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Back Marlfox
Chapters (79)
  1. CHARGE!
  2. THE REDWALL BOOKS
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. ACT ONE
  7. 1
  8. 1
  9. 2
  10. 2
  11. 3
  12. 3
  13. 4
  14. 4
  15. 5
  16. 5
  17. 6
  18. 6
  19. 7
  20. 7
  21. 8
  22. 8
  23. 9
  24. 9
  25. 10
  26. 10
  27. 11
  28. 11
  29. 12
  30. 12
  31. 13
  32. 13
  33. ACT TWO
  34. 14
  35. 14
  36. 15
  37. 15
  38. 16
  39. 16
  40. 17
  41. 17
  42. 18
  43. 18
  44. 19
  45. 19
  46. 20
  47. 20
  48. 21
  49. 21
  50. 22
  51. 22
  52. 23
  53. 23
  54. 24
  55. 24
  56. 25
  57. 25
  58. ACT THREE
  59. 26
  60. 26
  61. 27
  62. 27
  63. 28
  64. 28
  65. 29
  66. 29
  67. 30
  68. 30
  69. 31
  70. 31
  71. 32
  72. 32
  73. 33
  74. 33
  75. 34
  76. 34
  77. Epilogue
  78. Epilogue
  79. What’s next onyour reading list?

Dwopple blew a sigh of frustration and seated himself on the cart. Rusvul could not help smiling at the little fellow.

“Phwaw! Us allus gettin’ catched, ’cos we not real Marmfloxes I ’uppose. If’n you don’t slain us we gives ya some pudden.”

Rusvul relieved them of the pudding and took it back to the kitchen. He gave them a candied chestnut apiece. “It ain’t nice to steal, y’know. If you want vittles you’ve only got to ask, for nobeast goes hungry at Redwall. Another thing, bein’ Marlfoxes isn’t good either. You’d do better bein’ Redwall Warriors, like Martin on the tapestry.”

Wugger seated himself on a pile of floursacks. “Yore Dann be fetchin’ ee tarpesty back yurr, zurr, bain’t that so? Oi speck Dann’ll be back soon, do ee, zurr?”

The squirrel warrior seated himself beside the molebabe. A tear coursed down his craggy features, and he turned his head aside quickly, hoping the Dibbuns had not seen it. “I ’ope he will, liddle ’un. If anybeast brings back the tapestry it’ll be my Dann. He’s a Reguba, y’know, bravest o’ the brave!”

Dwopple popped a plum out of the pudding and munched it. “Will Marmfloxes be back, mista Rusbul? Mista Florey say they’m all goed an’ not come back ’ere no more.”

Rusvul stroked the mousebabe’s head pensively. “Mister Florian an’ lots of others say they won’t be back, and certainly nobeast in this Abbey wants to see that lot return. But you take my word fer it, liddle feller, there’s a world o’ difference between what we’d like an’ what we get. Nobeast knows that better’n I. Take it from me, all of yer, those Marlfoxes’ll be back, an’ their vermin with ’em, I’m certain of it, sure as I’m sittin’ ’ere talkin’ to you!”

The Dibbuns shook off their blanket cloaks and began dusting themselves down.

“C’mon, Wugg, us gonna be Red’all Warriors. Wot does Red’all Warriors look like, mista Rusbul?”

Rusvul looked at the Dibbuns standing boldly before him. “Just like you three, mates. Now go on with yer, off an’ play!”

He watched them scampering off, thinking of his own son Dann when he was their age, innocent, fearless and happy. Then Janglur peered around the kitchen entrance at his friend. “Come on up on the wall, matey. There’s somethin’ I think you should see!”

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