The whole Redwall thing is property of Brian Jaques.
In this story, I only own the characters(except for Martin The Warrior, he is mentioned a few times) and the places. Thanks for reading my story, please R and R.
Chapter 2:Royal Meetings
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Pilkaro was being led though the rock town by the gaurd Fermod, who was taking him to palace. For is was required that all strangers be taken straight to the palace to be presented before the king and queen for questioning.
"What exactly is this place?" Pilkaro asked, as he smiled and waved at little squirrel babes standing with there parents who were whispering and staring at the strange new creature.
"This 'eres the White Mountain of Senibus. Been 'ere for nearly two 'undred years, it 'as. An we dont be gettin many visitors 'round 'ere, seein as we live so far out 'ere in the deseret. Not vury easy tur find."
"Two hundred years you say? But how did it get here. It couldnt have just been like this, of course. Someone had to have made it like this. But that would be impossible to do. Why, it would take years and years, and.."
Fermod continued to lead the way as Pilkaro asked questions to himself, only to contradict it with the same answer,"but thats impossible".
They finally reached the palace, wich was also made of stone, and entered threw a large, looming archway, leading into the court yard. News of the stranger had spread like wild fire, and when they entered the court yard, the king and queen were waiting there to greet him, as were all of the courtiers, standing in orderly rows.
Pilkaro was brought before the king and queen, and bowed deeply, so deep, the entire court was afraid he might fall over from the weight of his pack and age. But he didnt fall. Infact, he had the utmost grace.
"Your magesties, what an honor it is to meet the rulers of this grand place. I have been many amazing places in my life, but none is more amazing then this. Your mountain is more then amazing. There are no words to describe it."
The queen, who was plump but had kind eyes, smiled gratefully "You are kind, mouse. It is not often that we get visitors in our mountain. Infact, it has been almost twenty years. Tell us, what is your name, and just how did you manage to find out mountain?"
Pilkaro bowed again, "I am Pilkaro the wandering sales man, at your service. And I was chased out here into the desert by a band of pirates after me trinkets." "Pirates! Oh how terrible! But these Trinkets?"enquired the Queen. "Arent you supposed to sell them to other creatures?" "Well, yes I suppose. But I dont really sell my goods. Not unless its to little children without toys. And the price is only a small rock or some nonesense thing. I find that giving joy is the best payment."
"Really?", the king now spoke, a deep,gruff voice booming threw the courtyard."What sorts of things do you carry around in that pack?"
"Well, Highness"Pilkaro answered, pulling his pack of, very easily, and rummiging through it, "mostly things that do like a bit a magic.Colored powerder that bursts into stars when put in the fire, tasty leaves that change the color of your tounge. I find most creatures like those sorts a things. And I have a few little toys that do funny things when you pull little strings. Some pretty ribbons,buttons. Just little trinkets like that. I got 'em from many forest, from many different beasts. I even got an acorn carved and painted to take on the spittin image of a hedgehog from a Vestinian Rat." An excited murmer rippled through the croud. Not many creatures meet a Vestinian and live to talk about it. Let alone, have something to show for it.
"Well, then" cried the King "A little entertainment! Just what we need! Tell me, Pilkaro, would be so kind as to give us a show tonight? We shall have a feast in the honor of your arrival.After all, you seem a like a good sort of chap."
"Why, good sir, I would be delighted. And I was hoping purhaps you might be able to tell me about the history of this magnificent place?"
"Of course, of course. Now, come, freshen up before your feast."
Pilkaro was led into the palace by a young guard named Martello. They were heading down a small dark hallway, lit only by a few candles scattering along the wall. They were almost halfway down, when a black shape hurled threw a door they were passing and ran straigt into Pilkaro, knocking him to the ground and landing in him. The guard pulled the the creature off of Pilkaro and flug it against the wall, pointing his spear at its face,and was about to demand who it was when he saw who it was by the candle light.
"Princess" he said, scoldingly.
Pilkaro stood, rubbing his back, and saw who it was that had run into him.
It was a young female squirrel, white like all the others.
She wore a green tunic with golden embroidery on its lining, but it had mud splats all around its bottom half. She looked flustered and was breathing deeply.
The guard lowered his spear, "Princess, you know your not supposed to go into the dungeons anymore. Remember what your parents said?"
She jumped at mention of her parents."Oh, but I wasnt in the dungeon. I was...I was....well I...Oh please dont tell Martello! I wasnt practicing or anything. I was just..well I heard a..oh please dont tell. Of my parents find out, they might-"
She stopped, now seeing Pilkaro. She stared at him for a moment, studying his wrinkled skin, his clothy shirt, and then her eyes wandered to his pack. Suddenly, she lunged at him, grabbing both his hands." Your a traveler, arent you!?!Arent you!?! I cant believe-.I've never met a traveler before.How did you find the mountain?Whats your name? What places have you been?What do you have in your pack?Have you any swords? Can you fight with one?Can you teach me how to-"
"Princess!" Martello cried."Your just a young squirrel and you arent aloud no sword. You know that. Now run off and change for the feast tonight. You parents wouldnt like to see you in such a state."
