Mattimeo (Redwall, Book 3)
Slagar the Fox is determined to vanquish peaceable Redwall. Gathering his mercenary band of rats, stoats, and weasels, he advances upon the abbey with a cunning scheme-rather than making courageous battle plans, he will steal the children of Redwall from under their parents' very noses. And his prize captive will be Mattimeo, the headstrong young son of Matthias, the fearless mouse warrior!
flung it among the attackers as he yelled; ‘Retreat! Back to the ledge!’ Amid the milling confusion, the clang of Orlando’s axe rang against the stone walls as he scythed madly at the rats who were trying to turn and run. Matthias had fought his way among the rats but lost sight of Slagar. Turning, he faced the rats who were trying to push past him. Blocking, sweeping and hacking, he battled away until he met Orlando coming from the opposite direction. Log-a-Log passed them both at the head of
woodlanders! By the fur and claw, there’s a great army of woodlanders coming this way!’ ‘Turn out the Abbey, tell the Father Abbot. Sound the bells!’ Matthias marched shoulder to shoulder with his friends, while the horde packed in behind them gazed up in awe at the red sandstone Abbey which reared above the trees ahead. Mattimeo began laughing. Tim, Tess and Cynthia pounded him on the back as they shouted and cheered wildly: ‘Good old Redwall, tell Ambrose to get the barrels open!’
we’ll start again!’ Sir Harry was perched among the sparrows. ‘Now listen and mark my words As I eat this delicious cheese. You’re really quite lucky birds, To live in surroundings like these, Woodland nutcrunch, gooseberry pie, Honeybaked apples too. Billberry pudding, my, oh my, Just swallow, don’t bother to chew.’ The Abbot looked apologetically over his glasses at Matthias. ‘There’s a very nice fish baking in the pit, a grayling, like the one we caught together many
bent their heads under the weight of water. Beneath the shrubbery between the oak and the beech trees, the young prisoners chained on the slave line slept fitfully, knowing that in a short time they would be brutally roused and forced to march again. Mid-afternoon found Matthias, Basil and Jess still striking east into Mossflower. They were constantly finding evidence that the cart had travelled in this direction, such as crushed leaves, broken branches and bruised bark, but Matthias noticed
to leave this haven of plenty. Log-a-Log nibbled wild celery as he made his report to Matthias. ‘The scouts have picked up the trail, going south as usual. It’s easy to follow.’ Matthias nodded, studying the map and the poem. ‘Aye, it looks like plain travelling. There’s no obstacle ahead, unless you count these two rocks, the badger and the bell!’ 39 ‘CONSTANCE, ABBOT! BIRDS are trying to steal our tapestry!’ Brother Trugg tripped over his habit and fell as he dashed from the