User blog:Martin2/The Storm



For those confused, a score is twenty and a season is one fourth a year.

Prologue
The ancient mouse slowly stood up and approached the gathered Dibbuns. “Well that’s the end of that story, young uns.” He intoned. The Dibbuns groaned collectively. “Wanta’ nother’ story Brother Savus’!!!” A mousebabe cried. Salvus the Elder grinned and reached for a tome on the Gatehouse shelf. “This story is an old favorite of mine.” He said. The dust flew as he opened the dusty old volume. He began to read.

Chapter 1
Coll fell down over the dormitory stairs onto the sandstone floor. “Oarrin, you….! I’ll pay you back for that!” Oarrin, who had pushed Coll down the steps, ran away laughing. Coll rose to his paws and glanced at the empty holders driven into the wall for the Sword of Martin the Warrior. For what must have been the millionth he wished the legendary weapon was still at the Abbey. It had been stolen some seasons ago when the previous Abbey Warrior was overwhelmed by a vermin horde. Though the Long Patrol had arrived in time to defeat the band, the sword was never recovered. He stood there, lost in thought until Mary the Badgermum bumped into him. She was in charge of the Abbey in the absence of either an or  since old Abbot Mahrk many seasons ago. “Coll, idle paws never did anybeast good!” she scolded. Coll backed away, muttering apologies. “Go to the kitchens and help the Friar out, young man!” Mary ordered. “Yes, ma’am.” Said Coll. “You should be more like Oarrin, now there’s a respectable mouse!” she yelled after him. If only she knew, thought Coll. He knew from bitter experience that Oarrin could do no wrong in the eyes of the elders. Anything Coll told them was just trying to blot the mouse’s good record. He gazed longingly at the empty sword hanger, then hurried off to the kitchen’s before Mary got after him again.

***
A pair of yellow eyes stared out from the darkness of the night in Mossflower. Elledis, the Warlord of the southern coasts, was alive! They had all thought her to be dead when she was carried off by the hawk, but no, nobeast alive could defeat her! She had lost her marvelous blade during the fall, but she would reclaim that later. The only thought in her mind now was revenge! Revenge on those Abbey bumpkins and those despicable hares! She would lay a blade to them all!

***
Lord Thunderstripe of Salamandastron gazed out towards the distant eastern woods. Although he could not see it, he knew exactly where Redwall Abbey was in his line of vision. He turned back to his forge and loaded coal into it. He began to pound at the steel he had selected and it was soon an elegant rapier. He was troubled by the battle at Redwall Abbey some six seasons back. He could not believe that a Warlord like Elledis could have been killed by a mere fall. No, she would return, and with no warrior to protect them, Redwall Abbey would be at her mercy.

Chapter 2
The wandering bands of ferrets were camped in Mossflower woods, completely lost. Splitfang, their pathfinder, had led them to these woods from the flatlands, but there they could not find anything. Their leader, Choptooth, was berating the pathfinder mercilessly. “Ya think you can jus go and getta us lost?!!” he shouted at him as he beat him with the flat of his rusty blade. “Not entirely lost...” said a female voice from somewhere. Choptooth stopped beating Splitfang and looked up. “oose’ there?” he asked. “Only me.” Again, the voice came from nowhere. “Show yerself!” demanded Choptooth. “Very Well.” Replied the voice. There was a swishing noise and a cloaked and hooded figure stepped forth from the undergrowth. “You’re actually quite near the largest building you’ve ever seen.” The figure said. “With treasure and food aplenty.” Choptooth was surprised “What, out ere’ in dis forest?” he asked. “Less than a day’s march North of here.” The figure said. “Jus’ one ting’. Who are you?” Choptooth asked. The figure seemed to twitch, and then the blade was at Choptooth’s throat. He fell to the ground with a surprised gurgle. “I’m your leader. Everybeast, follow me!” the figure shouted, and then turned and walked North.The ferrets hurried after her.

***
Coll trudged into the kitchens. Friar Dan looked up. “Coll, there’s some pots and pans need scrubbing here.” He said. Coll grudgingly obliged the Friar and began scrubbing. It was many hours before the lot of them had been scrubbed clean. Friar Dan looked at the rows of cooking ware. “Good work, young un’. Go on, you’re finished here.” Coll nodded and speedily exited the kitchens. He strolled out into Great Hall and gazed the tapestry of Martin the Warrior. As always the eyes seemed to be looking directly at him. The sun was hot and Coll was tired. He slowly drifted off to sleep. Coll sat bolt upright. He was in the Great Hall, but a sword was on the holder above the tapestry. It was a magnificent blade. With a cross hilt and a blood channel, it gleamed with the fire of the stars themselves. It indeed had a deadly beauty. Coll just then noticed the figure, standing directly in front of Martin on the tapestry. It was Martin the Warrior. A thrill of exhilaration ran through Coll. Martin spoke.

“My sword shall be held by a liar, a knave.

Who vermin warlord shall send to his grave. The fit one to wield it, a warrior so brave, Will come forth to take it, the Abbey to save.” Coll woke. He had no memory of his dream.

***
Lord Thunderstripe of Salamandastron sat at the head of the table in the regimental mess hall. He looked at all the seated hares and said “Hares of Salamandastron! I believe the threat to our friends at Redwall has not ended. Therefore, I am sending a scoscore of Long Patrol fighters to Redwall to help defend them. Brigadier Fleectspaw will select the best fighters. I bid them make haste!” he boomed. Thunderstripe turned and marched out of the room. Fleectspaw turned on the hares and began his selection. Soon a score of hares were armed and ready to march for Redwall Abbey.

***
Elledis marched at the head of the mangy band of vermin she had recruited. Some stoats, ferrets, a few weasels like herself, although she preferred her underlings not to know her species. The long cloak hid most of her body from view, and, coupled with the hood, the only part of her visible was her paws and her yellow eyes, staring from the blackness under the hood. She was marching in a confusing pattern all over Mossflower, recruiting any beast she came across. She had a hoard of just over fivescore beasts. This should be enough to take the Abbey, she thought. Her revenge would come soon. The Abbey would be her fortress!

