[Redwall 04] - Mariel of Redwall by Brian Jacques

Author:Brian Jacques [Jacques, Brian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-10-09T19:17:51.715000+00:00

Thick white fog enveloped both sea and shore as if the very clouds had dropped out of the sky. Sound was muted and

nowhere was there vision or sight for more than a paw's length. Rawnblade Widestripe chuckled grimly to himself as

he donned the long spiked helmet he always wore with his battle armor. Salamandastron was deserted; he had sent out

all his hares to patrol on one pretext or another, some to the south, others to the east. The great badger Lord pulled

down the helmet visor, focusing happily through the twin slits. Rawn-blade's eyes should have been tired, but they

were not. He had lain awake most of the night, listening to the

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muffled silence fog brought in its wake, restless, turning. Rawnblade had finally left his beloved mountain to stroll on

the tideline along the shore by Salamandastron.

That was when he had heard it.

The sickening crunch of ship's timbers upon rock was unmistakable.

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The searat Captain Orgeye was below sleeping when he was thrown forcibly from his bunk onto the cabin floor.

Shouts from the Waveblade's two lookouts brought him scrambling up on deck.

"Belay, we've run aground in this cursed fog!"

"Hell's teeth! She's run bow-on to a reef!"

Rawnblade had strained his ears to catch the shouts from the Waveblade.

"Cap'n Orgeye, what'll we do?"

"Bilgescum! You've been sleepin' on watch. If she breaks her keel on these blasted rocks, I'll rip out yer livers. Get

over the side onto the reef an' see how she looks. Move yerselves!"

"Cap'n, she's nose-up on the stones, holed near the waterline an' trapped tighter than meat between yer teeth. What do

we do?"

"What can we do, slophead? There's naught for it but to wait till this fog clears. May'aps we can beach

her for repairs then."

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Rawnblade expanded his massive chest, letting out a great sigh of pure joy at the memory of his night stroll. It was not

often the big badger got a shipload of searats delivered to his doorstep. That was why he had sent his hares away. The

Lord of Salamandastron wanted this one all to himself. Picking up his formidable broadsword, he swung it easily

across his shoulders and strode silently back to the tideline. Standing with waves lapping his studded leg greaves,

Rawnblade Widestripe resembled a great carved statue set at the edge of the

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sea. Fog swirled about his armored body as he listened to the sounds of the cursing searats, who were waiting for the

fog to lift.

So was Rawnblade.

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