While Abbess Tansy and Craklyn were upstairs in the Abbess' room discussing
whether the diary should be examined or left alone and musing upon their
own thoughts, Craklyn fell into a peaceful slumber.
A mouse, undoubtedly Martin the Warrior, sat on a rock in the middle of a clearing somewhere in the Mossflower Wood. He looked at Craklyn with a happy glitter in his eyes that danced about playfully. His voice was dreamy and soothing but also guiding and helpful.
"When one hast a choice to make,
one cannot overlook anything
for one wrong choice will prove a fatal mistake,
and Redwallers will never again sing;
But if you look into the life,
of a loved one I lost,
you will perhaps understand her sacrifice,
and evil will melt away like a morning frost."
He faded and finally disappeared as Craklyn's desire to sleep wore off. Waking the Abbess gently, Craklyn told her of her dream and recited the poem word for word. Abbess Tansy was neither amazed nor surprised that Craklyn had seen Martin, it was the clarity of the poem that made it seem as if it had some hidden meaning.
"Maybe Martin is just being straight-forward this time because he wants us to learn about Rose," Craklyn offered, her mind reciting the poem repeatedly.
"It just doesn't seem like Martin," Tansy said decisively. "You know how he loved riddles and clues and all that."
Craklyn sighed and nodded. "Yes, I guess you're right. But then I have no idea what he meant."
Tansy smiled slyly. "Maybe we don't have to figure it out. The seasonally meeting in Cavern Hall can't start with out us."
A mouse, undoubtedly Martin the Warrior, sat on a rock in the middle of a clearing somewhere in the Mossflower Wood. He looked at Craklyn with a happy glitter in his eyes that danced about playfully. His voice was dreamy and soothing but also guiding and helpful.
"When one hast a choice to make,
one cannot overlook anything
for one wrong choice will prove a fatal mistake,
and Redwallers will never again sing;
But if you look into the life,
of a loved one I lost,
you will perhaps understand her sacrifice,
and evil will melt away like a morning frost."
He faded and finally disappeared as Craklyn's desire to sleep wore off. Waking the Abbess gently, Craklyn told her of her dream and recited the poem word for word. Abbess Tansy was neither amazed nor surprised that Craklyn had seen Martin, it was the clarity of the poem that made it seem as if it had some hidden meaning.
"Maybe Martin is just being straight-forward this time because he wants us to learn about Rose," Craklyn offered, her mind reciting the poem repeatedly.
"It just doesn't seem like Martin," Tansy said decisively. "You know how he loved riddles and clues and all that."
Craklyn sighed and nodded. "Yes, I guess you're right. But then I have no idea what he meant."
Tansy smiled slyly. "Maybe we don't have to figure it out. The seasonally meeting in Cavern Hall can't start with out us."