Chapter 3
The Jackdaw circled the large red building. He landed on the top to sleep. It was then he saw the shiny object on the lower rooftop. He flew down to investigate. A sword! It was very shiny. The Jackdaw pulled it from the roof and began to fly to his nest in the forest.

***
Elledis spotted a Jackdaw. It was carrying something. It was her sword, the one she had taken from that Abbey fool! She grabbed a bow and aimed. A sudden gust of wind drew her arrow off course and hit the Jackdaw in the wing. With a cry, the bird dropped the sword and tried to fly further. The weasel’s next shot did not miss. The Jackdaw plummeted to Earth.

***
Coll wandered out onto the Abbey grounds. It was dark, but he could make out the falling object above. He ran to one side and hid by the wall. The falling object struck the ground and buried itself in the dirt. It was a sword. Not just any sword, but the greatest blade ever forged. It was the Sword of Martin the Warrior! “Mary! Everybeast! Come and see this!” Coll yelled. Oarrin watched from the dormitory window.

***
Elledis had established herself as “The Hooded One” among her horde, now containing over tenscore soldiers. She brandished the steel blade she had found for herself, swishing through the air. Her bow, made of the hardest woods and the best string, was slung over her back. “Hordebeasts!” she cried “Tonight we march on the great Red Abbey! We will conquer and destroy! None shall defeat the armies of the Hooded One!” Corporal Denspaw of the Long Patrol listened to the speech of the Horde leader. “The blinking ole’ hoody one’s got them all in a tizzy, wot wot!” he said to himself, before hurrying off to report to the Brigadier.

***
Oarrin came downstairs the following morning and went straight to the Badgermum Mary. “I had a dream last night.” He said. “Martin the Warrior was there!” Mary suddenly became quite interested. “What did he say?” she inquired. “He had his sword with him! He pointed at me and said ‘You are the one to wield my blade’. What does that mean?” Mary was elated. “Don’t you see? That means you are to be the next Abbey Warrior! I knew a good one like you would be!” Mary exited with Oarrin in tow. This was going to be easier than he thought.

***
Coll heard Oarrin describing his “dream” to Mary and saw the conspiratorial smile on Oarrin’s face. Suddenly the memory of his dream rushed back to him. “My sword shall be held by a liar, a knave,” Oarrin was the biggest liar Coll knew. But what about the second line, “Who vermin warlord shall send to his grave?” Coll didn’t want that fate on anybeast, even Oarrin. He would have to talk to Oarrin and convince him to stop masquerading as Martin’s chosen warrior. However, there was still a possibility that Oarrin had been chosen by Martin, and the liar and knave could be some vermin that could try to steal it, and, when said vermin failed, it could be killed by its warlord. Coll grudgingly accepted that Oarrin was probably chosen and he was just jealous. However, Coll could not get rid of the nagging doubt that something was not quite right with the whole episode.

***
Brigadier Fleectspaw listened carefully to Denspaw’s report. “And their leader, the Hoody One or whatnot, said they’d march on the bloomin’ Abbey tonight, wot wot!” the Corporal finished. The experienced Brigadier made an instant decision. “Then we’ll bally well get there first, wot wot!” he yelled. In less than two minutes the score of hares were on the march.

***
Elledis, The Hooded One, was on the move with her tenscore beasts behind her. All that dared to oppose her would die!

Chapter 4
Coll sat gazing at the tapestry in the fading light. Once again he found himself nodding off. Martin stood in front of him. Coll was surprised. Why would Martin come to him, a common Abbey dweller? Martin looked angry, but not wrathful. “Coll,” he boomed “The Abbey is falling. Go now, go-“ Coll woke up. Oarrin was poking him. “Hey, Coll.” He sneered, “Look at this!” Oarrin was carrying the sword of Martin. He twirled it somewhat clumsily. “Oh can’t you do any better than that?” Coll asked, disgusted. “I’m the Abbey Warrior now. Be more respectful!” Oarrin said. He prodded Coll with the sword. “I can do better than that, let me see it.” Coll said. “You aren’t the Abbey Warrior, so you can’t wield the sword!” said Oarrin. “Are you just afraid I’ll show you up?” asked Coll, jeering, although something in his mind told him he shouldn’t. “Not at all.” Oarrin said. “Here, take it.” Coll grasped the legendary sword firmly in his paws and felt that thrill of exhilaration he had felt when he had first seen the blade in his dream. He twirled it a few times and extinguished a candle with an expert swipe. He halved a cake on the table and then an apple. He finished with a twirl and finally throwing the sword, embedding it in a stone column. It was only then he realized he had not even known he was using the blade. He saw Martin in his mind, striding forward. It was then he knew. He was the rightful Abbey Warrior and Oarrin was a lying coward. He was so gleeful in this triumphant thought he didn’t notice Oarrin had tugged the sword free and was pointing it at him. “Leave the Abbey.” He said. Coll was puzzled, and then he realized that Oarrin would not want anybeast to know Coll had bested him with the sword. Coll also realized there was no way he could stop Oarrin from killing him if he didn’t comply. “You wouldn’t kill another Abbeybeast.” Coll said. “Try me.” Oarrin replied coolly. Suddenly Coll was filled with bitter resentment. “Fine.” He said “I wouldn’t want to remain in an Abbey with a coward like you, anyway.” Coll opened the Main Gate and stepped onto the path.

Chapter 5
Friar Dan stood on the walltop enjoying an evening snack. He could make out columns of dust billowing out across the road in the distance. “Somebeast’s coming!” he yelled down the stairs. Mary ran up to the walltop with Oarrin. “Your eyes are better than mine, young, un’, What do you see?” she said. Oarrin looked out at the road. “Umm… Some hares, about a score. It’s the Long Patrol!” Mary ran back down the steps again. “Open the gates!” she yelled. She stopped and turned to the Friar. “Friar, you should prepare some extra food tonight. Those hares are stomachs on legs.” The Friar followed her down muttering something about being eaten out of house and home. Oarrin smiled. Mary hadn’t even thought to question him, so Coll had left and hadn’t told anyone about the occurrence. His power over the Abbey was absolute. No, he thought. He didn’t want power, just respect. But everyone respected you before you wrongfully became warrior and threatened another mouse, said a voice in his head. He shook his head. The last thing he wanted was a troubled conscience.

