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MARTIN THE WARRIORI am
that is.
My sword shall wield for me.
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Yes, sir.
You’re late.
Shut up.
What sort of mood is he in?
What do you think?
(Growling)
Sorry I’m late, chief.
If you want to see another
sunset, you’d better have
valuable news.
It took a lot of snooping to
find out where that mouse has
gone.
Well!?
Oh, right.
He’s gone to get the sword of
Martin the Warrior.
What?
From-- listen to this--
Asmodeus.
He’s crazy.
And that’s the last we’ll hear
of him.
(Laughing maniacally)
Uh, Asmodeus is the big
snake, chief.
I know who he is, you idiot!
Shut up and let me think.
If I didn’t know better,
I’d say the chief was scared.
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This isn’t the way out.
Where are we?
Where are we?
Log-a-Log, calm down.
It’s all right.
But we’re lost!
We’ll find our way out.
How?
It’s like a maze down here.
Asmodeus must have dug a million
tunnels.
All I want to know is which one
gets us out of here.
That one.
How do you know?
How do you know it isn’t?
Have the new recruits
arrived?
They’re all here, chief, and
ready to fight.
It’s time.
Give the word.
Why are you still here?
BOTHRight, chief.
(Grumbling)
Stinky tails.
Big trouble.
(Chirping)
We’re going downwards.
I know.
Maybe we should go back and try
another--
Whoa!
Whoa, Matthias!
(All yelling)
(Yelling)
(Thumping, grunting)
(Screaming)
What?
I’m coming!
We’re trapped.
We’re going to die.
No, we’re getting out.
There’s an entrance buried over
there.
Stand behind me, everybody.
Go through - now!
If that really is Martin the
Warrior’s sword, shouldn’t it be
able to get us out?
What do you mean?
Doesn’t it have magic powers
or something?
Methuselah always told me
that wasn’t so.
I propose that we could try.
Right now I’ll try anything,
chance or magic.
We go where it points, agreed?
ALLAye!
Agreed.
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(Bubbling)
Matthias has been gone far
too long.
We should’ve heard something by
now.
What if he’s in trouble?
Supposing he’s injured?
Oh, if I could only just see
him.
(Giggling)
Slow down, Sam.
What are you trying to say?
The attic?
Yes, the attic!
If we climb to the attic and
open one of the dormer windows
we should be able to see right
over Mossflower Woods.
We’ll do it right now.
It’s not very big.
You’re right, but it goes
upwards, and that’s the way we
want to go.
That’s the way in, but how do
we reach it?
(Struggling, straining)
It might work.
But that’s going to be a
precarious climb.
Hmm, so you say.
We must be very near the
surface.
I think I can smell fresh air.
I think you’re right.
We’ve almost--
What is wrong?
It’s a dead end.
Another dead end.
(Grunting)
Be calm, Matthias.
Matthias, what are you doing?
Getting us out of here!
So the sword is magic
after all.
Not magicroots.
(Sighing in relief)
We’re in the quarry!
Hurray for Matthias, hero of
Redwall!
ALLHurray!
Thank you, Guosim of
Mossflower, but there is still
important business to take care
of.
We have to get the sword back
to Redwall?
That’s not what I meant.
You don’t mean...
But Gingivere is a cat!
A vegetarian cat.
You have nothing to fear,
but stay here if you want.
Julian, it’s Matthias!
I’ve returned!
So I see.
Welcome, little friend.
Is that the sword you told me
of?
It is - the great sword of
Martin the Warrior.
I k*lled Asmodeus the snake
with it!
Isn’t it magnificent?
Matthias, let me give you
some advice.
Your sword is a very beautiful
thing, but remember, Matthias,
it is only a sword.
I understand that.
It contains no secret spell,
nor holds within its blade any
magic power.
Yes, I know.
Whether it is used
successfully for good or evil
depends on he who wields it.
Methuselah said something
like that.
Then he was a very wise
mouse.
Use the sword wisely and it will
serve you well.
I’ll remember.
Thank you, Julian, but now I
must ask a favour of you, and
I’m in a terrible hurry.
You want me to come with you
and see that awful Captain Snow.
You’ll be pleasantly
surprised, I promise.
Cat coming!
Good afternoon.
Very clement weather for the
season, don’t you think?
Told you there was nothing to
worry about.
Perhaps, but I still don’t
like it.
Not one little-- Ah!
No!
No, Captain Snow!
Stop!
Captain Snow, I have the sword!
The Martin Sword?
See for yourself.
(All gasping)
Hmm...
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I’m waiting, Captain Snow.
Remember your promises?
On oath, I understand.
(Gasping)
On oath.
(Muttering)
There!
Take your medal back, you
insolent young mouse.
