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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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  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
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  40. 17
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  55. 24
  56. 25
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  58. ACT THREE
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  77. Epilogue
  78. Epilogue
  79. What’s next onyour reading list?

Janglur nodded as the solution dawned on him. “Aye, that’d be young Dann, tryin’ to prove hisself after Rusvul shouted at ’im last night, and the other two’ve gone with ’im. We’d better get searchers out, Skip, find ’em an’ get ’em back inside this Abbey before anythin’ bad ’appens to Song an’ her pals. I just figgered it out. Those four letters mean Gone To Get Tapestry!”

Skipper stared at the letters. “Of course, that’s wot they’ve done, taken Martin the Warrior’s sword an’ gone to get our tapestry back. Only beasts with not many seasons under their belts would try a thing like that. Young, brave’n’fool’ardy. Wish my otters was ’ere, we’d get ’em back afore y’could blink. Trouble is that I think my tribe’s left the falls an’ gone north on the stream down to the seaside. Lots o’ good vittles there durin’ summer.”

Janglur untied the sling from his waist. “Can’t stand ’ere jawin’ all day. They might be in danger. Come on!”

Bong! Boom! Bong! Boom! Bong!

Skipper dashed past Janglur down the stairs.

“Foebeasts at the gate!”

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By mid-noon Mokkan seemed well on the road to recovery. He had sat up after a long nap and eaten food. The water rats did not stray far from the camp, but sat awaiting his orders. Mokkan made a great pretense of trying to stand, but sank back down again grimacing. He beckoned to the rat Beelu. “You’re a good strong beast. Help me up and walk along the streambank with me while I get these paws working properly again.”

Beelu helped the Marlfox to stand upright, and Mokkan leaned heavily on him, smiling his satisfaction. “Ah, that’s better. Let’s try a short stroll downstream, shall we?”

Silently the water rat obeyed, trying hard not to stumble as he guided his charge along the bank, close to the water. It was not long before they were out of sight of the others.

From behind the trunk of a crack willow, Fenno the shrew watched them. Weary, hungry and red-eyed from lack of sleep, he had blundered round Mossflower until he was hopelessly lost. The shrew groveled down in the earth at the base of the willow and tried to meld himself with the tree, not knowing what to make of the incident that followed. He saw the paw that Mokkan had about Beelu suddenly lock around the rat’s neck and tighten. Mokkan spoke gently, soothingly, as he slowly throttled the life from his victim. “What’ll you tell my sister Vannan now, rat? This is the last lesson you’ll ever learn, never try to outsmart a Marlfox!”