***
Coll settled down to sleep by the remains of his little fire. The dying embers cast eerie shadows around the clearing he had chosen to camp in. It had turned out that his dream was just a dream, after all. Why else didn’t Martin tell everybeast about Oarrin’s lies? Martin was just a picture on the old tapestry in Great Hall. Coll slept.

***
Coll was once again sitting in Great Hall. Martin was standing there. He once again looked very angry. “You have given in to lies. Go back to the Abbey!” he thundered, and then he drew his sword, striking Coll in the footpaw. Coll screamed out in pain. The stoat’s sword struck at the sleeping mouse’s footpaw. The mouse screamed out in pain. Coll awoke with a start. “Old’ it right there, mousy! You’re our prisoner now!

***
Elledis heard a report of a mouse being captured not far from the camp. She instantly addressed her troops. “We shall not march tonight!” she said. “We have captured a beast from the Abbey we are to invade. We will question it and then launch our attack once we have the information I desire.” She quickly took twoscore of her soldiers and went to the area.

***
Coll woke at the sharp pain and saw that he had been stabbed in the footpaw by a stoat. He glanced around at the band of five vermin, all stoats. They had surrounded him while he slept. Coll cursed himself for not setting some king of trap. He moved slightly and the sword their leader carried was suddenly on the ground. Coll grabbed the sword and stabbed upwards. “Redddwaalllllllllllll!” He cried. He could feel power coursing through his veins and a red mist clouded his eyes. By the time he had regained control of himself, all five stoats had been laid low. He looked up and saw two glowing eyes in the bushes. A cloaked figure steeped out and drew a sword. “So, you’re from Redwall Abbey?” she asked. Coll met her gaze. “Not anymore.” He said coolly. “A deserter, eh? Well, how’d you like to tell me all about their warriors, defenses and such?” She replied, in a businesslike tone. Coll chuckled somewhat. “Warriors? What warriors? All they’ve got is-“He stopped as he saw an armored figure striding from the bush. It was Martin! “A traitor deserves no life, Coll!” he said. Coll backed away. “I’d sooner die!” he said to the figure. “So be it.” The figure said. twoscore vermin surrounded Coll. “Tie him up without food or water!” she told them. “And if you don’t talk,” she said to Coll, “Tell the gatekeeper of Dark Forest that Elledis the Hooded One sent you!”

***
Mary had been right to ask Friar Dan to cook extra. The Long Patrol hares guzzled and put away food like no other beasts. Many of the Dibbuns looked on in awe at the amazing scoffing abilities of the hares. “Mfff… Good show, putting all this absoballylutley scrumptious scoff out for us, wot wot? I say, pass some of that… mfff.. pudding! Capitol stuff, wot wot!” Mary stood up and called for silence. “Something tells me you have not come just to say hello, Brigadier. What is it?” Fleectspaw stood up. “Well, Mary me ole’ gel, it’s really quite simple. Our Thunderstripe sent us to jolly well defend you. Some Vermin lord called the bloomin’ Hoody one or something like that, wot wot!” Mary was alarmed. “Hooded One? What? A vermin lord?” Sergeant Cormstanp glowered at Oarrin. “Good show you’ve got a blooming warrior, wot wot?”

***
Oarrin had suspected the Sergeant didn’t like him the whole time, but that sarcastic remark had confirmed it. The tension was growing. “I say, that’s quite right ole chap!” Oarrin said in a passable imitation of a hare. The tension in the room immediately slackened and there was even laughter. Cormstanp was still obviously distrusting but held his tongue from then on.

Chapter 6
Martin the Warrior sighed. In his realm somewhere between Dark Forest and life he walked with others destined to help the living, he had thought that Coll was the right choice to become Abbey Warrior. But had he been wrong for the first time?

***
Coll was tied to a post in the center of the Warlord’s camp. His struggles had come to no avail. He was trapped there completely. Many times vermin had prodded or poked him, but he had not uttered a word to anybeast since he had been capture, afraid his tongue would slip and he would give away something he hadn’t already blabbed to the enemy. Maybe now he should tell them exactly who to kill for him? He was such an idiot! He needed a plan. The Abbey must be warned.

***
Kalda Stormdog watched the vermin camp from within the trees. He turned to his companion, a squirrel, and nodded silently. The squirrel was gone in the blink of an eye, of among the trees. Kalda drew his sword and waited for the signal.

***
Coll was once again in the Great Hall of Redwall Abbey staring at Martin the warrior. “I failed Martin. Now I’m going to die, just like I deserve.” Coll said. Martin looked at him, and then began to speak. “Trust in the rouges,

They know the way.

Do not trust the serpents,

No truth do they say.

Continue to mountain of fire and stone,

Bring help to your Abbey, then you shall atone.”

Martin stopped and looked at Coll. “Remember my words, Coll. Your time has not yet come.”

***
Treeslinger the squirrel jumped from branch to branch in Mossflower woods. Finally coming to rest in a sturdy Oak, he surveyed the scene. There were assorted vermin camped all around the clearing. He studied the mouse tied up in the center intently. He was wearing some sort of robe, what were they called? Habits, that was it! So this mouse was from some sort of Abbey, probably Redwall if he was captured in this area. He unpacked his sling and stone bag and dropped two guards with efficiency. Good, nobeast had noticed. He gave the call of a chickadee, the signal to his partner Kalda. The otter crashed through the bracken carrying his sword aloft. Did he know the meaning of stealth? Treeslinger leapt from the tree and started towards the mouse.

