"Hello my pupil," He said.
Yugo was shocked.
"Sango?"
"Yes, it is I. I see you've figured out who your father was talking about."
"So it is Martin the Warrior that I am supposed to find?" Yugo asked.
"Yes, Yugo. Martin is famed through out Mossflower, for freeing the slaves at Marshank, for freeing Mossflower from the wildcats, and for founding Redwall," Sango replied.
"What is Redwall, Sango?"
"Redwall is the peaceful house that your father mentioned in his poem. When you find Martin, you must find a way to convince him to help you in your journey. Martin is very skilled with a sword, and is very educated in the ways of war."
"Where should I look for him?" Yugo asked, gradually growing anxious.
"That, I cannot tell you. It is part of your training," Sango said.
Yugo was extremely disappointed. There was a brief silence, and then Yugo asked another question.
"Sango, why was I able to come back through to the living world, when it was clear that I had died by that rat?" He asked.
"Well, Yugo, I have spoken with some of the creatures here at the Dark Forest. I have tracked down your grandsire, and spoken with him. It seems that for you, and all your kin, the liquid blot that appears as a doorway to the Forest, has a delay time. Usually, it opens and sucks creatures in right away, then disappears. It only stays for a brief time. But for you, it remained open for a longer time than normal, and I was able to bring you back alive."
Yugo stood in silence. His eyes widened, and asked another question.
"So will you come to me every time I go to sleep?" He asked.
"Ha! Yes, I can! Wonderful, isn't it? I can teach you the ways of the warrior, give you advice, help you on your journey, and doing this all while I'm dead! Sango replied.
"Then you can talk to my father and ask him what he meant by that poem," Yugo said, growing anxious again.
"No, my pupil. That is another lesson. It shall teach you to be wise," Sango replied.
Yugo was disappointed again. He stood in silence once again, thinking.
"So how long have I been sleeping?" He asked his teacher.
Sango thought.
"Hmm…. I have no idea. Ha! You are becoming wise already!" He said. "It's probably around evening time right now. But like I said, I have no idea."
"So why are you young Sango?" Yugo asked, mystified.
Sango smiled.
"That's what happens at the Dark Forest. You become young again. I never thought I would find out what it felt like to be young again, but life has many turns in it." Sango replied.
"Hmm… I think I have been speaking with you for about five minutes. Can you leave my dream whenever you want?" Yugo asked.
"Yes, I think I can. Why? Should I leave right now?"
"No, wait. I am going to try to wake up, then see what time it is right now."
"Alright, try it," Sango replied.
Yugo shook around violently, but he was still asleep. Then he remembered something.
"Sango, you must leave my dream. I remember that when my father came into my dream, he told me the poem, and left. I then came awake."
"Ok, my pupil. Good fortunes go with you," Sango replied.
Then, his figure backed away, and Yugo opened his eyes. He was awake. Pallum entered the room.
"Ah, you're awake already."
Yuly's cave was very small. But, nonetheless, cozy. Martin sat on a stool, carved out of maple wood. Yuly gave him a scone and Martin bit into it bitterly, transfixed upon the flame at the fireplace. Yuly let him sit there. After what seemed like a season, Martin spoke.
"Do you live by yourself, Yuly?" He asked.
"Yes. I feel much better alone. But, I have been alone for so long now. It's good to have some company at last," He replied.
Martin smiled, but soon it turned into a frown. He only picked up one word Yuly had said: alone. Martin grew angry. Everywhere he went, everything he heard, every one he met, reminded him of Rose. He then realized that Yuly saw him trembling, and he forced himself to be calm. Yuly was a very curios vole.
"Martin, I can tell by your eyes that you are a true warrior. Why do you seem so unhappy?"
Martin hesitated. He couldn't tell anyone of his life, for the safety of Noonvale and all of its inhabitants.
"I would love to tell you, Yuly. It would probably make me feel better if I did, but I can't. If I told you, word could get out, and I would be putting many creatures in danger. It's not that I don't trust you to keep a secret, it's just that my life prohibits me from telling anyone," Martin replied.
Yuly nodded understandingly.
"I see," He said. "So you'll be off at dawn then?"
Martin was surprised that Yuly knew his intention of leaving at dawn.
Yuly smiled when he saw Martin's face.
"I have known many warriors. You like to leave without letting anyone know. I suppose all warriors are that way."
Martin nodded, but said nothing. He quickly finished his scone.
"I'm afraid I don't have a bed. I have gotten used to sleeping on the floor myself," Yuly said.
"It's fine, I have slept in much more uncomfortable places before," said Martin.
Martin set his blade to the side of him, lied down on the cave floor, and silently fell asleep.
"I was right, Pallum, Martin is the mouse that I should be looking for. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Yugo asked, as he packed his haversack full of new rations that Pallum gave him.
"We lost touch a long time ago," Pallum replied
"I see. Well, thank you for everything. I might be returning, by the way." Yugo said.
"You will be welcome here anytime. Be careful," Pallum said.
With that, Yugo departed, heading east, and having no plan of how he would find Martin the warrior.
No dreams came to Martin that night, and he was thankful. Most of the dreams he has turn out to be nightmares, about how he wasn't able to save Rose, or about Noonvale being attacked by Badrang. Yuly shook him awake.
"So you'll be on your way then?" The vole asked.
"What time is it?" Martin asked, rubbing sleep out of his drooping eyes.
"It's about an hour 'till dawn. If you're going to leave, then you should do so now. It will be cool for traveling for the next few hours," Yuly said.
Martin nodded.
"I made some extra scones for you on your trip. I also filled a flask of fresh spring water from the brook where I found you, and put a loaf of oat bread with cheese in your haversack. I have already packed everything for you,"
"Thank you, Yuly. You're a good creature with a good heart. Thank you for your hospitality."
Martin then pulled his haversack over his back, buckled his sword to his hip, and departed the cave, with Yuly yelling out to him:
"Be careful Martin. Remember, evil still exists. Good fortunes go with you!"