Chapter 3
The morning transitioned into noon, the sun shined on the leaves of the sycamores and pines. The leaves upon the trees started to change from brown, red, and yellow. One by one, they fell to earth. Inside the walls of Redwall and in Great Hall, and adult Tim Churchmouse and a young adolescent Rollo Bankvole were sitting at the long table discussing the ways of being the Abbey Recorder.
"Listen here, Rollo. Now that you are my apprentice, I want you to take good notes of what I am about to say. Being an Abbey Recorder can be very challenging and sometimes infuriating. However, when overcoming those challenges, it can be fun and exhilarating."
Tim said to his young adolescent bankvole. Rollo nodded and jotted down what Mr. Churhmouse had said.
"You must record every single event in this large book of records, Rollo. From every ceremony, funeral, feast, war, and famine. All must be written in the book."
"Yes sir."
"Good, now for starters, you will follow me around the abbey, and help me look for things to write in the book, just as a practice run, got it?"
"Yup."
"Good, vole. What do you think is a good thing to write in our record book?"
Tim asked his young bankvole apprentice. Rollo scratched his chin and scanned around the room.
"I don't know, maybe we should go outside, that might help us?"
"Lead on, Mr. Rollo."
Tim said as he grabbed the quill feather and ink bottle. The two recorders waltzed out of Great Hall and into the courtyard. Outside, Auma, in her late adolescent stages of badgerhood was being trained by Constance, who was in her elderly stages of her lifespan.
"Auma, being the Guardian of Redwall is a very demanding job, you have to keep the dibbuns in check, help with reconstruction, and help fight off any intruders that may come to our Abbey, if the Redwall Warrior is gone or killed."
Auma nodded her head. Constance continued on.
"For your first task as newly appointed Badermum of Redwall, I want you to help out any creatures inside these walls, that you think is in need of it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"If you'll excuse me, I need to lie my weary bones down."
Constance yawned, she hobbled away from Auma, as she did, Auma scanned around the orchard and courtyard to see if anybeast there needed any help or assistance. She then saw Tim and Rollo sitting on the grass puzzled about something. So she decided to go towards the two.
"Hello Tim, hello Rollo."
"Hello, Auma. How's your training as our new Guardian?"
Tim asked his longtime compatriot. Auma smiled and scratched the back of her head.
"Still a but new at this, how is your Abbey Recorder training coming along?"
"Fine, fine, Rollo's got a lot to learn."
Rollo was too preoccupied with what to write down in his little parchment notebook. Auma let out a silent chuckle.
"Yes he does, Constance wanted me to see if anybeast here at the Abbey needed any assistance or help, so I decided to see if I couldn't help you two out."
"Thank you, Auma. Rollo and I are having a bit of trouble, on what we should write down, as a practice run for when a real event happens, will be ready for it."
Tim annouced to Auma, the new Badgermum scratched the bottom of her chin and twiddled with her smock and apron.
"Hmm, maybe the weather, it's getting a bit nippy."
Tim glanced over to Rollo.
"Did you get that, my novice?"
Tim asked his apprentice, but Rollo was still not paying attention.
"Rollo!"
Auma exclaimed, this made the bankvole jump up a bit. Auma repeated what Tim had asked of him.
"Did you get what Mr. Churchmouse just asked of you?"
"No, Auma."
"He said he wants you to jot down how the weather feels in the book."
Tim handed the large book of records to the tiny paws of Rollo. Upon passing the heavy object, Rollo let out a loud grunt.
"Gaah, help, it's crushing my legs!"
Rollo screamed out, Auma scooted over to where the bankvole was and helped lift the book off of his footpaws. Rollo opened the book to the next fresh piece of parchment was.
"Now, Rollo, write how the weather is."
Tim said. This time upon listening to what his elders and betters told him, Rollo began writing in the record book.
"The winds this season have been getting colder and colder each night, the leaves on the trees have been changing from green to brown. But, there is not all bad things about Autumn, for example, it is the best time to make the Abbey's famous October Ale, and when the naming of the season takes place. - Rollo Bankvole, Apprentice to Tim Churchmouse, Recorde of Redwall Abbey."
Rollo showed his work and the two Dwellers read what his writing had said.
"Good, Rollo, good. We'll let the ink on the parchment dry and once that's done, we start the next lesson. Thank you, Auma."
"Just dong my duties as a Badgermum."
Auma said with a nervous chuckle, her cheeks began to blush a dark shade of pink.
In the Abbey gatehouse, Mattimeo tended to the fire in the furnace.
"There we go, nice and warm."
He announced to himself. Looking over his shoulders he saw his wife, Tess Churchmouse cradling and rocking their newborn son, Martin II. The baby mouse was swaddled in a fluffy brown blanket, made from the old habits of Redwall Brother and Sisters. Matti pulled up a charge near his lovely pair, and sat down, he stroked the mousebabe's cheek ad he slept comfortably in his mother's arm.
"I will not let anybeast hurt the two of you, I will do my duty as the Warrior of Redwall, just as my father did 7 Seasons ago."
Mattimeo quietly said to his wife and sleeping son. Tess smiled at her loving husband and continued to rock her son back and forth, back and forth. Mattimeo walked away from the pair and dusted his green and red tunic from the ashes of the fire. Matti was known for not wanting to wear an Abbey habit, despite their extremely confortable and warm statures. He then took a seat at his table. Think how Sam and Elmtail were doing?