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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?

Mokkan kicked him contemptuously. “Get up, you whining oaf. Follow me and do as I say!”

Shortly afterward, they lay among the loose rocks close to the plateau, Mokkan’s axblade pressed between Durrlow’s shoulder blades as he whispered orders. “Get down there fast and paddle that logboat over here. I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry!”

*

Gawjo allowed Song to bandage his paw as they strode behind the vermin to the lakefront.

“Grandpa, will you keep still, please. This wound has to be bound, and I can’t do it while you walk!”

The old squirrel warrior winked at her fondly. “My liddle Song, the sweet voice o’ reason. Time for all that when we’ve finished this job.”

At the water’s edge the defeated rats were made to pile up their armor and weapons. Helmets, breastplates and shields in one heap, spears, slings, bows, arrows and swords in a separate array.

Dann took command of the disposal. “You creatures have no need of armor. On an island such as this there’ll be no need to attack or defend from this day forward. So step up smart now an’ let’s see ye sling all this gear into the lake!”

Gawjo admired his neatly bandaged paw as Song skimmed a shield out over the water. It skipped four times, then sank with the noon sun glinting off it. The old squirrel warrior watched as it disappeared from view, butted from side to side by the hooked snouts of curious pike.

“Well, missie, there goes the garments of war. That was a good idea of yours. ’Tis nice to ’ave a clever granddaughter.”

Song was as tall as her grandpa, so it was not difficult to throw an affectionate paw about his shoulders. “Aye, and it isn’t so bad having a good old grandpa!”

The weapons were next to go. Dann noticed that some of the vermin were actually enjoying it, laughing as they aimed their spears far out into the lake.

“Hoho, mate, mine went further’n yores!”

“Well, watch this fer a good throw!”

“Hah, last time I’ll ever polish my spear fer guard duty. Remember ’ow Ullig used to ’ave us beaten for paradin’ wid a dust speck on our spearblades?”

“Aye, curse ’is memory! This was ’is sword, I ’ope it rusts to nothin’ in the waters!” The polished blade flashed in the sunlight, splashed into the lake and was lost to sight for ever.