(Brockhall)
The four Redwallers look at each other for a second, then Macron rushed over and looked behind the beautiful piece of art. He came back shaking his head.
"Tis no use. Its not there, friends. It is probably at the other tapestry, though the problem is we don't exactly know where it is."
Constance looked a little disappointed, then brightened up. "I know!" she barked out loud, which made her companions visibly jump. "What about the part where the restorers haven't gone? Its probably still there."
Macron came up and patted her back. "Good thinking, marm. Come on, let's go."
They had been walking for a while until they came to the construction zone. Past that was a dark and mysterious place. They had been walking for about half an hour when Rackle sat down on the cold floor. "Urr, oi doant loik this place one bet. Et all dark an hurrowaahhhhh!!!" Apparently the floor where he was sitting was not very firm, so he fell through the floor. It was not a very deep hole so everyone heared a 'thump'.
Macron rushed to where the hole was. He called down to his friend below. "Hey Rackle, are you all right?"
There was a answer down below. "Hurr, oi be foin, zurr Marcon. Et be turrbly damp down yurr. Come on down whur oi am."
The others slid down to see why he wanted them. It took Constance a difficulty to go down the small hole.
"What is this place?" Bangle asked inquisitively.
"Mates, look at this!" Macron said triumphantly. Soon they were all staring fixedly at a beautifully detailed tapestry. "Are you thinking what im thinking?" Bangle asked. "Hurr, iom bet you an acorn to an oak that oi am, zurr," Rackle said excitedly. Constance flapped up the tapestry to reveal another poem in small print.
(Redwall Abbey)
"Well, we jolly made it, sah. We found the old Abbey," sighed the weary general Scarum as the tired hares of Salamandastron marched on. Having just heard this from a scout, even though the army was still in the woods they were a good deal of miles to go, Lord Saxtus felt new energy surge through his bone weary body.
The 6,000 hares started to speed up when a otter came bounding up, right up to the Badger Lord.
"Good evening to ye Saxtus, me ole mate!"
Suddenly, realization hit Lord Saxtus and general Scarum like a hammer to the face.
"Kroova wave dog! I should have know it was you!" Saxtus cried out with a bark, which made everybody jump a foot in the air. He tossed aside his battle ax and began to wrestle with the otter.
"Huh, fine thing acting like a Dibbun with your a jolly badger lord, wot!" Scarum sniffed, but after a couple seconds he leapt in the fray, causing dust clouds. For a few minutes the all the hares could hear were grunts and the occasional 'wot!'. After a couple minutes they got up, dusted off, and Saxtus retrieved his war ax.
"So, what are you doing this far inland? And where is your family?" Saxtus asked.
Suddenly Kroova's attitude changed. He walked a couple paces a log to sit on, and began to weep.
"What..." Saxtus was beginning to say when Kroova muttered his pitiful tale
"It was horrible, our whole community was massacred. We were all caught off guard. It was a clear day, and we were just out living our lives. Luckily the farming fields was a league away from our settlement, so there were no young ones or misses around.
"A big ship came and all sorts of vermin came jumping off the ship which bore the name 'Waveterror'. Then a ferret came out shouting orders. Those scum killed most of us. We had to flee! It was our only hope, we could do nothin."
Scarum came over and sat down with Kroova.
"There there, old bean, your okay now- but how did you escape?"
Kroova sniffed and stood up. "Later mate, let's git something to eat first."
"Ah... Fodder.", sighed Scarum with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Rights mates, on to Redwall," Saxtus said encouragingly.
"Ye mean Brockhall mate," Kroova said, "You only passed it a couple minutes ago. Its a great place. You'll like it, Saxtus, it was crafted by badgers, so ye will like it. Plus, breakfast is almost ready."
"Ah.... Fodder." Scarum said again, this time licking his lips.
(Later at Brockhall)
Everybeast had abandoned their duties to wash up for breakfast. The aromas from the kitchen smelled delicious. Some creatures were sitting down, some were helping with the Dibbuns, and some were just savoring the sweat smells. When every one settled into their seats, the Abbess stood up to give a prayer.
Let us live our lives long
and fates and fortune
for those who have gone
so when - -
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Well curl me whiskers..." a mouse says to himself.
"Freedom," called abbess Emma.
"Yes marm?" the mouse called back.
"Can you please go see who that is? A creature who knocks like that must be big in size!"
"Yes marm," Freedom jumped up and ran to the door and opened it slowly.
