Redwall (Redwall, Book 1)
Brian Jacques
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0142302376
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Perfect for fans of C. Alexander London's The Wild Ones, and Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.
The question in this first volume is resoundingly clear: What can the peace-loving mice of Redwall Abbey do to defend themselves against Cluny the Scourge and his battle-seasoned army of rats? If only they had the sword of Martin the Warrior, they might have a chance. But the legendary weapon has long been forgotten-except, that is, by the bumbling young apprentice Matthias, who becomes the unlikeliest of heroes. Teeming with riddles, humor, unforgettable characters, and high-bounding adventure, the original Redwall, the launching point for a series that has captured the world's attention, features seven full-color illustrations by renowned illustrator Troy Howell. This new paperback edition is a must-have for both longtime fans and first-time readers.
friendliness. Now with the threat of Cluny upon Redwall, the two old friends assessed the beauteous bounty of their lifelong abode. Sweet birdsong on the still air ringed Constance’s heart with sorrow and regret that this peaceful existence would soon pass. Gruffly she snuffled deep in her throat, blinking off a threatening teardrop. The Abbot sensed his companion’s distress. He patted the badger’s rough coat with a gentle paw. “There, there, old girl. Don’t fret. Many times in our history
bound behind them. They stood in stolid silence as sniggering rats referred to them as “The Ringleaders.” Cluny the Scourge stood in Great Hall, surveying the marvelous tapestry. He did not need to steal scraps of it now. It belonged solely to him. Fangburn, Frogblood, Scumnose, Mangefur and Killconey came marching smartly up. They saluted him. “The Abbey is yours now, Chief.” “We’ve got all hands outside, Chief.” “Any further orders, Chief?” Cluny ran his tail reflectively through
pensive. “Do you think it could have been the sword?” The old mouse sat tapping his paw upon the record book. “It could have been, Matthias, it could have been. You see, the sparrows never communicate or bother with us. They never fly into our Abbey. But up on the roof, well, that’s a different matter. They consider that to be their territory. As I see it, the sword was the only object of value we had up there, although we did not know it at the time. So who else but another bird would know
desperately wanted to eat Matthias. “What did the cat say to you, mouse?” he rasped. “Did he mention me?” Matthias repeated the message from Julian. “Squire Gingivere says, sir, that if you were to admit yourself in the wrong and apologize to him, then you could both be friends and live in the barn again.” As he spoke, Matthias had been moving away from the seeking talons. On a sudden instinct he dived to one side as the owl pounced. He skipped and ran on a zig-zag course, away from the
swaggered back and forth on the churchyard paving as he recited the formula from memory. “Right, eyes front. You’re in the service of Cluny the Scourge now, me buckoes! Desert and you’ll be killed. Retreat and you’re under sentence of death. Disobey and you’ll die. I’m Redtooth, Cluny’s number-one rat. You will obey the word of your captains. They take orders from me. I take orders from Cluny, remember that. Now, if any one, two, or a group, or even all of you together want to try and beat Cluny