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(Cheering)
(Cackling)
♪
Redwall!
♪
♪
(Squawking)
Hurry!
They're trying to cut us off!
Back, back!
Return to Cavern Hole, everyone!
(Screaming)
Sister May, follow me!
(Gasping)
(Screaming)
(Squalling)
Get out of our Abbey, you
scavengers!
Look out behind you,
Constance!
(Growling)
This way!
Everybeast!
♪
Right, you snivelling slaves.
We'll rest here awhile.
(Sighing)
And you'll do it in silence!
I don't like these rocks.
They frighten me, Matti.
I feel like we're being
surrounded by some evil force.
♪
Not far now, Threeclaws.
Then we'll be rid of these
miserable slaves.
Do you hear that?
What's going to happen to us?
It's all right, Tess.
I'll do everything I can to get
us out of this.
I will not fail us.
"Those who cross and live to
tell, see the badger and the
bell."
That must be the gorge we
crossed.
But the badger and the
bell...hmmm.
OLD RABBITDoom, doom!
What was that?
OLD RABBITDeath,
destruction and darkness.
Doom, I say.
Doom!
I am Matthias, the Warrior of
Redwall.
And these are my friends.
What is your name, sir?
Evil stands on the path
ahead.
I wonder what could have
happened to him.
Here, for warmth.
Doom.
Doom, doom, I say!
Funny looking "do-da", eh?
What do you suppose it is?
I have no idea.
Let's hope it's a good luck
charm.
We could use one.
We're holding the rooks back,
but we're just not reaching the
magpies.
The thieving, pilfering
barbarians!
How dare they steal our
warrior's tapestry?
Excusing I, ma'am.
Why don't you use our tunnels?
The tunnels?
How?
You can come in 'em through
the main door.
They won't be expecting that.
Yes, we can sneak around
behind them.
Winifred, Ambrose, Cornflower
and Foremole.
Come with me.
I always knew I could rely on
you, Threeclaws.
Huh?
Some of the others,
especially Halftail and Vitch,
need watching.
Pretty soon I'll be gone for a
day or two.
I want you to keep an eye on
them.
I'll leave you in charge.
Leave it to me, Chief.
(Squawking)
On the count of three, hit
them with all we've got!
One...
Two...
Redwall!
Three!
After them!
♪
Into the Hole, go!
(Snoring)
Huh?
I was just laying here, Chief.
Watching the captives.
Good, good.
Listen, mate.
I'll have to take a short trip,
soon.
I'll leave you in charge here,
but don't say anything to the
others.
Keep an eye on Threeclaws.
He's been acting a bit big for
his fur lately.
I don't trust him.
Don't think I haven't noticed
it, Chief.
I've never trusted him.
That's because you're like
me, old fella.
(All chattering)
Hooray!
ALLHooray!
You acted courageously, my
friends.
Martin is certainly back among
us.
Is there a tunnel through to
the gatehouse cottage?
Aye, missus.
I dug it me self.
Splendid.
Sister May, would you come with
me tonight?
I have an idea.
Mangiz, what do your vision
see?
Does your mind's eye tell you
where these earth crawlers went?
Help me here!
My visions are still clouded,
Lord.
Oh, not the mouse warrior
again.
I see what I see.
The mouse wearing armour blocks
my visions and my thoughts.
I cannot explain it.
The mouse is only a picture
upon a cloth.
You have failed me, Mangiz.
(Cheeping)
Sparrows, get them!
(Squawking)
(Crowing)
Sparra!
Down here, Sparra!
(Chirping)
You made it back.
You're alive!
Did you find Matthias?
Are they all well?
Where's Queen Warbeak?
Quiet!
Let them speak.
Sparrows bring sad news.
Queen Warbeak, she dead now.
Oh.
She die with all our other
sparrows.
We all help Matthias in battle.
You found Matthias?
He's alive?!
They travel south.
They got new friends with them.