The Princess glared at Martello and was about to protest when the old mouse broke in quickly." Ah yes. The feast. Im going to be putting on a bit of a show for your parents with my trinkets. I do hope you'll be there. I do believe that I know somewhat of swords, and I would be happy to tell you everything I know.Infact, I might just have one in my pack."He caught a quick head shake from Martello, and quickly added,"Only for looking though. Its rather heavy. Im Pilkaro, by the way."
"Oh, Mr Pilkaro, I would love to listen to you. No one in this dull place knows about anything, really. Im always trying to-" she caught Martello's look, and quickly finished." Well, I s'pose I ought to go and change then. And Im Amallo."
"Princess Amallo" corrected Martello as he turned her by the shoulders gave her a shove down the hall.
"Farewell princess" Pilkaro yelled after her " I will see you at the feast,then."
She turned and waved before she rounded the corner and disappeared.
"That one is enough trouble for the whole town, she is" Martello said, but he smiled and chuckled as he said it."Come on, your room is just down the hall."
Pilkaro was lead into a big room, dark, but comfortable enough. A big bed was at the opposite end. And a huge window was at its side, a thin red curtain hing over it.
"You'll be sent for just before the feast begins. You'll find a tub of hot water in that room over there. And a some clean clothes in the chest at the end of the bed. Is there anything else you need, sir?"
"Oh, I think thats about everything I need at the moment, thank you."
"Alright then. Good luck at the banquet tonight then." Martello turned to leave, when Pilkaro stopped him.
"Well, actually, I do have a question. What exactly was the Princess doing to the dungeon?"
Martello sighed, closed the door and faced Pilkaro."Well you see sir, Ama- Princess Amalla has dreams in her head. Dreams a young princess shouldnt have in here head."
" Young? Well, she cant be much younger then you, lad."
" Only a year or two. But the thing is, sir, she wants to be a swordwielder, and that just aint right for a girl. Thats why shes been forbidden to even speak about 'em. See, she used to go into the dungeon and challenge the prisoners that were chained to the wall to duels with sticks. Nearly got killed a few times, saved her myself most of them. When her parents found out, she was banned from the dungeon. But she still sneaks down there at times.Have to keep an eyeon her, we guards do. And that aint to easy thing. Even for me. Im her gaurd when she leaves the palace."
"I see" Pilkaro replied thoughtfully, rubbing his chin .Then, smiled. "Thank you Martello, thats all I need."
Martello smiled back, nodded and left.
Setting his pack on the bed, Pilkaro sighed, crakced his back, and went to wash up for his feast.
In this story, I only own the characters(except for Martin The Warrior, he is mentioned a few times) and the places. Thanks for reading my story, please R and R.
Chapter 2:Royal Meetings
***************************************************
Pilkaro was being led though the rock town by the gaurd Fermod, who was taking him to palace. For is was required that all strangers be taken straight to the palace to be presented before the king and queen for questioning.
"What exactly is this place?" Pilkaro asked, as he smiled and waved at little squirrel babes standing with there parents who were whispering and staring at the strange new creature.
"This 'eres the White Mountain of Senibus. Been 'ere for nearly two 'undred years, it 'as. An we dont be gettin many visitors 'round 'ere, seein as we live so far out 'ere in the deseret. Not vury easy tur find."
"Two hundred years you say? But how did it get here. It couldnt have just been like this, of course. Someone had to have made it like this. But that would be impossible to do. Why, it would take years and years, and.."
Fermod continued to lead the way as Pilkaro asked questions to himself, only to contradict it with the same answer,"but thats impossible".
They finally reached the palace, wich was also made of stone, and entered threw a large, looming archway, leading into the court yard. News of the stranger had spread like wild fire, and when they entered the court yard, the king and queen were waiting there to greet him, as were all of the courtiers, standing in orderly rows.
Pilkaro was brought before the king and queen, and bowed deeply, so deep, the entire court was afraid he might fall over from the weight of his pack and age. But he didnt fall. Infact, he had the utmost grace.
"Your magesties, what an honor it is to meet the rulers of this grand place. I have been many amazing places in my life, but none is more amazing then this. Your mountain is more then amazing. There are no words to describe it."
The queen, who was plump but had kind eyes, smiled gratefully "You are kind, mouse. It is not often that we get visitors in our mountain. Infact, it has been almost twenty years. Tell us, what is your name, and just how did you manage to find out mountain?"
Pilkaro bowed again, "I am Pilkaro the wandering sales man, at your service. And I was chased out here into the desert by a band of pirates after me trinkets." "Pirates! Oh how terrible! But these Trinkets?"enquired the Queen. "Arent you supposed to sell them to other creatures?" "Well, yes I suppose. But I dont really sell my goods. Not unless its to little children without toys. And the price is only a small rock or some nonesense thing. I find that giving joy is the best payment."
"Really?", the king now spoke, a deep,gruff voice booming threw the courtyard."What sorts of things do you carry around in that pack?"
