Marlfox: A Tale from Redwall
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A villainous new presence is aprowl in Mossflower Woods-the Marlfoxes. Stealthy and mysterious, they are out to plunder and destroy everything in their path. And when they reach Redwall Abbey, they ruthlessly steal the most precious treasure of all-the tapestry of Martin the Warrior. It takes Dann Reguba and Song Swifteye, children of warrior squirrels, to follow in their fathers' heroic footsteps. Together with the young shrew Dippler, and Burble the brave watervole, they embark upon the seemingly impossible quest. . . .
Hustling and shoving, they piled out on to the deck of the raft. The wild cry cleaved the air once more, and a dark shadow fell over them, causing everybeast to duck as something large hurtled by. Song was knocked flat on her back, but she lay there pointing skyward, shouting with joy. ‘It’s the Mighty Megraw! Look, he’s flying!’ With his tremendous wingspread stretching, closing, backing and flapping, the osprey flew as none had ever seen such a big bird fly. Soaring, wheeling, plummeting and
together in the warmth and safety of our beloved home, Redwall Abbey. They say our bells can be heard from afar at any time of day or night. If you are travelling ’cross the flatlands, through the woods, or along the path, you may hear our twin bells. They will be calling you to come and join us, and we would be pleased to see you. Do call in someday, you will be made welcome by all who dwell within our walls. Rimrose Swifteye, Apprentice Recorder to Friar Butty at Redwall Abbey in Mossflower
watched a moth shrivel as it ventured too near the firelight. ‘Oh, your idea’s a good one, but wouldn’t it be better if we had another plan to fall back on in case anything goes wrong?’ Mokkan’s pale eyes glimmered as they reflected the flames. ‘Tell me. I’m not like our brother Gelltor, I’m always ready to listen to other schemes.’ On the island, two rat guards marched up a ramp towards the main chamber. One of them whispered irately, ‘Well, what is it tonight? There’s no storm to disturb
right and you’ll be well rewarded, Stukkfur, I’ll see to that personally. Right, take off!’ From where they crouched below the battlements, Janglur saw the rope go taut. He nudged Florian. ‘Looks like the fun’s about t’start, mate!’ There came a swishing noise, like a wind through the forest, which increased in volume. Borrakul was watching between the battlements. ‘Hoho, you was right, Florian. ’Ere ’e comes, flyin’ like a bird!’ The hare stood up in clear view and leaned out from the
his face, shouting at him over the roaring noise of falling waters. ‘Get up, mate! Keep an eye on the place where she went down. I’m goin’ to get Burble an’ the boat. Wait here!’ Galvanized into action, Dann sprang upright. He found a broken branch and tied it to the rope’s end. As Dippler raced away he saw Dann throwing the branch out into the water cascade, roaring, ‘Grab the branch if yore there, Song, grab the branch!’ Dippler clambered off over the wet stones, muttering aloud, ‘Leastways