***
The Long Patrol hares were enjoying a festive luncheon. The vermin had missed their date of attack by almost three days. All were enjoying the food until Ferdul the squirrel ran in and shouted “Coll, where’s Coll?” Mary looked at him in surprise “What are you talking about? I saw Coll only-” Realization dawned on her. “Has anybeast seen Coll recently?” she asked. Nobeast answered. “Lost one of your lot, wot wot?” Colonel Saberd asked. “We’ll have to jolly well go and find im’ then!” said the Brigidiar.

***
Oarrin watched from the top stairs and heard all. He was alarmed. If the Long Patrol found Coll then- No, he would not allow that. “No need.” He said, coming down the stairs. “I’ll go and find him.” Oarrin had a plan. He would find Coll and chase him so far out of Mossflower nobeast would ever find him. If he resisted, well Oarrin would do what he had to.

Chapter 7
Coll woke from his dream. Trust in the rouges? What could it mean? “Hello.” Said someone. Coll turned his head. A squirrel was standing there. “Need a bit of help?” he asked. Coll nodded weakly. He felt he should trust him for some reason. The squirrel began to cut the ropes. “My name’s Treeslinger. What’s yours?” he asked as he sawed away at the ropes. “Coll.” He said weakly. The ropes soon were cut. “Come on.” Treeslinger said. He pulled Coll away and into the woods. Coll fell unconscious again.

***
Kalda saw Treeslinger escaping with the prisoner and knew it was time to go. He dealt with the vermin nearest to him and ran for his life. He stumbled as an arrow hit him in the arm. He continued running and escaped into the trees of Mossflower. He vanished from sight in minutes.

***
Treeslinger watched as Kalda walk into the clearing with one arm hanging limply by his side. Treeslinger walked over to him. “Let me help you with that.” He said. In a few deft movements the arrow was on the ground. Kalda gritted his teeth as Treeslinger quickly applied a poultice of dock leaves. “Ohh…..” said the mouse as he awoke. Kalda and Treeslinger walked over to him. The mouse was awake. Treeslinger produced a flagon of water. “Here, drink this.” Treeslinger told him. Coll looked up. “What happened?” he asked.

***
Oarrin walked through Mossflower woods looking for Coll. He hacked away at the bracken and bush with Martin’s sword, leaving a trail a Dibbun could follow with ease. He stopped at the edge of a small clearing. There was a fire going and three shapes around a campfire. One was a squirrel, another an otter, and the last was a mouse. He studied the mouse’s face; sure he had seen it somewhere. It was Coll! Rather thinner but the still same mouse! It looked like all three were asleep. Oarrin crept up behind Coll. He knew what he had to do. Oarrin raised Martin’s sword above his head and struck!

***
Kalda spotted the mouse creeping up instantly. In seconds his sling was unwound and twirling. A quick shot hit Oarrin on the paw and with a cry he dropped Martin’s Sword. Coll came awake and rolled away as Treeslinger jumped up and grabbed Oarrin. “Who are you? What are you doing attacking us? Answer me!” he cried. “I know those answers.” Said Coll, “He is the scum of the earth and he is trying to remove evidence of his treachery.” Coll picked up Martin’s Sword. “And this is mine by right.” He added. “Don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything wrong!” Oarrin whined. “Oh, shut up you whining brat!” Coll yelled. Oarrin whimpered. “What are we going to do with him, matey?” asked Kalda. “We could tie him up and leave him here.” Treeslinger said. “Or we could just kill him.” Coll ventured, enthusiastically. Oarrin started to speak again. “Oh please don’t-” Coll looked at him in disgust. “We aren’t going to kill you.” He said. “I guess we’ll just take you back to the Abbey and let them deal with you there.”

***
“Brigadier, I’d like a word with you.” It was Sergeant Cormstanp. “What is it Cormstanp?” Fleectspaw asked. “It’s that Abbey Warrior, Oarrin. He was snooping around on the top stairs when that squirrel chap came on in. He was scared out of his fur when you volunteered to go look for him. I think he had something to do with that young fella’s disappearance, wot wot.”  Fleectspaw became seriuous. “I know, old bean. There’s something about that one, mark my words. I say, why don’t we jolly well go out and find im’, wot wot?” Cormstanp’s eyes gleamed. “Capitol idea, wot wot!” he said.

**
Coll was walking with Treeslinger and Kalda to Redwall. Oarrin was walking in tow. “Do you think he’ll be able to escape?” Coll asked them. “No evil beast ever escaped the Rouges of Mossflower!” Kalda said. Coll stopped. “You’re- You- The rouges?” he asked, shocked. “Of Mossflower, why?” Treeslinger replied. “Trust in the rouges, they know the way!” Coll shouted. “What are you talking about, mate?” said Kalda “I can explain everything.” Coll said.

***
Cormstanp and Fleectspaw were tracking Oarrin through Mossflower woods. It was a lot easier than it should have been. “I say, this chap doesn’t know how to bally well disguise his trail, wot wot!” the Brigadier put in. “Doesn’t seem to be much of a jolly old warrior to me, wot wot.” Cormstanp replied. “Halt!” Fleectspaw commanded. “Take a look over there.” Three figures were sitting down on a hillside near Redwall. They had Oarrin with them! “Probably advanced vermin scouts.” He muttered. “I don’t like Oarrin, but we should still help him, wot wot.” Cormstanp muttered back. “Ready weapons, and let’s give em’ jolly old blood and vinegar!” the Brigadier commanded. “Eulaaaaaaalllliiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! S’death! Euuuulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” they cried as they charged the figures.

***
“Eulaaaaaaalllliiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! S’death! Euuuulaliaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” cried the two charging hares. Coll drew Martin’s sword as he was struck by an arrow from the second’s bow. He fell to the ground and Oarrin saw his chance. Oarrin grabbed the sword and tried to stab Coll. Treeslinger tackled Oarrin. Coll kicked out at the nearest of the two hares. He fought fiercely, but so did Coll. Soon Coll had got the better of one and knocked him to the ground. “Retreat!” yelled the other hare. The first hare grabbed Coll and pulled him off his comrade. They both escaped with Oarrin. “Bring that traitor back here!” Coll yelled, but they couldn’t hear him. “Is everybeast all right?” he asked. He only heard faint sobbing.

