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Sister Whitney walked in first and placed her paw on her lips. The two ladies were laying in bed with bandages covering them and their left arms in slings. Serkin looked upon Trinity's face. Under the nasty bruises and cuts he cloud still see the beautiful face he couldn't keep his eyes off of. Skipper noticed the sad look on Serkin's face and had an idea.
"Serkin, why don't we go and give Friar Bungo a visit. I hear that he needs all the help he can get for the feast." Serkin quickly perked up to the idea of helping the Friar. For as long as he could remember, he loved working in the kitchens. Friar Bungo always said that he would become the next head cook of Redwall, but Serkin always wanted to be a warrior. Serkin glanced at Trinity before he headed to the kitchens with Skipper. As they walked down the stairs and through halls he talked to himself. Who was my father? Was he a warrior or a farmer? Do I have a mother? Serkin rolled his eyes at himself. Of course he had a mother!
They walked into Great Hall and passthe Tapestry of Martin the Warrior. Serkin always looked at it when he walked by. He enjoyed looking at the enemies of Martin running in terror as he leans on his sword. He wasabout to round the corner when Serkin looked at the Tapestry and stopped. Were his eyes tricking him or did Martin just wave. He shrugged and headed into the kitchens.
They walked into the kitchens and found woodlanders scurrying around making the food for the feast. Friar Bungo was a large, jolly dormouse who, if allowed, would marry a sack of candy chestnuts. He always had a some in his apron pockets and would always be seen snacking on them while he worked. Friar Bungo looked up from a dough he was working on tofind Skipper and Serkin coming in. He threw his paws up in mock dispair, while launching flower everywhere.
"Oh lack a day! Now we will never get anything done around here!" Serkin laughed and grabbed his apron, made especially for him, and helped the Friar put some scones into the oven.
"Don't worry about me Friar, I came just to help make food. Skipper, I think he came to just sample everything." Serkin turned around to find Skipper about to take a trifle from a cooling rack when his niece, Ferwil, rapped his paw with a ladle.
"Don't ye dare touch those Uncle Skip! Them be for ther feast ternight." Skipper looked down at his paws like a dibbun being punished.
"But... I was just hungry. Are ye shure I can't have one." Ferwil rolled her eyes and shooed her uncle away from the trifles.
"Oh, like yer starving ter death. Go help the others make a pot of Watershrimp and Hotroot soup. Yer is always the best." Skipper did as he was biddened and helped make the soup. Serkin yakked at the thought of hotroot. He, like most woodlanders, are not fond of the spiceness of hotroot. But otters can handle amounts that would make fish burn in water. He went to the storage room to get some leeks and foundSister Lilly, Friar Bungo'sassistant. She was an energetic old mouse who seemed to always be in the kitchens, like the Friar. She turned to Serkin from the top of a ladder and smiled.
"Hello Serkin, it is always a pleasure seeing you." Serkin smiled back.
"Thank you, Sister. I always enjoy seeing you... I think you look younger today." Sister Lilly laughws as she pulled on a bag of potatoes. They barley moved and she pulled harder. Suddenly the bags goes flying, and so does the Sister. Sister Lilly screamedand landed in Serkin's arms. He put her down as she brushed off her habit.
"Whoo... nothing like a little excitement to keep you awak in the morning." Serkin laughed and watched at she struggled to carry the bag of potatoes to Friar Bungo. The bag slippedthrough her grasp and land on her tail. She leaned over to pick it up when her square specticles fall off. She grumbled a phrase, that would make any creature blush, and searched around for her glasses. She suddenly felt the bag get lifted off her tail and her glasses pushed into her paw.
"Great seasons, marm. A pretty young mouse like you shouldn't be carrying this." Sister Lilly could easily reconize Skipper's voice.
"Stop teasing me, Skip. But if you don't mind, can you lift a tray of strawberry scones from the oven. It would be a lot of help." She was about to walk away when she turned around and wagged her paw at him. "And I better not find one of them missing. I know exactly how many there were when I put them in." Skipper chuckled as he pulled them from the oven. The smells from the kitchen slowly escaped and drifted throughout the Abbey giving all the residents a preview of the feast.
Vilag Deatheye walked through a black mist when he saw a dark shape coming toward him. It soon revealed warrior mouse in armor. It pointed a huge double-bladed sword at him.
"Death will come to you if you go to Redwall," Vilag just stared at the mouse, and showed no fear.
"Really... what makes you say that?" The mouse in armor took a step back in surprise. He had never before encountered a vermin who wasn't scared of him. Vilag gave an evil smile at the warrior mouse's surprise.
"What's wrong? Were you suppose to scare me?... Martin" Martin the Warrior took another step back. How did Vilag know it was him? Vilag's eyes gleamed with intensity. He knew he had Martin where he wanted him.
"I know who you are, Martin. My mother told me how you came into my father's dreams and tried to scare him. This time it won't work! I will destroy Redwall Abbey at all costs." The black mist engulfs Martin as he fled from the Vilag Deatheye's mind.
The sun rose over the rough ocean to shine upon Salamandstron. Vilag Deatheye woke with new courage flowing through. Even though he didn't show it, he was nervous when he first saw Martin in his dream. Before he could continue to think a knock rang on the door. Vilag took Lord Odron's old room as his own. He walked past a wall full of weapons where some would take his entire horde to lift. He opened the door to find Blackeye standing in the doorway.
"What do yer want?" The weasel trembled as he replied.
"Sir, t-the army is ready ter march. We are waiting yer order, captain." Vilag took his gold silk cloak from a hanger and drapped it over his shoulders. He then grabbed his scimitar and pushed Blackeye aside.
"Good, I want them to double march until dusk." They walked outside to see the land crowed by rats, stoats, weasels, and a few foxes. Vilag stepped onto a rock and raised his scimitar. Silence quickly fell over the massive horde.
"Today, my followers. We will march to Redwall Abbey and destroy it. If any beast tries to stop us, kill them with no mercy. Kill all of them. They men, the women, and... the young ones." There were a few gasps as they heard Vilag say that. He gave a wicked smile before he pointed his scimitar west. "We march west until dusk... Move out!" Drumbeats rolled over the land as the mossive horde marched across the shore. His flag, a red eye with a scimitar through it, waved high above the horde. He marched in front as his most faithful warriors took the back. To move stragelers along. The biggest horde ever seen in Mossflower, was moving toward Redwall.