We give them riddle, for guide
them.
We too are in the midst of
w*r, with General Ironbeak and
the rooks.
They've taken over much of the
Abbey and we are but a few.
Sparrows hear big bird speak.
He very worry about a mouse.
He say mouse dressed up a big
warrior.
I knew it!
Martin is watching over us.
Now, I think my little scheme
really will work.
Cornflower, I think you
should tell us what this plan is
before you go off and do things
by yourself.
Very well.
Gather round.
This is what I'm going to do.
We really need to solve what
the badger and the bell are in
this riddle.
When the sun goes down and we
lose all light, we'll have to
set up camp for the night.
Jolly well, right old
hooter.
We can't follow these dashed
tracks in darkness, don't you
know?
And that bounder Slagar will
get further ahead.
Huh?
Oh, shake me flappy tail,
if it ain't a bally badger and
the bloomin' bell.
Right, get a bearing on,
Basil.
We'll make the rocks by dawn.
(Crickets chirping)
Nary a sign of the birdbags,
missus.
We'd been safe enough.
(Gasping)
FOREMOLEWell, let hims get
it out and you try it on for
size.
Then you can see if your plan
will work, ma'am.
(Snoring)
Listen, Vitch.
But, Slagar, I haven't done
anything wrong!
I've been--
Quiet, Vitch.
Keep your voice down.
Now, pretty shortly, I'll be
taking the slaves away from
here.
And I want you to come with me.
Oh, where are we taking them,
Chief?
I can't say much now.
I don't want those traitors to
hear.
Just be ready.
You can count on me, Chief.
Oi, mouse!
Thought I'd tell you.
Me and and Chief, we've got
something really nasty lined up
for you.
I really don't think you're
going to like this plan we
invented.
Well, hold your tongue,
Vitch, and do as I say.
(Muffled screaming)
Right, Vitch.
You're going to help me and my
friends get out of here.
Don't worry, they're friends.
Of me and Slagar.
Does that make you feel better?
How about this?
You're doomed.
You and all your friends.
Doomed.
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Thought he could escape,
Chief.
Didn't take me long to catch
him.
We've got some visitors you
might be interested in.
(Groaning)
Oh, Matti.
I feel that evil force even
stronger now.
I hate guard duty.
It's so cold and boring.
(Squawking)
What was that?
Look, something's moving down
there.
(Imitating Martin)
Death comes if you stay!
(Screeching)
A ghost!
Death it said!
Death!
Save us.
It was a mouse, just like the
warrior on the big cloth.
Except this one had no face!
It was dressed in armour, and
it pointed its big sword at us.
There is no ghost.
It's all a figment of Mangiz's
imagination.
And now he's got you all
believing it.
This is all your doing, crow.
You, and your stupid clouded
visions.
(Squawking)
You have come again for the
slaves.
I was waiting for you, Nadaz.
(Slicing)
Don't panic.
Just go where they tell you.
I think your plan worked
remarkably well, Cornflower.
They were scared out of their
feathers.
Constance deserves credit for
the voice.
(Imitating a ghost)
Cornflower!
The warrior is coming to haunt
you!
To haunt you...
What was that?!
Did you hear that, Grubclaw?
Don't you start that again,
or we'll get into more trouble.
Now, go to sleep.
Slagar has k*lled Damper!
Rubbish.
Slagar wouldn't k*ll one of his
own.
What do you know about what
Slagar would or would not do?
He doesn't even like you.
Well, as a matter of fact, he
put me in charge.
(Growling)
Slagar left you in charge?
He would have left a weasel in
charge.
Wouldn't he, mates?
Yeah, look around, snot
whiskers.
Slagar's gone, and he's taken
all the slaves.
(Scuffling)
♪
I'd like to have that foxes'
gut at the end of this hook
right now.
Brave words from the scum of
the earth.
Huh?
It was Slagar!
He made us do it.
So, you are with Slagar.