***
Treeslinger flew through the air and tackled Oarrin just as he was about to stab Coll. Oarrin brought the sword upward and managed to stab Treeslinger once before he was on the ground. Martin’s Sword was hurled aside and they rolled in the dirt three times. Treeslinger collapsed, blood seeping out of his body onto the ground. Oarrin grabbed Martin’s Sword and ran.

***
“You can’t die on me, matey.” Kalda said to Treeslinger. “You can’t!” Coll rushed over. “No!” he shouted. “The poem said the rouges! Not the rouge!” Coll stopped yelling and began to weep. “He’s still alive!” said Kalda. “We need a healer. We need to get him to Redwall.” Kalda shook his head. “No. We would be killed as soon as they saw us. We’ll have to figure this one out ourselves.”

Chapter 7
Heather the mouse walked through the woodlands with old Borage the Healer. As they emerged from the forest edge, she spotted a figure lying on the ground. “Ma’am! There’s somebeast hurt!” she yelled. “Slow down, young one.” Borage replied. “You must learn patience.” The old healer shuffled slowly to the three figures on the hillside. Heather was already there, questioning them. “How did this happen? Is there an arrow in him? How long as he been there?” Coll stared, openmouthed at the pretty young mouse. “He-Um-I-Uh-” he stammered. Kalda interrupted. “He was stabbed in the chest. He’s only been here a few minutes. Are you a healer?” Heather took some bandages and herbs out of her bag and began to work. “Well, sort of. I’m training you see.” Kalda looked unsure. “I’m not sure I want-” Borage, who had now arrived, interrupted him. “She’s as good a healer as anybeast. You can trust her.” The ancient mouse said. Coll found his voice “I’m Co-” he began, but Heather cut him off. “Quiet, can’t you see I’m saving your friend’s life? Now shut up and let me work!”

***
Coll sat with rapt attention as the healer apprentice worked on Treeslinger. After a while, he realized he was paying more attention to the mousemaid than he was to her actual work. It seemed like no time at all until she stood up. “There. Your friend will live.” She said. “Oh! How rude of me! I didn’t even introduce myself! I am Heather, and this is my mentor, Borage.” “Pleased to meet you!” said Kalda. “Young Coll especially, I’m sure.” Coll blushed. “Uh-oh-er-” he stammered. Borage glared at him. “If you’ve got something to say just say it!” she berated him. Coll fell silent. “Humph! I thought so!” Borage continued. “Pay no attention to her. She’s as prickly as her name suggests.” Heather whispered. “Hurry up young ones!” Borage shouted. “We need to move the injured one to somewhere safe!” she yelled.

***
Fleectspaw and Cormstanp fled from the hill and back into Mossflower, with Oarrin close behind. “You know, old chap,” Cormstanp remarked, “I was bally well sure I heard one of the blighters yelling ‘Redwall!’” Oarrin was frightened. “Are you sure? They certainty weren’t from Redwall.” He said. “Must have bally well been my imagination then, eh?” the sergeant asked, slowly. “Yes, it must have been.” Oarrin said hurriedly. “Come on chaps!” yelled Fleectspaw, “Let’s get moving!” Cormstanp shot Oarrin one final glare before they tramped off into Mossflower.

***
Treeslinger awoke a few hours later. Heather instantly rushed to his side. “Don’t sit up!” she ordered. “Drink this.” Treeslinger groaned. “What happened to that little murderer?” he asked. “He got away.” Coll said grimly. “We had them outnumbered, though. Well, capable warriors at least.” Treeslinger said. “Oarrin was lucky; he managed to accidently stab you. Once they had Oarrin, the others ran.” “Yes not very blinking honorable of us, wot?” said a voice. Coll started. “Who’s there?” he demanded.

***
“Brigadier.” Hissed Cormstanp, when they were out of hearing of Oarrin. “Something was wrong about that encounter. I want to try and find those beasts and figure out what jolly well is going on!” “I agree.” Fleectspaw told him. “Permission granted.” The sergeant ran off back to the hill. As he suspected they were gone. However, it’s hard to cover one’s tracks when you are dragging an injured beast. Cormstanp didn’t think vermin cared for the hurt like that. Something was definitely wrong.

***
“Where’s the sergeant?” asked Oarrin when he caught up to the Brigadier. “He’s taking a different route to make sure we aren’t being followed.” Fleectspaw said, coldly. Oarrin asked no further questions. There was a noise of an army marching through undergrowth. Fleectspaw was gone and back in a few seconds. “There’s a blinkin army on the way to Redwall.” He hissed. “We need to get back now.”

***
Cormstanp stepped into the clearing. Coll turned to face him. “Who are you?” he asked. “Sergeant Bescuttle Cormstanp of the Long Patrol, wot!” the hare announced. “What are you doing here?” Coll inquired. Cormstanp began to relate his story.

***
Oarrin and Fleectspaw arrived at Redwall in a few minutes. Mary was the first to spot them. “Open the gates!” she yelled. She hurried to the Main Gate. “What happened? Did you find Coll?” Oarrin shook his head. “I think he’s been killed.” He said, exhausted. Fleectspaw gave him an icy glare. “The question is, by who?” he said. “Probably those scum that captured me.” Oarrin said, in a flat tone. “We’ll see.” The Brigadier said, simply, then stalked off. “What happened?” Mary left Oarrin and sat down in Great Hall. She was soon asleep.

***
Mary looked around her. She was still in Great Hall, but there was someone else there. It was Martin the Warrior. He looked at her. “Wake, the liar enters!” he said. Mary awoke. Who was “the liar”? What was going on?

