Correct you are, my son. My jubilee feast will be celebrated with the coming of Summer. I expect that the Dibbuns will be happy when we're finished.
Martin the Warrior, he was a fine warrior, indeed. He founded this Abbey along with many others: Bella of Brockhall, Lady Amber, Gonff Mousethief, and many others. A lot of work was put into this Abbey and the peace that it forestalls. It is also said that when Redwall is under attack, or in trouble, that Martin will choose a champion to deliver peace to the glorious Redwall again. 'Tis good though, that Martin has not called upon any for a while now. Let's hope that it remains that way." The ancient Abbot folded his paws into his wide habit sleeves, listening as Tokam commented.
"Let's go to the kitchens now, Father, and see what help needs to be assisted. The pair strode off talking to eachother fondly.
Gurdy, a small Dibbun molebabe, waddled around with his crew of Dibbuns, causing terror where ever he went. He jumped onto the windowsill, choosing which of the cooling pies to eat. He pointed a small digging claw at the biggest one and said, "Burr, oi thinken this pier be's the c'rrect one. Uap with ee's!" He beckoned the other two Dibbuns onto the sill, where together they sat munching on the pie. All was going smooth till Togg, the smallest babe accidentally knocked a pie of the windowsill. It crashed to the floor with a loud clatter.
"Hey! I worked 'ard on that pie, leave it be!" the fat friar shouted as he rushed to the windowsill. The Dibbuns quickly down and scampered about in all directions.
"Rapscallions! The nerve of the blaggarts! My woodland pie is ruined." He stamped back to the kitchens.
A huge, ancient badger touched his shoulder gently.
"What is the matter, friend?" she asked. She looked down into the troubled face of the furious friar. He nodded smartly and replied curtly.
"Them blasted Dibbuns are at it again! That's tree pies in one day, I don't know what to do with the slimy blaggarts, the nerve of them!" His paw strayed into the air, in the shape of a fist.
"Friar, how could you? Look at you, and put your fist down! They're just Dibbuns, as you were once. Leave them be." The friar looked sheepish. He did not doubt the word of his badger friend, for she was Mother Ruth, one of the oldest and wisest creatures to ever set foot in the Abbey.
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