Morning slid into afternoon. A gentle breeze drifted small white clouds across the serene blue expanses of sky, and the autumn sun shone down kindly upon the happy scene as the creatures of Redwall feasted through noontide, across the balmy evening until the night fires and lanterns in trees illuminated the joyous scene below. The half moon came out to watch for the sun. It shed pale light upon baby Rollo, fast asleep on Orlando"s lap. The big badger"s battleaxe hung from a beech tree nearby. He turned to Matthias, who was drifting off into sleep, holding Cornflower"s paw.
"Warrior, I have never seen such a wondrous place as this. Look at the beautiful building, those huge safe walls, the fruit and food growing from the ground; and that pond, it glows like a silver plate in the moonlight. Aaaahhh! These contented old ones, peaceful, wise, and your young ones too, they look so happy and good. Even when I lived out on the Western Plains with my Auma, we never knew such wellbeing as this. Can you explain it to me?"
Matthias let his eyelids droop until they shut.
"Orlando, my good friend, the explanation to it all is merely one simple word: Redwall."
The badger turned to reply, but Matthias and Cornflower were asleep. He looked down at baby Rollo slumbering on his lap without a care in the world. Settling himself down, Orlando turned his face to the night sky which surrounded Mossfiower. He repeated the precious word aloud to the moon: "Redwall!"
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Extract from the diary of Tun Churchmouse, Recorder of Redwall Abbey: It is the summer of the Rosebay Willowherb!
Great ma.s.ses of the pink mauve flowers nod their heads by the sides of our Abbey paths. Seven seasons have pa.s.sed, counting the Autumn of the Warriors" Return, and this will be my second season as Recorder. John, my father, retired. He is now helping the Abbot to compile a great volume of Mossflower recipes. Strange, when I was young our Father Abbot was an old mouse, yet still he carries on changeless as ever. I think he will outlive us all.
The slaves who werefreedfrom the evil ofMalkariss have all settled here. They are our Brothers and Sisters now, and a happier band you could not meet. The Sparra colony is growing and flourishing in our roofs.p.a.ces, though now it is called Warbeak Loft. Sir Harry the Muse lives up there with them. He was elected Leader and Poetry Instructor. Several times now he has resigned in despair at the Sparra language, though his love of authority always leads him to be re-elected.
Redwall is surely a place of curious happenings, not the least of which is the adoption of Cheek by Basil. There was much amus.e.m.e.nt three seasons ago when he became officially the hare"s young one. Now he caus himself Cheek Stag Otter, and the impudent rascal has also adopted all Basil"s manner" isms (and his appet.i.te too).
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Stryk Redkite is at present paying us a visit. She has a mate, a huge fellow named Skine, and they have their first eggchick too. Sister May was delighted at their announcement that the young one is to be named after her. However, she insists on the little female being called May and not Sissimay.
Ambrose Spike is revelling in his latest t.i.tle, High Keeper of Cellar Keys, and the entire family of Jabez Stump -Rosyqueen his wife and their ten hungry daughters - are living in the wine cellar with Jube. Ambrose has put in an order to the Foremolefor the cellars to be extended, and it will be attended to immediately after the mole crew finish enlarging and lining the tunnels they dug during Ironbeak"s seige. They are a useful underground system, particularly in deep winter snow.
The Guosim marched off into Mossflower again; they were born to wander. Flugg is a strong Log-a-Log, wise too, and he brings them to winter here every fourth season. They are good allies.
Rollo and Cynthia Bankvole are bellringers, just as Tess and I once were. Rollo"s latest yearning is to become a squirrel and join the band of Sam and Elmtail to become part of the Mossflower Patrol. That Rollo, he will probably want to be a badger next.
Constance is getting ready to sit out in the sun and take things easy. She is teaching Auma all she knows, and some season soon Auma will become the Mother of Redwall. She is dearly loved by every creature in our Abbey. Orlando is Constance"s firm friend and they are seldom apart. His axe hangs in Great Hall. As Lord of the Western Plains he only has to stand on the west battlements to survey his lands.
Last summer the Churchmouse family mas united to the Warriors, much to the delight of my mother and Cornflower. Mattimeo and my sister Tess were married. Our parents like to sit out in the sun a lot, my mother and father, Cornflower and Matthias. Like all life, they are growing no younger. They prefer to talk of the old times with friends, and that is 445.
good. They deserve a t.i.ttle rest and peace after bringing us up, though Matthias still joins Basil and Ortando to train the defenders.
It is difficult to believe that we have all grown from young scamps into responsible creatures. But I am rambling, I will finish my writings and go outside into the sunlight, to the ceremony and the feast at the main gate. Forgive me for not telling you earlier, but today we have a new Redwall Champion and a naming party. Matthias is to place the great sword in the paws of his son Mattimeo, and he will be our Abbey Warrior from henceforth; there is one scamp who made doubly good. Did I not tell you? Tess and Mattimeo have a little son and I am an uncle!. My mother and Cornflower chose the new baby"s name; he is to be called Martin.
So the legend of Redwall has come full circle, through Martin to Matthias, from Matthias to Mattimeo, and finally back to the little life we are all so proud of: Martin, Son of the Warrior. The bells are tolling for the ceremony, so you will have to pardon me for hurrying off (ite this.
May your lives be as full and happy as ours, and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any traveller roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
Tim Churchmouse (Recorder of Redwall Abbey in Mossftower country).