***
Oarrin walked down the steps of the dormitory into Great Hall. Mary was sitting on a bench facing the Tapestry of Martin the Warrior. She turned to Oarrin. “Oarrin, are you sure of what happened to Coll?” she asked. Oarrin was taken aback, but he kept a straight face. “Absolutely.” Mary looked very uneasy. She grabbed Oarrin by the shoulders. “Did you actually have that dream!?” she thundered. “Yes!” Oarrin shouted back. Mary suddenly let him go. “Oh, look at us.” She said. “Only a few days ago we were friends. I apologize.” She left the room. Oarrin felt worse than ever. He hadn’t considered Mary would doubt him. How long could he keep up this charade?

***
Lord Thunderstripe selected a spear from his armory, and then put it back in favor of another. He was worried about the score of hares he had sent to Redwall. He needed to know what to do. The huge Badger Lord walked to one end of the Forge Room, placing his paw in a crack in the wall. He began to push the slab to the side. Soon a room lay open before him. He tramped into the room and sat down.

***
Coll climbed over the top of the ditch. Redwall Abbey was surrounded by vermin. “There’s no chance we can get back in now.” He hissed to the group behind him. “We’ll have to get reinforcements.” Heather climbed up. “Look at the size of that army!” she said. Kalda and Cormstanp followed. “I count over fiftyscore on this side.” Cormstanp said. “I think there’s at least that many on all sides. If we’re lucky that’s all they have and there aren’t others hiding in Mossflower. This is bad, mateys.” He said. “We need help. Probably more than we will be able to get.” Coll thought aloud. “We should start by finding the rest of the Long Patrol.” Cormstanp offered. “Good idea.” Said Coll. They ran back to their camp in Mossflower.

Chapter 8
Oarrin and Mary stood on the walltop, looking down on the horde of vermin. A mangy stoat walked out in front and yelled, “Hail the Great Elledis, The Hooded One!” he proclaimed. He turned around and kneeled as a cloaked figure seemed to glide out from the ranks of the vermin. “You at the Abbey of the Red Walls, you have invoked the wrath of the Great Hooded One!” the figure yelled. “And you must die!” it continued. Oarrin stood rooted to the spot. He was petrified. “Go and boil your stinking head!” shouted Mary. “Reeeeeddddddddddddddwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllll!” she bellowed. “All who resist will die!” the figure yelled.

***
Treeslinger and Borage sat waiting for the others to return. “Young Coll seems rather smitten with your apprentice, eh?” he asked. Borage stopped sorting through her bag of herbs long enough to say “Humph.”, Then returned to her work. “Not very talkative, are you?” Treeslinger said. This time she didn’t even stop. Coll and Kalda came into camp, flowed by Heather. Cormstanp came not much later. “Nobeast is going to be following our tracks, wot!” he exclaimed. “Wiped em’ clean out!” he continued. Borage suddenly stood up. “Heather, what herb would you use for fever?” she demanded. “Feverfew, ma’am.” Heather replied. “Bleeding?” Borage continued. “Yarrow, ma’am.” Heather stated. “Excessive pain?” the old mouse drilled. “Poppies, ma’am.” Heather replied. “Dryditch fever?” Borage asked. “Flowers of Icetor boiled in water, ma’am.” “Very good.” Borage congratulated.

***
Elledis stalked away from the Abbey. She lifted her left paw into the air. Those Abbey Bumpkins would pay dearly for what they did to her. She almost laughed aloud. Nobeast in that Abbey would be alive by tomorrow.

***
Oarrin sat on his bed in the dormitory. Not only was Redwall Abbey devoid of any real warriors, it was being assaulted by vermin. If Coll were here, we would have a warrior, Oarrin thought. But of course, he had to go and force him from the Abbey. Oarrin lay down to sleep, his conscience troubling him.

***
Oarrin was in Mossflower woods. Coll was there, fighting some horribly disfigured weasel, and clearly losing. “Coll!” Oarrin shouted. Coll took no heed of him. The weasel had disarmed Coll, and now had him on the ground. The weasel’s sword swung in a glittering arc, then Oarrin realized that it was the Sword of Martin! The keen blade struck home, twice, three times. Coll struggled to his feet, then collapsed and let out a soft gurgle. Oarrin ran over to him. “No! Coll! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s my fault I never should have done all this!” Oarrin collapsed on the ground and wept. “This is what may happen.” Said a voice. Oarrin started and turned. “You can prevent this.” Said Martin the Warrior. “How?” Oarrin asked, desperately. “End these lies, and when the time comes, you can help him.” The warrior mouse said. Oarrin woke, the vivid images burned into his mind.

***
Lord Thunderstripe awoke from his dream. He picked up a chisel and began to carve symbols into the wall of the chamber. He had almost finished when the rock underneath his paw moved. He began to pull the slab out of the wall of the room. Finally it lay before him. It said “Put here by Boar the Fighter”. He looked in the space behind the slab. Inside was some sort of metal, the like of which Thunderstripe had never seen before. It looked like the metal a star could be made of, he thought.

***
Mary dove beneath the walltop as another hail of arrows soared over her head. The Long patrol hares were returning shaft for shaft with deadly accuracy. “I say, there’s just too many of the bally vermin, wot wot!” Fleectspaw announced, ducking another arrow. “I agree, brigadier, but there isn’t much we can do!” Mary replied. “Burr, aye! Oi’d murch rarther be’s in a gurt tunnel, yes zur!” exclaimed Foremole. Fleectspaw had an idea. “I think that can be jolly well arranged, wot wot!” he exclaimed. “What are you talking about?” asked Mary. “I’ve got an idea! Let’s get back to the Abbey!”

***
Despite the battle, Oarrin had not come out of the dormitories for the whole day. He sat on one of the beds inside, a moral conflict raging inside him like a storm. He looked at the Sword of Martin. He didn’t even know if the proper beast to wield it was still alive. He tried to summon up the courage to confront Mary about what he had done. He looked down at the blade again. Instead of his own reflection, he saw one he instantly recognized, that of Martin the Warrior. Oarrin knew he had to tell the truth.

***
Mary, Fleectspaw, and Foremole ran into the main Abbey building. As they hurried to Great Hall, Mary ran directly into Oarrin. “Oarrin, where have you been?” Mary asked as she stood up again. Oarrin also stood up and dusted himself off. “Mary, I have something to tell you.” He said.

