Lord Brocktree: A Novel of Redwall
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In which the effective badger warrior Lord Brocktree—with the aid of the lively younger haremaid Dotti—must reclaim the mountain land of Salamandastron from the military of a villainous wildcat…
Bungworthy was once standin’ as much as his scut in slain blue ’uns, yellin’ Eulalias an’ hackin’ at wave after wave of the scum, yet they saved on comin’. He went down simply as I made it t’the major stairs. Seasons relaxation his courageous memory!’ Stonepaw’s shattered lance fell to the ground. ‘Did you spot any of Sailears’s command at the moment level?’ Stiffener wiped tears from his eyes. ‘They used to be taken, lord, surrounded an’ overwhelmed. ’Twas complete o’ foebeasts, packed tight – Sailears an’ the remaining didn’t even get a.
convey us wot’s within the bag, rabbit!’ The haremaid wagged a paw at him. ‘There you pass back with that rabbit blunders. Did I name you a stoat? in fact I didn’t. It’s visible to anybeast you’re a large toad. Oh, sorry, the bag. right here, you are taking it!’ Dotti swung the bag, tough. there has been a cracking noise because it struck the stoat’s head, laying him out flat. She whirled upon the others, a deadly glint in her eyes. ‘I can forgive undesirable grammar and insults, yet that was once an excellent flagon of previous cider, a.
Set within the wall. ‘Take it from me, my tremendous feathered pal, if I have been twenty seasons more youthful I nonetheless wouldn’t reside lengthy adequate to thank ye for the favour you’ve performed us, wot!’ Torleep used to be wakening the sleepers. ‘C’mon, chaps, up on y’paws, we’re bein’ rescued. Woebee marm, I’d be obliged should you maintain the outdated voice down, wot!’ Rulango flapped off into the greying sunrise. Sailears had 1/2 her physique out of the windowspace whilst she appeared down. ‘Well, I’m blowed! wager what? There’s somebeast, a.
Mossflowaaaaah!’ there has been a smattering of applause. Dotti tapped the bankvole. ‘Correction, my reliable sah, the name’s Duckfontein Dillworthy. may you kindly reannounce me, please?’ The pompous bankvole used to be pressured to conform along with her request. This introduced a couple of encouraging laughs and a few shouts. ‘That’s the stuff, omit. You inform the ole windbag!’ ‘A gel that jolly good stands up for herself, wot. strong show!’ The bankvole minimize them brief with a glare, then he shouted, ‘Let the Braggin’.
Foraging patrol stood dealing with a rift within the clifftops, in view of the ocean. Taking Byle none too lightly by way of his neck scruff, the Bark group chief made him repeat his orders. ‘We marches directly t’the sea, sire. If’n we seems to be left correct or again we’re deadbeasts. We wades into the ocean as much as our necks an’ is going that as far back as the mountain. I’m to make my report back to Ungatt Trunn that this was once the paintings of the Bark group, an’ to claim that he’s a valueless piece o’ crab bait, an’ that he’s goin’ to starve.