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  1. CAPTURED!
  2. Other Books
  3. Title Page
  4. Map
  5. Introduction
  6. BOOK ONE
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  32. BOOK TWO
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  45. BOOK THREE
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“It was his father, the Warrior, that big badger too – in fact, it was all the creatures at Redwall who hurt me. The little one was not even born then, but I know how they all dote on him. He is the son of their warrior, the hope of the future. I can kill a lot of birds with one stone by taking Mattimeo. You couldn’t imagine the agonies they’d go through if he went missing. You see, I know the woodlanders of that Abbey. They love their young and they’d rather be made captive themselves than have anything happen to their precious little ones. This is what will make my revenge all the sweeter.”

Suddenly Vitch stretched a paw towards Slagar’s masked face. “Did they do that to you? Is that why you have to wear a mask over your head? Why don’t you take it o—Aaaarrrggghh!”

Slagar seized Vitch’s paw and bent it savagely backwards. “Don’t you ever dare put your grubby paw near my face again, or I’ll snap it clean off and make you eat it, rat! Now get back to that Abbey and keep your eyes open. Make sure you know exactly where that young mouse is at all times, so that I can put my paw on him when the moment arrives.”

He released Vitch and the small rat huddled on the ground, sobbing. Slagar spat on him contemptuously. “Get up, misery guts. If you’re still lying there in a moment, you’ll feel my sword. That really will give you something to moan about.”

Vitch picked himself up slowly and painfully. Next moment he was sent hurtling by a kick on the behind from Slagar.

“Garn! Get yourself out of my sight, you snivelling snotface.”

Vitch departed hastily, leaving Slagar to take his ease once more. The Cruel One lay back, all thoughts of sleep banished by one word which echoed around his twisted mind like an eerie melody.

Revenge!

5

Matthias the Warrior of Redwall stood with his back to the empty fireplace. Cornflower had gone out early to help with the baking. Golden morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the small gatehouse cottage, glinting off the dewy fruit piled upon the table. There was a pitcher of cold cider, some cheeses and a fresh-baked loaf set out for breakfast but Matthias lacked the appetite to do it justice and stared miserably about the room. It was neat and cheerful, which did not reflect the Warrior’s mood.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in, please,” he called, straightening up.

The Foremole entered, tipping the top of his black velvet furred head with a huge digging claw. He wrinkled his button nose in a wide smile that almost made his bright little eyes vanish.

“Gudd morn to you’m, Mattwise, yurr. Uz moles be diggen a cooker pit t’day. May’aps you’ud loik to ’elp?”