Chappie 8:



DISCLAIMER: wait ... hold up, u already know this trash. I own Perigold, the little SNOT!, but I don't own Martin ... (ah, Martin! My fictional love!) ... and all these other peeps b/c they are all property of Brian Jacques, yea, that's right, he owns them!



A/N: Ok, so now it skips ahead, Snakefish has helped our three runners through the marshlands and trash-toads, after, of course, they have visited with the bats and whatnot. They are traveling across the dunes ... to find the legendary Mt. of Salamandastron ... Home of the Badgerlords ... and home of the hares!

AND HERE WE CONTINUE! HEAR YE, HEAR ME


"Well, me lucky buckos, wot brings you to Salamanda-wotsit?" a hare said jovially to the two two exhausted travelers, Chibb having left for Mossflower again.

"Why, matey, we came to get you an' yer pals," the otter responded, flicking her rudder-like tail.

"Well, I say, old chap! Take us to this Redwall H'abbey o' yers!" The badgerlord Sunflash the Mace strode into the dining room.

"No so fast, Colonel," he boomed, making the hare shy away.

"Lack a day, sah! Almost scared the tuck out o' me! Bad form, sah!" The giant chuckled. Bark flicked his tail impatiently.

"Maybe this will convince you ... Martin the Warrior is in trouble." Sunflash looked up.

"I have heard of Martin the Warrior and my grandfather. Your warrior helped my grandsire at one point, and I am much in debt. Take me to this mouse, I will help how I can. I would also like to see the magnificent sword my grandfather made. Lead the way squirrel. Rest, first, and feed well. We will leave first light tomorrow! Colonel!"

"Sah!"

"How many do you believe we will need to help our warrior friend?"

"I don't know, for sure, mate," Spring interrupted. "We don't hold many details, but our warrior friend is in trouble, and there is no attack on redwall, yet, though. At; least, none of us otters are aware of, from what I know."

"Hmmm ..." The badger considered thoughtfully. Round up a score of hares, Colonel."

"Yessah!"

"Don't interrupt yet," The hare quieted with a insubordinate glance. "Pack as much food as that lot can carry, I'll not run these Redwallers out of house and home with yore stummicks!"

"Our stummicks combined ar'nt as much as yores, y'old scoff- walloper," he muttered under his breath, but he carried out his orders and the next day twenty hares were ready to march- armed to the teeth and well fed.

"Very glad you could accompany us, mate," Spring said to Lord Sunflash, who was weilding his mace lightly.

"Obliged to come, marm," he responded without looking at her, but straight ahead towards Redwall.

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"Well?" Gonff asked impatiently. "Do you think they've found them yet?" Skipper chuckled.

"Possibly, matey, Spring's a fast swimmer, and I don't doubt her strength, but not get your apron cords in a tizzy, mousethief." Gonff hardly smiled at the joke. Bella words comforted him more than anything Skip had said.

"They will come, Gonff. And when they do, we will sort this out. Wait, my friend. Wait, it will be soon."