***
Coll was awoken by Cormstanp, who had taken the last watch. “I say, ole chaps! Are you jolly well going to doze the bally day away or are we going to be getting some tucker, wot wot?” Coll stretched. “All very well, but where do you suggest we find food?” he asked. Treeslinger stood up. “It’s called foraging. There’s plenty to eat from Mother Nature’s table. I’ll go get us some grub.” “You most certainly will not!” Heather said. “You were wounded, you need to rest.” “Nonsense, I’m fine.” Treeslinger protested. Heather did not concede. “No, you are not! You will rest and that is final!” she commanded. Treeslinger lay down again. “Fine, fine.” He conceded. Coll and Cormstanp left the camp to search for food instead. “Rather bossy, wot wot?” Cormstanp remarked once they were out of hearing.

***
Mary stood as if rooted to the floor. “You mean to say…” she began. “You have been lying to us this whole time?” she asked, incredulously. Oarrin simply nodded. Mary glared down at him. “Give me the sword.” Oarrin stared unblinkingly at her. “No. The only beast I will give this sword to is its rightful owner.” He said, coolly. Mary raised her paw. “Oarrin,” she said, with contained rage. “Give me the sword.” Oarrin did not speak, only shook his head. “Give me that sword you lying traitor!” yelled Mary, as she leapt at Oarrin. He offered little resistance. He had several wounds on his hands from Mary’s blunt claws as he tried to deflect her from the Sword of Martin. He didn’t even flinch. “Stop!” In a flash somebeast was on Mary, trying to pull her away from Oarrin as Foremole dragged Oarrin away. There was no need, as now that nobeast was trying to take the sword, Oarrin did not offer resistance. Mary, however, was almost blind with rage. She pulled away from her restrainer and ran towards Oarrin.

***
Ferdul the squirrelmaid gasped as Mary tore away from her grasp. She quickly ran in front of Mary and yelled “Stop! Please stop!” again. Mary’s paw lashed out, and Ferdul’s vision burst with stars. She collapsed, limply, on the floor.

Chapter 9
Oblivious of Oarrin’s admission and the turmoil at Redwall Abbey, Coll and Cormstanp were foraging for food in Mossflower. Cormstanp was instructing Coll, and he was definitely a fast learner. In a matter of minutes they returned to the camp with more than enough food. However, Coll realized as they ate, with a hare at the table, it was barely enough. “When will I be allowed to move again?” Treeslinger complained loudly. “By tomorrow.” Heather replied. “Although if you keep complaining I might have to keep you there for another few days.” Treeslinger grew silent, swiftly.

***
It took several Redwallers to restrain Mary. After almost an hour, she began to calm down. She paced in the locked cellar cupboard, fuming. What had she done to deserve being locked in here? That Oarrin was a dirty lying coward! Of course it was mostly her fault for being so blind to the obvious lies. How could she have been so stupid? Why wouldn’t Oarrin give the sword up? The door to the cupboard opened. “Mary, Ferdul’s awake.” Said Friar Dan. “And I think she wants to speak with you.”

***
Ferdul lay on one of the beds in the infirmary with a large bandage secured around her head. Mary trudged in with her head down. “Mary,” began Ferdul, “I would like to know why you were attacking Oarrin.” She said, calmly. Mary seemed slightly surprised. “He refused to give up the sword of Martin-” Mary began, but Ferdul interpreted her. “Mary! If he will not give up the sword that is his problem to deal with! There is no need for such childish behavior!” Ferdul stopped suddenly. “And there is no need for raised voices. I apologize, Mary. I hope that there will be no more violence between our Abbeymembers in the future.” Mary left the room, slowly. “You sounded like an Abbes then, Ferdul.” Remarked Friar Dan.

***
Grimtooth the stoat and five other soldiers cursed as they struggled through the thick foliage. Grimtooth brandished his sword, trying to cut himself free of the tangle of vines. “Dis stooped woods givink me a eadache!” he exclaimed. “When we gets de to be in da big abbeyplace?” he asked. There was a rustle of plants, then two figure exploded out of the undergrowth. They barely got a glimpse of the mouse and hare that ended their wicked lives.

***
Coll bent down and took the sword from the stoat’s corpse. “I suppose this will have to do till’ I get Martin’s sword back.” He said. “Anyway, I think Treeslinger will be ready soon, so it won’t be long until we set out for Salamandastron.” “I say! It’ll be jolly good to be back at the bally fire mountain, wot wot!” Coll froze. “Would you say that Salamandastron could be referred to as ‘mountain of fire and stone’?” he asked, slowly. “ I suppose so, why do you ask?” replied Cormstanp. “Just an idea.” Coll said.

***
Stumptail was investigating the small wicker door on the west side of the big stone building. He prodded the door with his sword a few times and then sat down next to it. The door flew open and a huge striped paw clamped across his mouth and dragged him in.

***
Elledis observed the wretched creature in front of her. “So, you captured this one out on the flatlands?” she inquired. “Yes Ma’am.” Said a soldier from behind the emaciated mouse. Elledis examined him. “Hmmm… Perhaps we could use him as a ransom.” She thought aloud. Then she stopped. She backed away from the mouse as if she had been struck. “Do you feel feverish?” she demanded. “Answer her worshipfulness!” cried the guard, hitting the mouse with the butt of his spear. “Y-y—y-es!” the mouse stammered. “Get a chain on him, make sure you stay well away from him at all times.” She commanded. “Yes m’lady.” The guard replied.

***
Oarrin prepared to leave. He had to get the sword to Coll. There was no other way. He had stolen some supplies in the night, and was out the main gate in minutes. Then the shaft came. Oarrin staggered backwards and gave a gurgling cry as his life slipped away.

