Chapter Three
A female to take up Martin's sword?
Violet sighed. Today was a sad day for everyone. Skipper had been everyone's best friend, a cook in the kitchens, a helper to the old and a playmate to the dibbuns. He had always been there to lend a helping paw, to bath the dibbuns, or to cheer someone up. Some people had taken the news badly, like the old Brother Hoben, who had locked himself in the gatehouse and didn't come to dinner. Down in cabin hole, she was sitting with the Eldars disscussing their current situation.
"I say we should appoint a warrior and start training ourselfs for war." said the always fierce Sister Sacharissa, who worked in the Infirmary.
"Martin will choose one when the right person comes into the light." Said Brother William. "It would not be wise to appoint one before then."
The bicker went back and forth, and Violet found her eyes drooping. It was nice and warm in Cavern hole, with the fire roaring in the grate...
The Eldars went quiet as Violet stood up and proclaimed; "Warriors of old, all valiant and pure, Dandin, Mattimeo, Arvin were males for sure, But changes among us are common, 'tis true, And this one comes right out of the blue. Young flower of purple, cook and friend, Shall see to this fight that Redwall will come right in the end. For females are pure and she is the one!" Then Violet collapsed in a heap.
Sargrassium took her sword, Blood-Drinker, off of the two hooks that held it on her wall and took it to the smith's quarters to have it sharpined. She refilled her quiver of arrows and replaced the string on her bow. All of these had been gifts from her father when she was seven seasons old, and she was highly trained in the use of all of them.
On the way to the smith's to get her sword back, she met her father. "Hello, seagrass. [his nick-name for her] I need to tell you somthing." She followed him into his quarters.
"Firstly, I want you to look out for Qimaz and his weasel friend, vorzom. I have some information that they are trying to get some people to form a mutiny. Also, they think that having a woman and a squrrel abord is bad luck. However, if they try anything I'm sure that some true pals of mine will do sommat about the, because everyone likes the way things are run- exept them. Remember my advice, because it's time to get this raid under way!"
A/n:How do you like it? For some of the people who gets seasick at the very thought of living on a boat, here are some of the terms I use (There will be more.)
Sargrassium: An underwater sea plant Under way: When you get ready to sail (getting sails up and stowing loose objects), so it's like time to bet ready.
Pirates and sailors used to think that it was bad luck to go on a boat with a woman, so that's why the crew didn't like her.
A female to take up Martin's sword?
Violet sighed. Today was a sad day for everyone. Skipper had been everyone's best friend, a cook in the kitchens, a helper to the old and a playmate to the dibbuns. He had always been there to lend a helping paw, to bath the dibbuns, or to cheer someone up. Some people had taken the news badly, like the old Brother Hoben, who had locked himself in the gatehouse and didn't come to dinner. Down in cabin hole, she was sitting with the Eldars disscussing their current situation.
"I say we should appoint a warrior and start training ourselfs for war." said the always fierce Sister Sacharissa, who worked in the Infirmary.
"Martin will choose one when the right person comes into the light." Said Brother William. "It would not be wise to appoint one before then."
The bicker went back and forth, and Violet found her eyes drooping. It was nice and warm in Cavern hole, with the fire roaring in the grate...
The Eldars went quiet as Violet stood up and proclaimed; "Warriors of old, all valiant and pure, Dandin, Mattimeo, Arvin were males for sure, But changes among us are common, 'tis true, And this one comes right out of the blue. Young flower of purple, cook and friend, Shall see to this fight that Redwall will come right in the end. For females are pure and she is the one!" Then Violet collapsed in a heap.
Sargrassium took her sword, Blood-Drinker, off of the two hooks that held it on her wall and took it to the smith's quarters to have it sharpined. She refilled her quiver of arrows and replaced the string on her bow. All of these had been gifts from her father when she was seven seasons old, and she was highly trained in the use of all of them.
On the way to the smith's to get her sword back, she met her father. "Hello, seagrass. [his nick-name for her] I need to tell you somthing." She followed him into his quarters.
"Firstly, I want you to look out for Qimaz and his weasel friend, vorzom. I have some information that they are trying to get some people to form a mutiny. Also, they think that having a woman and a squrrel abord is bad luck. However, if they try anything I'm sure that some true pals of mine will do sommat about the, because everyone likes the way things are run- exept them. Remember my advice, because it's time to get this raid under way!"
A/n:How do you like it? For some of the people who gets seasick at the very thought of living on a boat, here are some of the terms I use (There will be more.)
Sargrassium: An underwater sea plant Under way: When you get ready to sail (getting sails up and stowing loose objects), so it's like time to bet ready.
Pirates and sailors used to think that it was bad luck to go on a boat with a woman, so that's why the crew didn't like her.