Added to the scent of the orchard, an aroma of wonderful food created an intoxicating atmosphere. Janglur, Skipper and Rusvul had been temporarily relieved by three good Guosim, and were sitting together with Rimrose and Ellayo. All around them the buzz and chatter of happy creatures added to the festive spirit. Even the vari-hued butterflies and bumblebees that hovered about the orchard seemed part of the enchanted afternoon.

Cregga Badgermum created an instant hush when she stood to speak. “Friends, Redwallers, good creatures all, before we carry on to enjoy this sunny day, let me say a few words in the absence of either Abbot or Abbess. First, let us hope that the Marlfox threat has gone from Mossflower country. Brave creatures lost their lives in defense of our Abbey, and we must remember them always in our minds and hearts. But also we must resolve never to yield to evil, whether it be Marlfox or any other vermin attempting to destroy the peaceful life of Redwall. Next, I feel we should give due thanks to our warriors. Janglur Swifteye, Rusvul Reguba, Bargle Guosim, Skipper of otters, Borrakul and all of you who defended the Abbey, our thanks to you brave ones!”

There was a mass murmur of agreement, which broke out into hearty applause. Cregga waited before continuing.

“Also we must live in hopes for the safety of Janglur’s daughter Song, Rusvul’s son Dannflor and the young Guosim Dippler. These, we now know, have gone to get back the tapestry, which is the very heart of Redwall. Fate and fortunes keep them well and aid them on their quest. Now, before we begin, is there anything that you wish to ask me, friends?”

Tragglo Spearback’s voice rang out strong and clear. “Aye, marm, I want to know why you ain’t our Abbess. Everybeast wishes you were!”

Roars of approval and loud cheers echoed everywhere. Skipper was forced to whack the table with his rudder to get order. “Ahoy, give marm a chance, will ye? Thanks, marm, the floor’s yours.”

Cregga nodded gratefully in the otter Chieftain’s direction. “Well done, Skip! Redwallers, I once had command when I ruled Salamandastron, the great fortress by the sea. Now I wish to live out my seasons in peace. I can help and advise, but I will not rule, on that my word is final. So, if there are no more questions, we will start the feast!”

Bargle held up a paw, grinning mischievously. “Beg pardon, marm, but could you tell us why mister Florian ain’t sittin’ down like the rest of us?”

Cregga’s blind eyes turned in the shrew’s direction. “Isn’t he? I hadn’t noticed. Mayhap mister Florian can throw some light upon the mystery. Sir?”