"Well, Highness"Pilkaro answered, pulling his pack of, very easily, and rummiging through it, "mostly things that do like a bit a magic.Colored powerder that bursts into stars when put in the fire, tasty leaves that change the color of your tounge. I find most creatures like those sorts a things. And I have a few little toys that do funny things when you pull little strings. Some pretty ribbons,buttons. Just little trinkets like that. I got 'em from many forest, from many different beasts. I even got an acorn carved and painted to take on the spittin image of a hedgehog from a Vestinian Rat." An excited murmer rippled through the croud. Not many creatures meet a Vestinian and live to talk about it. Let alone, have something to show for it.
"Well, then" cried the King "A little entertainment! Just what we need! Tell me, Pilkaro, would be so kind as to give us a show tonight? We shall have a feast in the honor of your arrival.After all, you seem a like a good sort of chap."
"Why, good sir, I would be delighted. And I was hoping purhaps you might be able to tell me about the history of this magnificent place?"
"Of course, of course. Now, come, freshen up before your feast."
Pilkaro was led into the palace by a young guard named Martello. They were heading down a small dark hallway, lit only by a few candles scattering along the wall. They were almost halfway down, when a black shape hurled threw a door they were passing and ran straigt into Pilkaro, knocking him to the ground and landing in him. The guard pulled the the creature off of Pilkaro and flug it against the wall, pointing his spear at its face,and was about to demand who it was when he saw who it was by the candle light.
"Princess" he said, scoldingly.
Pilkaro stood, rubbing his back, and saw who it was that had run into him.
It was a young female squirrel, white like all the others.
She wore a green tunic with golden embroidery on its lining, but it had mud splats all around its bottom half. She looked flustered and was breathing deeply.
The guard lowered his spear, "Princess, you know your not supposed to go into the dungeons anymore. Remember what your parents said?"
She jumped at mention of her parents."Oh, but I wasnt in the dungeon. I was...I was....well I...Oh please dont tell Martello! I wasnt practicing or anything. I was just..well I heard a..oh please dont tell. Of my parents find out, they might-"
She stopped, now seeing Pilkaro. She stared at him for a moment, studying his wrinkled skin, his clothy shirt, and then her eyes wandered to his pack. Suddenly, she lunged at him, grabbing both his hands." Your a traveler, arent you!?!Arent you!?! I cant believe-.I've never met a traveler before.How did you find the mountain?Whats your name? What places have you been?What do you have in your pack?Have you any swords? Can you fight with one?Can you teach me how to-"
"Princess!" Martello cried."Your just a young squirrel and you arent aloud no sword. You know that. Now run off and change for the feast tonight. You parents wouldnt like to see you in such a state."
The Princess glared at Martello and was about to protest when the old mouse broke in quickly." Ah yes. The feast. Im going to be putting on a bit of a show for your parents with my trinkets. I do hope you'll be there. I do believe that I know somewhat of swords, and I would be happy to tell you everything I know.Infact, I might just have one in my pack."He caught a quick head shake from Martello, and quickly added,"Only for looking though. Its rather heavy. Im Pilkaro, by the way."
"Oh, Mr Pilkaro, I would love to listen to you. No one in this dull place knows about anything, really. Im always trying to-" she caught Martello's look, and quickly finished." Well, I s'pose I ought to go and change then. And Im Amallo."
"Princess Amallo" corrected Martello as he turned her by the shoulders gave her a shove down the hall.
"Farewell princess" Pilkaro yelled after her " I will see you at the feast,then."
She turned and waved before she rounded the corner and disappeared.
"That one is enough trouble for the whole town, she is" Martello said, but he smiled and chuckled as he said it."Come on, your room is just down the hall."
Pilkaro was lead into a big room, dark, but comfortable enough. A big bed was at the opposite end. And a huge window was at its side, a thin red curtain hing over it.
"You'll be sent for just before the feast begins. You'll find a tub of hot water in that room over there. And a some clean clothes in the chest at the end of the bed. Is there anything else you need, sir?"
"Oh, I think thats about everything I need at the moment, thank you."
"Alright then. Good luck at the banquet tonight then." Martello turned to leave, when Pilkaro stopped him.
"Well, actually, I do have a question. What exactly was the Princess doing to the dungeon?"
Martello sighed, closed the door and faced Pilkaro."Well you see sir, Ama- Princess Amalla has dreams in her head. Dreams a young princess shouldnt have in here head."
" Young? Well, she cant be much younger then you, lad."
" Only a year or two. But the thing is, sir, she wants to be a swordwielder, and that just aint right for a girl. Thats why shes been forbidden to even speak about 'em. See, she used to go into the dungeon and challenge the prisoners that were chained to the wall to duels with sticks. Nearly got killed a few times, saved her myself most of them. When her parents found out, she was banned from the dungeon. But she still sneaks down there at times.Have to keep an eyeon her, we guards do. And that aint to easy thing. Even for me. Im her gaurd when she leaves the palace."
"I see" Pilkaro replied thoughtfully, rubbing his chin .Then, smiled. "Thank you Martello, thats all I need."
Martello smiled back, nodded and left.
Setting his pack on the bed, Pilkaro sighed, crakced his back, and went to wash up for his feast.
