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. . . .
beneath the willow, their occupants unaware of the presence of a squirrel overhead. Janglur looped his tail and footpaws firmly round the sturdy bough, hanging downward almost as if he were part of the tree. Another logboat bobbed past on the turbulent waters. He let it sail by beneath him, noting that all the vessels were packed with water rats, but the only Marlfoxes were the two in the lead boat. Unwinding the sling from his waist, Janglur readied himself as the final craft shot towards the
had eaten. Song, Dann and Dippler had joined Friar Butty at the table, searching through ancient scrolls and dusty volumes of Abbey records. Rimrose guided Cregga to the armchair and seated her. ‘Whew, ’tis warm out there today!’ Song filled two beakers with rosehip tea. ‘This is nice and cool. Where’s Dad?’ Cregga sipped her tea, the beaker almost lost within her huge paw. ‘Taking up a new career, I think. He’s with Tragglo and the cellarmoles, learning all about October Ale and such. When
to the wall. Janglur nodded curtly to Mokkan. ‘Well, fox, got a liddle ’un with yer?’ At a signal from Mokkan two rats dumped the sack containing Dwopple in front of the Marlfox. He placed a footpaw on it. ‘He’s right here. Brought the valuables with you?’ Janglur indicated the Redwallers bearing the curtain bags. ‘We’ve brought ’em, but y’don’t get to see one trinket until you show us the mousebabe unharmed.’ Mokkan smiled thinly and bowed slightly to his adversary. ‘My compliments, you show
believe me.’ Log a Log shook his head despairingly. ‘Stands to reason, doesn’t it? They’re water rats. West an’ a point south, y’say?’ ‘Aye, Chief, but there’s a lot of ’em, so the logboats’ll be overloaded. I saw keel scrapin’s in the shallows. They can’t be travellin’ very fast, weighted down as they are.’ Log a Log drained his beaker and sat awhile, gnawing worriedly at his lip. The Guosim watched him in silence, until a scuffle broke out behind his back. Log a Log whirled round in time to
be a-takin’ ee arter solstice nap. Hurr, woe to ’e who wakes ’em up, zurr, burr aye!’ Borrakul peeped over the walltop, his curiosity aroused by the news. ‘When can we expect somethin’ t’happen, marm?’ Cregga felt about until she found somewhere comfortable to sit. ‘As soon as the axes stop that hard chopping noise and hit the soft rotted wood.’ As Vannan watched two new axebeasts take the place of two weary ones, Raventail scoffed, ‘Kye arr, we be oldbeasts bytime bigtree fall!’ The Marlfox