***
Elledis selected another white fletched feather from her quiver. These woodlanders were easy targets!

***
Mary stood on the walltop looking down at the advancing vermin party. They had a white flag with them. “The Great Hooded One would parley with you!” a guard announced. “Very well!” Mary conceded. There was no point in not allowing them to talk. A mouse was dragged out in front of the ranks of vermin. “We know you have one of us in there!” the guard yelled. “If yous don’t bring im’ out righ now, we’ll cut this un’s throat!” Mary sighed. “Very well. Bring the mouse forward and we’ll bring out your vermin.” She said.

***
Stumptail couldn’t believe his luck. He was being rescued! Obviously he was more important than he thought. He stood on the grass in front of the Abbey, staring straight ahead as a mouse was marched past him. The large female badger prodded him. Stumptail walked slowly forward. He was lead away from the building. Elledis turned on him. “Idiot! Allowing yourself to get captured like that!” she yelled. She drew her sword and slew him with a single thrust.

***
“Is he ready to travel?” Coll inquired. “Yes. I think we should leave now.” Replied Heather. Treeslinger groaned and stood up. “Finally.” He moaned. In minutes they were striking out due west across the flatlands. They had to run for the whole day to escape before the vermin saw them.

***
The mouse stumbled past the main Abbey gate. Mary took a closer look at him. To her horror, his body was covered with gaping sores. He obviously was deathly ill. “Oh my! I s there anything we can do for him?” she exclaimed. “We can only try.” Replied Friar Dan.

Chapter 10
Lord Thunderstripe looked the metal over. So there was some left from when boar the Fighter had made the Sword of Martin. What use did he have for it? He picked it up and replaced it in the wall of the room. Someday one who needed it might find it there.

***
The dust rose as the six companions marched across the flatlands. Deeming they were now out of earshot of any vermin, Cormstanp had begun singing an old Long Patrol marching song. It was centered, like most hare songs, on food. He had finished the first three verses, professing the merits of salad, when a slingstone hit him. “Logalogalogaloglogalog!” someone yelled. A group of spiky furred mice like creatures ran from beneath the water, twirling slings and drawing rapiers. “Belay there mates, tis’ only us!” Kalda shouted. They stopped. Kalda turned to the others. “These are the Guisom shrews.” He told the travelers. “Guisom?” inquired Coll. “Yep. Guerilla Union Of Shrews In Mossflower! First letter of each word, ya see?” The tallest shrew stepped forward. “I’m Log-a-Log. The leader of the Guisom. If you’re friends of Kalda’s your friends of mine.” He said. “Come’n. You must be tired. Stay with us tonight.”

***
Cormstanp had taken an instant liking to the now amiable shrews. While he was trying to outscoff the others, Coll explained the nature of the journey. “Well, if Redwall’s in danger then we’ll help too. But there ain’t no sense in going over to fight these vermin an’ getting’ ourselves killed. So’s as I sees it, we’ll just be following you up to Salamandastron and back. Then when you’ve got the Long patrol and anyone else you can find, we’ll come to Redwall with you.” Coll shook his paw. “Sounds like a plan!”

***
Mary reflected on how fast everything had happened. The first one to show signs of illness had been Corporal Denspaw. Now almost everybeast in the Abbey, including herself, was afflicted with this mysterious disease. The mouse they had taken in was dead, despite their efforts. Corporal Denspaw was dead; half of the Long Patrol was with him. Friar Dan had died just that morning. Mary put her head in her paws. It was all too much. What could they possibly do?

***
The Guosim were escorting the travelers to Salamandastron by way of the broadstream. The total number of logboats was around a score. The Guosim’s numbers were large. “Up ahead we have to turn quick or we’ll be sucked into slipstream, and if we plan on going thataway, you won’t be seeing Redwall again.” Log-a-Log intoned. Coll grasped the tiller of the logboat he was on more steadily. He soon saw the wisdom of Log-a-Log’s words. The slipstream  pulled mightily at the boats. Coll Held on the tiller steadily. He heard a scream. He saw a boat turning into the powerful current of the slipstream. Heather was in that boat! “Take the tiller!” he ordered one of the Guosim. Coll leapt from the boat and swam to the side. He ran towards the slipstream. “Heather!”

***
Tubbat the Guosim shrew had tried to keep the tiller steady. He heard a sound like wood snapping. He lost all control of the boat. The mousemaid in front of him screamed as the current pulled them into the slipstream.

***
Kalda cursed. Coll was such a young fool! He grabbed a vine rope, handed over the tiller to Log-a-Log, and ran after him.

***
Coll tore through the undergrowth in a frantic dash. He had to find her! He tripped over a root. Somebeast helped him up. “C’mon matey!” is all Kalda said as they rushed off again. The forest was a blur as Coll raced ahead, one thought racing through his mind. ‘’I have to find her! ’’ Coll heard a roaring sound up ahead. The slipstream led to a waterfall. Coll collapsed on his knees. “No…. No!”

***
Heather crawled from the wrecked logboat. She reached into her bag of herbs and began applying a poultice to her wounds. She almost finished, but she collapsed and passed out.

***
Kalda examined the ravine that the waterfall plunged into. He ha known this would happen when he heard the rudder on that logboat snap. He could make out some smashed wood at the bottom of the ravine. Coll was in no state to help him; he was almost paralyzed with shock. Kalda carefully tied the rope he was carrying to a tree and began the descent. Paw over paw, he climbed into the ravine. Now that he could clearly see the smashed remains of the logboat, he could visualize the fall. He winced at the thought of it. He began digging through the timber for any survivors. There were none. Kalda stood up and sighed. He turned and began walking back towards the rope when he heard something. He hurried over to the source and found, hidden by the grass, that Heather was collapsed underneath it. She was alive! She was too hurt to move. He picked up her bag of herbs. “You saved me mates life. This is least I can do for ya.”

***
Coll was trying to get a hold of himself. His mind raced with panic, he was unable to think clearly. He could only think what had happened to Heather. He took several deep breths and calmed himself. He climbed down the rope after Kalda. He saw Kalda in an instant and rushed over to him. “How bad is it?” he asked. Kalda shook his head. “I don’t know matey, I’m no healer. What we need is someone who is just as good as Heather was-- is.”

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