Interlude.

The present day.

"Sorry to interrupt your story in such an interesting place, but I think it is past time when our young friends should be in their beds. I confess, I need some sleep myself."

The Recorder looked at Myrai, then at the fireplace, where nothing but cooling ash remained. "As it seems, you are right. Sorry everybeast, there are aplenty of pages left, and Father Abbot would have a word with me, if I keep you here to sunrise and past."

"Agaaain…" Tyngert stretched in his chair, before standing. He and the other young creatures indeed were getting sleepy, so they did not complain in greater length, as Myrai herded them out of the door.

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Next morning the Recorder was clearing the table after breakfast, when Myrai knocked on his door.

"Come in, come in. Oh, it is you. Good morning. I must say, your visit is not unexpected."

Myrai shrugged. She clearly went to the Library straight after her own breakfast. The Recorder could smell fish from her. "Good morning. Is what I'll say next not unexpected either?"

"You will say: "Did you really wrote down everything we've talked about before in that book?""

"So, did you? Do you really believe it is time to unfold everything before the youngsters?"

"I did, and I do. I am very sorry, but our disagreement still stands. Besides, you know that this is not the matter of my will alone."

Myrai shook her head. "I know. Still… Can I read the book now? I want to be the first reader of the final part."

"Sure. I put it there."

The Recorder kept looking at Myrai as she picked up the hefty tome, and moved to sit in her huge chair. His expression was blank and unreadable.

Author's notes: Whew. The Book 3 is over and only one book remains in the Weaves of Destiny. Things are speeding up towards the finale.

Once again thanks to everyone who reviewed, favored or read this story. Here are a few answers to those who left more detailed reviews:

Flakjackal: Sorry for the spelling errors. Most of the story did not have a beta reader and still doesn't. I reread every chapter before posting, but this is not enough to catch all.

As about effectiveness of chainmail, IRL people in chainmail, as evidenced by accounts of the Crusades, could be shot with dozens of arrows, and end up barely scratched, so the story rather understates it effectiveness – for a dramatic effect or because furry creatures cannot wear thick padding that people historically wore beneath their chainmails, without a heatstroke, you decide for yourself.

BobStoryBuilder: I think at this point it should be quite apparent that Ubel uses actual magic. Of course, he has yet to do anything we couldn't see in canonical Redwall stories – future seeing, sending dream messages, or horrid nightmares. The main difference is, this time it is the bad guy who has access to magic, and is using it for his evil goals. Of course, our usual Redwall sender of miracles has one-upped evil again in the next-to-last proper chapter. But that too is based on canonical stories, even if not as firmly – I am sure you can remember examples from Redwall books where a wielder of the Sword of Martin easily won fights in which logically he or she should have been crushed.

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