Chapter 1
Allayne finished writing in her book, and put her quill pen away along with her ink. She sighed. This would be a long summer, if her dreams were right. They always were, but she hoped for once, that they were wrong.
It was always the same dream. She was running from the abbey, unable to stay there, because of the deaths and destruction. First the abbot had been found stabbed to death. Two days later, she was the only one left. She ran and ran, then tripped, spiraling around, and saw her attacker. Thats when she woke up screaming.
She shuddered at the thought of the dream. She could never remember the face of the assailent.
Abbot Morty was the first ferret to be abbot of Redwall. He had grown up there, and never had been outside. He was the son of a Warlord that had tried taking the abbey, but was a dibbun then, and didn't remember any of it. He had joked when he became abbot that he was just destined to be a leader. He got along well with all, was well respected, and wise beyond his seasons.
On this particular day, Abbot Morty, or Mort, as he was called, was helping in the kitchens. "Okay, lets get her into the ovens. Skipper! Wash your paws, please, before using the meadowcream. Don't need hotroot in it." As the abbot lifted the cake, along with a few moles, an otter, and a hare, they slid it in, minus a few candied chesnuts. "Fis ill e od, ot!" said the hare, still munching away. "Shame on you Cornelius, that cake was for the dibbuns." Said the abbot, in mock anger. "'E's got ya there, matey. 'E's a ferret, 'n' your a hare." The rest was implied. The abbot kept calm, not wanting to show how much things like that irritated him.
Allayne came in at that moment. "Father Abbot, may I talk to you in private please?"
"Certainly. Friar Bob, I trust you can keep it under control."
They both walked out of the kitchens. "Now, what did you want to tell me about?"
"Not here. In your room."
The abbot was slightly surprised at this, but went along with it. He knew of his Recorders powers. After they reached the room, she closed the windows and the door, even though it was a hot day. Then she spoke. "One week from now, somebeast is going to kill you."
Allayne finished writing in her book, and put her quill pen away along with her ink. She sighed. This would be a long summer, if her dreams were right. They always were, but she hoped for once, that they were wrong.
It was always the same dream. She was running from the abbey, unable to stay there, because of the deaths and destruction. First the abbot had been found stabbed to death. Two days later, she was the only one left. She ran and ran, then tripped, spiraling around, and saw her attacker. Thats when she woke up screaming.
She shuddered at the thought of the dream. She could never remember the face of the assailent.
Abbot Morty was the first ferret to be abbot of Redwall. He had grown up there, and never had been outside. He was the son of a Warlord that had tried taking the abbey, but was a dibbun then, and didn't remember any of it. He had joked when he became abbot that he was just destined to be a leader. He got along well with all, was well respected, and wise beyond his seasons.
On this particular day, Abbot Morty, or Mort, as he was called, was helping in the kitchens. "Okay, lets get her into the ovens. Skipper! Wash your paws, please, before using the meadowcream. Don't need hotroot in it." As the abbot lifted the cake, along with a few moles, an otter, and a hare, they slid it in, minus a few candied chesnuts. "Fis ill e od, ot!" said the hare, still munching away. "Shame on you Cornelius, that cake was for the dibbuns." Said the abbot, in mock anger. "'E's got ya there, matey. 'E's a ferret, 'n' your a hare." The rest was implied. The abbot kept calm, not wanting to show how much things like that irritated him.
Allayne came in at that moment. "Father Abbot, may I talk to you in private please?"
"Certainly. Friar Bob, I trust you can keep it under control."
They both walked out of the kitchens. "Now, what did you want to tell me about?"
"Not here. In your room."
The abbot was slightly surprised at this, but went along with it. He knew of his Recorders powers. After they reached the room, she closed the windows and the door, even though it was a hot day. Then she spoke. "One week from now, somebeast is going to kill you."