Where is he, and more
importantly, what has he done
with the young ones?
When we woke up this morning,
they were all gone.
Trouble is, the tracks stop
here.
We can't follow footsteps over
rock.
"Face the lord who points the
way, afternoon on summer's day."
Well, whoever this lord is,
he's not come out to show us
anything yet.
Let a chap with a touch of
breeding have a try.
Hello, there!
I say, lord, old fella, Basil
Stag Hare here, don't you know?
Listen, why don't you tottle out
and point the way to me and my
pals?
Confounded bad form!
You'd think the rotter would
have the manners to answer a
chap in need.
Aye, what if the lord isn't a
person?
But a thing, like a tree, or a
rock?
Hmmm.
Well, curl me whiskers, I
think the young fella's got a
point there.
The badger and the bell were
rocks, so why not the lord, eh?
What?
(Whistling)
Hmmm?
(Whistling)
Up here, ninnies.
Aye, jove!
What a splendid fellow.
There he is.
Excellent, Cheek.
Orlando, you stay here and watch
those wretches.
If that tree's not the lord,
then I don't know what is.
MATTHIASIt's the lord, all
right.
There's no doubt in my mind.
Well done, lad.
Good work!
Face the lord who points the
way, afternoon on summer's day.
Good point, Cheek.
We'd better get hiking.
If we're not there by sunset,
we'll have to wait a whole day
for afternoon to come around
again.
NADAZThis is Malkariss'
Kingdom.
You would do well to hold your
tongue.
This is the city your slaves
will help build for Malkariss.
(Groaning)
♪
Who comes near Malkariss?
It is Nadaz, Voice of the
Host, oh Malkariss.
King of the deep, lord of the
abyss.
The fire of the sun.
The fox Slagar has returned
with many creatures to work in
your realm beneath the earth.
Who is the other one?
(Whispering) Well, maybe if
he wants to believe you, I can
tell you exactly what will
happen.
He is a young rat named
Vitch.
The fox says that if it pleases
you, he is a gift.
To serve in the ranks of the
host.
He is not born to the host.
Our ways are not known to him.
Chain him with the slaves!
No, save me!
Don't let them do this to me!
I was loyal to you!
I've served you well!
Help me, Slagar!
Ask the fox what he wants of
me.
(Indistinct whispering)
Malkariss, all powerful one.
Slagar asks me to remind you of
your promise when he brought
you the last slaves.
Promise?
He claims the land you
promised him, from the gorge to
the south boundaries of your
realm.
Tell the masked one to be
patient.
When I have decided that his
voice above ground will serve
me well, then I will send for
him.
Listen, rat.
Tell your master that I've kept
my side of the bargain.
He promised me that land.
Now you go and tell him I have a
right to that territory.
You don't tell me anything,
fox.
You have no rights here.
Never dare to make demands upon
Malkariss.
Your audience is over.
We had a deal!
One day, I'll rule all of this.
Above and below ground.
Aye, the stripes.
It's so big!
By jove!
Well, what do we do, old stick?
What does the riddle say now?
It's the last four lines.
"Face the lord who points the
way, afternoon on summer's day."
"Death will open up it's grave,
who goes there, none but the
brave."
Death?!
I don't much like the sound of
that.
We must be brave, young hero.
It says so in the riddle.
Trouble is, none of us know
where to go from here.
We're out of clues.
And if we don't find the
answer before sunset, we'll have
to wait another hours until
the next afternoon.
Maybe the mad, old rabbit was
right.
Maybe we are doomed.
All of us.
Doomed.
Tess?
Are you there?
Here, Matti.
Hold my paw.
Let's all hold paws, so we
don't lose each other.
(Lock rattling)
Just thought I'd show you
lot the last bit of light
you'll be seeing for awhile.
From now on, you better get used
to the dark.
You'll be spending the rest of
your snivelling lives here.
Your journey is over.
(Cackling)
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