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Chapters (79)
  1. CHARGE!
  2. THE REDWALL BOOKS
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. ACT ONE
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  11. 3
  12. 3
  13. 4
  14. 4
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  27. 11
  28. 11
  29. 12
  30. 12
  31. 13
  32. 13
  33. ACT TWO
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  37. 15
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  40. 17
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  58. ACT THREE
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  77. Epilogue
  78. Epilogue
  79. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Farewell, Soll, farewell, Goody! We’ll never forget you, or the kindness you’ve shown us. Farewell!”

Watching the sleek craft slide downstream until it was lost in the nightfall, hedgehog and otter stood silent, tears dripping down their faces. Goody Brimm passed Soll her kerchief. “They got a long an’ dangerous way t’go, but they’re young an’ brave of heart. They’ll make it.”

The giant hedgehog dabbed gently at his eyes. “Wish they could’ve stayed safe with me’n’Croikle!”

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Florian Dugglewoof Wilffachop struck his most noble pose. Balancing high on the midwest battlements he leaned forward, shading his eyes with a paw, back leg stuck out straight behind, and his expression one of keen and courageous intelligence as he peered searchingly in all directions. The fearless commander, master of all he surveyed. “H’all cleeeeyaaahhh?” he called to the sentries in his most authoritative voice. “The enemy hath fled from our gates! Nary a sign of one lousebound rat or malicious Marlfox t’be seen in all this fair country, wot!” Deesum clasped her paws together fervently. “Oh, thanks be to fortune, is the fighting over now?”

Florian blew out his narrow chest, placing a paw upon his heart. “The winds of war blow no more, madam, the foebeast is vanquished, routed by our valorous efforts, retreating in disarray, wot wot!”

The fiendish mousebabe Dwopple narrowly missed the hare’s tail with a stone from his sling. He scowled ferociously. “Worra ’im talkin’ ’bout?”

Florian cast a jaundiced eye at his one remaining foe. “If you’d washed your pesky ears out you’d have heard first time, O small and horrible one. Victory is ours! Toll the bells! Strew rose petals round me paws and prepare a great feast!”

Brother Melilot rolled his eyes skyward in despair. “I had a feelin’ he was goin’ to mention food!”

The rest of the Redwallers sitting on the gatehouse steps looked to Cregga. Sister Sloey touched the badger’s paw. “What d’you think, Badgermum? Is the fighting really over?”

Cregga deliberated before giving her answer. “It could well be, friend. Another Marlfox slain, and a good number of water rats. Perhaps they’ve had enough. They’ve not shown up today so far, and that must be a good sign.”

Gurrbowl Cellarmole jumped up and down with joy. She hated the notion, as most other Redwallers did, of continued strife. “Oh, do saya ee vurmints be’d gone, marm. Ee foightin’ do be’s over, bain’t it, do ee say ’tis.”

Cregga smiled. She could feel the hopefulness virtually radiating from the Abbeydwellers gathered around her. “Oh, all right, if you wish, I think the war’s over.”

Joyous pandemonium rang out over the grounds into the sunkissed morning.

“Victory for Redwaaaaaalllll!”

“Sound the bells! Sound the bells good’n’loud!”

“A feast! Let’s prepare a great feast in the orchard!”