A Wanderer Among us All
Chapter 2
Sartre's heart was weighed heavy with Salista's departure. Though he truly had longed to join the beautiful otter maid he knew he was incapable of leaving the abbey in case danger threatened. He had kept it secret to all that she had asked him to join her because Sartre was sure that the redwallers would encourage him to go wandering with her. Everybody but Salista knew well that the shy squirrel had been in love with the young otter maid ever since he was old enough to understand the meaning of love. He had always thought of her as a love that he could and would never have. Even if she had been interested in him they would make a very odd couple and she would be embarrassed and leave him. He would be broken hearted, that is why Sartre did not like to think of her possibly loving him back. Too many complications, he thought to himself as he lay sleepless in bed concerned for his friend who'd left a couple of days earlier. Though Salista was stronger and more courageous then most she still would certainly be overwhelmed by the size of Mossflower and surrounding territory and she would possibly have difficulties finding her way home. As Sartre's mind filled with more and more concern for his dearest companion he soon fell asleep in his bed calmly overcome by tire. As Sartre drifted into the world of dreams and rest his slumber was disturbed by a figure that emerged from a cloud of fog. The champion of Redwall soon identified him as Martin the Warrior, the mighty warrior who had founded the abbey itself. He approached Sartre and spoke in a soothing voice words that boggled his mind," Your friend is in great danger. Go to her, she needs assistance desperately."
Sartre's heart was weighed heavy with Salista's departure. Though he truly had longed to join the beautiful otter maid he knew he was incapable of leaving the abbey in case danger threatened. He had kept it secret to all that she had asked him to join her because Sartre was sure that the redwallers would encourage him to go wandering with her. Everybody but Salista knew well that the shy squirrel had been in love with the young otter maid ever since he was old enough to understand the meaning of love. He had always thought of her as a love that he could and would never have. Even if she had been interested in him they would make a very odd couple and she would be embarrassed and leave him. He would be broken hearted, that is why Sartre did not like to think of her possibly loving him back. Too many complications, he thought to himself as he lay sleepless in bed concerned for his friend who'd left a couple of days earlier. Though Salista was stronger and more courageous then most she still would certainly be overwhelmed by the size of Mossflower and surrounding territory and she would possibly have difficulties finding her way home. As Sartre's mind filled with more and more concern for his dearest companion he soon fell asleep in his bed calmly overcome by tire. As Sartre drifted into the world of dreams and rest his slumber was disturbed by a figure that emerged from a cloud of fog. The champion of Redwall soon identified him as Martin the Warrior, the mighty warrior who had founded the abbey itself. He approached Sartre and spoke in a soothing voice words that boggled his mind," Your friend is in great danger. Go to her, she needs assistance desperately."