The four Redwallers look at each other for a second, then Macron rushed over and looked behind the beautiful piece of art. He came back shaking his head.
"Tis no use. Its not there, friends. It is probably at the other tapestry, though the problem is we don't exactly know where it is."
Constance looked a little disappointed, then brightened up. "I know!" she barked out loud, which made her companions visibly jump. "What about the part where the restorers haven't gone? Its probably still there."
Macron came up and patted her back. "Good thinking, marm. Come on, let's go."
They had been walking for a while until they came to the construction zone. Past that was a dark and mysterious place. They had been walking for about half an hour when Rackle sat down on the cold floor. "Urr, oi doant loik this place one bet. Et all dark an hurrowaahhhhh!!!" Apparently the floor where he was sitting was not very firm, so he fell through the floor. It was not a very deep hole so everyone heared a 'thump'.
Macron rushed to where the hole was. He called down to his friend below. "Hey Rackle, are you all right?"
There was a answer down below. "Hurr, oi be foin, zurr Marcon. Et be turrbly damp down yurr. Come on down whur oi am."
The others slid down to see why he wanted them. It took Constance a difficulty to go down the small hole.
"What is this place?" Bangle asked inquisitively.
"Mates, look at this!" Macron said triumphantly. Soon they were all staring fixedly at a beautifully detailed tapestry. "Are you thinking what im thinking?" Bangle asked. "Hurr, iom bet you an acorn to an oak that oi am, zurr," Rackle said excitedly. Constance flapped up the tapestry to reveal another poem in small print.
(Redwall Abbey)
"Well, we jolly made it, sah. We found the old Abbey," sighed the weary general Scarum as the tired hares of Salamandastron marched on. Having just heard this from a scout, even though the army was still in the woods they were a good deal of miles to go, Lord Saxtus felt new energy surge through his bone weary body.
The 6,000 hares started to speed up when a otter came bounding up, right up to the Badger Lord.
"Good evening to ye Saxtus, me ole mate!"
Suddenly, realization hit Lord Saxtus and general Scarum like a hammer to the face.
"Kroova wave dog! I should have know it was you!" Saxtus cried out with a bark, which made everybody jump a foot in the air. He tossed aside his battle ax and began to wrestle with the otter.
"Huh, fine thing acting like a Dibbun with your a jolly badger lord, wot!" Scarum sniffed, but after a couple seconds he leapt in the fray, causing dust clouds. For a few minutes the all the hares could hear were grunts and the occasional 'wot!'. After a couple minutes they got up, dusted off, and Saxtus retrieved his war ax.
"So, what are you doing this far inland? And where is your family?" Saxtus asked.
Suddenly Kroova's attitude changed. He walked a couple paces a log to sit on, and began to weep.
"What..." Saxtus was beginning to say when Kroova muttered his pitiful tale
"It was horrible, our whole community was massacred. We were all caught off guard. It was a clear day, and we were just out living our lives. Luckily the farming fields was a league away from our settlement, so there were no young ones or misses around.
"A big ship came and all sorts of vermin came jumping off the ship which bore the name 'Waveterror'. Then a ferret came out shouting orders. Those scum killed most of us. We had to flee! It was our only hope, we could do nothin."
Scarum came over and sat down with Kroova.
"There there, old bean, your okay now- but how did you escape?"
Kroova sniffed and stood up. "Later mate, let's git something to eat first."
"Ah... Fodder.", sighed Scarum with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Rights mates, on to Redwall," Saxtus said encouragingly.
"Ye mean Brockhall mate," Kroova said, "You only passed it a couple minutes ago. Its a great place. You'll like it, Saxtus, it was crafted by badgers, so ye will like it. Plus, breakfast is almost ready."
"Ah.... Fodder." Scarum said again, this time licking his lips.
(Later at Brockhall)
Everybeast had abandoned their duties to wash up for breakfast. The aromas from the kitchen smelled delicious. Some creatures were sitting down, some were helping with the Dibbuns, and some were just savoring the sweat smells. When every one settled into their seats, the Abbess stood up to give a prayer.
Let us live our lives long
and fates and fortune
for those who have gone
so when - -
KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Well curl me whiskers..." a mouse says to himself.
"Freedom," called abbess Emma.
"Yes marm?" the mouse called back.
"Can you please go see who that is? A creature who knocks like that must be big in size!"
"Yes marm," Freedom jumped up and ran to the door and opened it slowly.