Salamandastron [Redwall 5] by Brian Jacques; Gary Chalk

Author:Brian Jacques; Gary Chalk
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Redwall Abbey (Imaginary Place), Animals, Action & Adventure, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Epic
ISBN: 9780099143611
Publisher: Firebird
Published: 1992-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

'£ water from their meager supply and made Pennybright drink

v it slowly.

- "Don't fret, Penny old gel. Losin' a battle doesn't mean we've lost the war."

..; Ferahgo watched as Klitch directed his soldiers to.drive stakes '!--deep into the sand. Keeping his voice casual, the Assassin

-$-, addressed his son.

f "Forgrin and Raptail are both dead. Your little plan

;> failed."

V Klitch picked up a mallet and gave one of the stakes a

" knock. "Oh yes? And what plan was that, old one?"

; Ferahgo seized Klitch's paw, holding the mallet still. "The ft plan to kill me. I killed Forgrin and Raptail."

H "Very clever, I'm sure." Klitch wrenched his paw away

-s-'4 and went on hammering at the stake. "But I know nothing of >any plan to kill you. My plan was to take hostages, and I've • done that. If I'd planned to kill you I wouldn't have failed at that either. Out of my way, old weasel!"

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Big Oxeye peered through the net holes at Klitch and his soldiers driving stakes into the sand. "What I wouldn't give for two minutes alone with that evil little brat!"

"We fell fer that one, Ox." Sapwood rubbed his head ruefully. "Hi wonder what they're a-cookin' up for us?"

A ferret jabbed a spearbutt at him, laughing nastily. "Wouldn't yer like to know! Well, you 'ave a nice sleep an' you'll find out tomorrer!"

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The Joseph Bell tolled out mournfully across a quiet summer morning. Mrs. Faith Spinney sat on the west wallsteps, sobbing gently into her flowered apron. Her husband Tudd sat beside her, resting his chin on his walking stick as he stared across the Abbey grounds through tear-dewed eyes.

"Pore old Burrley. I can't believe he's dead. .Not Burrley me best cellarmate. Who'll 'elp me to brew October ale an'

roll those liddle casks o' berry wine about?"

Faith sniffed loudly as she dried her eyes and stood up. **Oh, that dreadful Dryditch Fever. Wot did we ever do wrong that made fortune visit it upon our Abbey? Pore Mr. Burrley, he were such a gentle ol' mole. Ah well, tears won't make anythin' aright. I'd best make meself busy. There's lunch t' :be made an' sickbeasts to care for. Now don't you sit out 'ere too long, my Tudd. Go an' 'ave a nap in your chair. You still ain't well enough t' be out an' about." ; Tudd pulled himself up shakily on his walking stick and hobbled alongside Faith toward the Abbey. "I'll go an' set awhile in the cellar among the barrels. That's where me 'n' Burrley sat yamin' many an' ot afternoon. Oh, smash my prickles! I wish it'd been me as was taken, an' not that good <H' mole feller."

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The Abbey door opened and Foremole trundled out with his crew, bearing with them the sad little bundle that had been their friend Burrley. Foremole wiped his eyes on a spotted kerchief and tugged his snout respectfully to the two hedgehogs.

"Burr, 'tis a sad mom oi bid 'ee, guddbeasts. Us'ns will 'ave ol' Burrley putten to rest at late noontoid.

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