I’m not saying another word
while that salad-eating cat is
within hearing.
Captain Snow, sir.
There’s an entire regiment of
shrews hidden all about waiting
to hear you honour your wager.
Hmm!
Oh, I promise never to k*ll or
eat another mouse, or shrew, of
any type, as long as I live.
So there.
(All cheering)
(Captain Snow hooting angrily)
(Laughing)
Go away, I can’t stand it!
All those little dinners dancing
around...it’s too much!
And excuse me for mentioning
it, sir, but what about your
promise to our friend Squire
Julian?
Wasn’t the question of the
’incident’ also to be addressed?
It was all my fault.
I...apologize to you, Squire
Julian.
Well, bless my soul.
Not at all, my dear friend.
The whole incident was entirely
due to my priggishness and lack
of manners.
Do you really think so?
I insist, it was my very cruel
feeding habits that started the
whole thing.
Why don’t we share the blame
fifty-fifty and put this whole
ghastly mess behind us?
Sound reasoning.
Come over to the barn.
I’m having a very special
supper, and I’m sure there’s
enough for two.
Splendid idea.
Salad, I suppose?
Maybe there is some magic in
the sword after all.
(Chirping)
(Speaking quickly)
Slower, Warbeak, I can’t
understand you.
Lots of rats...come for
Redwall...
(Chirping frantically)
k*ll ’e all, k*ll ’e all!
Now we must move very quickly
to our biggest objective.
Does anyone know a shortcut back
to Redwall?
Hmm, well, there are many
ways.
We will have to convene a
meeting to decide on the best--
I know a way, sir.
Are you certain?
This is important.
Hoy!
Lead on, young shrew.
I trust you.
That way.
Be careful, Matthias.
This young shrew has been known
to, well, exaggerate a bit.
At that age, didn’t we all,
Log-a-Log?
Be careful, Sam.
If it opens too suddenly you
could get knocked right off.
I’ve got you.
Are you all right to go on?
(Sucking)
(Giggling)
What now?
We go down the river on
rafts.
That’s enough!
Everyone knows it’s impossible
to travel down river from here.
Why?
Well...just...it can’t be
done.
I should know, I’m the
Log-a-Log around here.
Now, young ’in, you’re sure
this is the way to go?
Hi.
We need logs.
Three shrews to a crew, you know
what to do.
Together, put your backs into
it!
That’s it.
How much farther?
Just a bit more, I think.
You think?
Don’t you know?
I was told about it.
Log-a-Log, have you ever
heard about a big waterfall deep
in Mossflower Woods?
Well, stories my father used
to tell about--
Make for the bank now!
Your lives depend on it!
What’s happening?
(Shrieking)
We’re going over!
(All screaming)
Now see what your lies have
done?
You almost k*lled us all.
I thought it was the quick
way to Redwall, honest.
Well, you can tell that to
the Grievance Committee when we
ask for your immediate dismissal
from--
Log-a-Log, look!
Redwall Abbey.
Told you it was quicker.
There must be a window here
somewhere.
Don’t understand it.
You can see them from the
courtyard.
Maybe they’ve been covered over
somehow.
What?
Oh, oh yes.
The breeze!
I can feel it too.
(Struggling noises)
A-ha!
Whoa!
What?
(Gasping)
Sam, do you know what this is?
This is the armour of Martin the
Warrior, left where he hid it.
Heaven knows how many seasons
ago.
(Distant chanting)
Do you hear that?
CLUNY’S HORDERedwall...
Redwall...
Redwall must fall!
Redwall...
Redwall...
Redwall must fall!
Redwall...
Redwall...
Redwall must fall!
Redwall...
Redwall...
Cluny!
It’s Matthias, and he’s got
Martin’s sword.
They’re heading right towards
each other.
We’ve got to warn them.
Matthias!
Oh!
Come on, light!
Light!
I know, Sam, I’m trying.
I know, Sam.
(Laughing)
Got it!
I’m coming, Sam.
Prepare to att*ck!
k*ll!
k*ll!
Down!
Matthias!
Wha--?
Matthias, look out!
(Gasping, whimpering)
Matthias!
MARTINMatthias, I am that
is.
You...
Ghost!
(Ghostly whispering)
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(Cluny yelling)
HORDERetreat!
Matthias!
Oh, Matthias.
(Laughing with relief)
Asmodeus is dead, and
Martin’s sword has been returned
to its rightful home.
It wouldn’t have happened
without the help of the Guosim.
(Cheering)
Oh, jolly good!
There’s more, Matthias.
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It’s Martin’s armour!
Do your worst, Cluny.
We’re ready for you.
But be warned, we shall be
victorious.
Redwall!
ALLRedwall!
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