By Brian Jacques

During this 12th booklet of the masterful Redwall epic, storyteller Brian Jacques is going again in time to the times earlier than Redwall, revealing with dramatic poignancy the legend of the 1st of the great Redwall warriors--Luke, father of Martin.

Joined through Trimp the Hedgehog, Dinny Foremole, and Gonff--the ever-mischievous Prince of Mousethieves--it is that legend Martin hopes to find whilst he embarks on a deadly trip to the northland shore, the place his father deserted him as a toddler. There, in the carcass of a superb purple ship--broken in part and wedged excessive up among pillars of stone--he ultimately uncovers what he has been looking for: the genuine tale of the evil pirate stoat, Vilu Daskar, and the valiant warrior who pursued him relentlessly over the excessive seas, looking to ruin Vilu in any respect expenses, no matter if it intended deserting his merely son.

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They ascended in numerous zigzag shapes to the clifftop. From above, the Sayna appeared very small within the cove under. Cardo uprooted anything from the floor which he wiped on his tunic ahead of commencing to consume it. ‘Mmm, younger onion. ask yourself how that came? ’ a noisy, scary cry rang out from the timber. ‘Oohoohoohaaaaaarrrrreeeeeegharr! ’ The hair on Cardo’s nape stood immediately up, and he dropped the onion. ‘What’n the identify o’ frogs was once that? ’ Luke and Vurg started creeping ahead, gesturing to the remaining to not stick with them. ‘Stay the following. We’ll cross an’ have a look. ’ Crouching low, they made their manner into the thickets. A small poultry whistled someplace, yet except that the single sound the 2 mice heard was once their very own footpaws rustling in the course of the ferns. After your time Luke straightened up. ‘Well, no matter what it was once there’s neither sight nor sound of it now, matey. ’ Vurg uncrouched and whatever bumped evenly opposed to the again of his head. He grew to become carefully. ‘Hoho, pears, a complete treeful of ’em! ’ It was once a pear tree, weighted down with fantastic ripe fruit. Vurg picked one, squeezed it lightly, nodded approvingly, then took an important chunk. ‘Mmm shlumphh! Sweet’n’juicy, mate, wunnerful! ’ Luke reached for a pear, grinning at his friend’s juice-wetted face. ‘Ole greedyguts, are you eatin’ that pear or takin’ a bathtub in it? ’ Fffffssssst . . . Splack! A thick piece of wooden with a steel aspect at both finish whipped out of nowhere and thudded deep into the tree trunk among them either. It was once via a noisy booming voice echoing out of the stillness of the timber. ‘Seascum! contact no longer my nutrition. move from this position or Werragoola will tear you limb from limb and consume you! ’ Luke threw his pear to the floor. ‘Do as I say, Vurg. Drop your pear an’ let’s come back t’the group. Don’t argue! ’ Vurg used to be no longer approximately to disagree. He dropped the halfeaten pear as though it have been a toxic reptile and Luke again the best way they'd come. while he figured they have been either out of sight, Luke dropped down at the back of a fallen tree. Vurg was once nonetheless wide-eyed and trembling. ‘Did ye listen that voice, matey? It must’ve come from a beast ten occasions bigger’n a badger! ’ ‘You lay low right here ’til i am getting again. provide me your spear. ’ ahead of Vurg had an opportunity to argue, Luke plucked the spear from his paws and used to be long gone. Bellying down, Luke crawled again to the pear tree. Then he lay nonetheless, checking the realm keenly, eyes darting backward and forward as he searched the timber for any signal of flow. chuffed he was once now not being watched, Luke picked up his fallen pear and glued it near to Vurg’s spear. performing swiftly he flung the spear, butt finish first, right into a thick bush, the place the pear at the spearpoint remained sincerely noticeable, protruding of the leaves. subsequent Luke gave the pear tree a great shake, calling out aloud, ‘Hah! those has to be the pears the cap’n tole us approximately! ’ Then he wriggled off into the shrubbery together with his enamel clamped tight round the scimitar, and lay nonetheless, looking at. abruptly one other metal-tipped wood membership struck the pear from the speartip and a mad, booming voice howled angrily, ‘You didn't heed my caution!

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