♪
(Smashing)
(Bows twanging)
(Screaming)
♪
(Splashing, crashing)
(Laughing)
♪
TIMSeven seasons
have passed since Matthias the
Warrior returned safely to
Redwall Abbey with his son,
Mattimeo.
And, this is the second season
that I, Tim Churchmouse, have
been the official Recorder of
Redwall Abbey’s history.
(Tower bell ringing)
♪ Amid the deep, wide winter
snow ♪
♪ Mossflower sleeps ’till
spring ♪
♪ While stuck in Cavern Hole
below ♪
♪ All Redwall’s creatures sing ♪
♪ Autumn gave us plenty
♪ Our harvest did not fail
♪ No plate or jug is empty
♪ There’s good October Ale ♪
♪ Oh, autumn gave us plenty
♪ Our harvest did not fail
♪ No plate or jug is empty
♪ There’s good October Ale ♪
(Cheering, murmuring)
(Cheering)
Please.
Fellow Redwallers and
woodlanders!
(Cheering)
Abbot Mordalfus--
(Cheering)
Abbot Mordalfus has asked that
we tell how Redwall’s great
story began.
How Martin the Warrior,
Defender of Redwall, my
predecessor--
(Cheering)
Thank you.
How he came here many seasons
ago.
Now you all know your own paths
in our story.
But, today, you are going to
learn everything else.
This great tapestry only tells
part of the tale.
The whole story goes back many,
many seasons in the history of
the woodlanders and here to
tell us this tale, is our own
Abbey recorder, Tim Churchmouse.
(Cheering)
It really all begins with
Martin the Warrior, first great
defender of Redwall Abbey.
The story begins in a place far
away from here called Marshank.
(Drum b*ating)
TIMThe pirate, Badrang, was
the scourge of the Marshank
Coast.
att*ck!
att*ck!
(Cheering, laughing, drumming)
(Smashing)
(Bow twanging)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)
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TIMLuke the Warrior,
Martin’s father, prepared to
leave to fight Badrang.
Will you be away very long?
I’ll be gone a while, my son.
I want to come.
I can help you fight the
searats.
Are you sad, Father?
Now you listen to me, young
Martin, I’m leaving you this.
To remember me by.
Sometimes, son, we have to do
things we rather not do, but
must.
One day, you’ll understand.
Grandmother, when will he be
back?
When the seas are safe again,
Martin.
Defend the weak!
Never fight in anger!
And never let another creature
take my sword from you!
(Grunting)
Gotcha!
There you are!
I’ve been half out of my mind
looking for you.
I was only--
You’re over a mile from home!
(Gasping, chuckling)
More slaves.
Run, Martin!
Run, Grandson!
(Crying)
You touch my grandmother and,
and I, I’ll hit you!
(Chuckling)
Give that here, you’ll hurt
yourself.
I promised my father not to
give the sword to any crea--
(Groaning)
Did you now?
Pull!
(Whip cracking)
Pull!
Pull.
Pull!
Pull.
Pull, you vermin!
(Groaning)
Here, keep moving you lot.
Get up you!
Move you useless, old lump!
I’ll strip your hide, you
worthless layabout.
(Whip cracking)
Hey!
(Grunting)
Hey you, what are you doing?
Get him!
(Screaming, grunting, yelling)
Enough!
You again.
Still trouble, eh?
I should run you through and be
done with you.
Scum!
Scum?!
Scum and a thief.
(Growling)
That sword is not yours.
It belongs to me.
Well, you’re not short on
nerve, mouse.
What’s your name?
My name is--
(Groaning)
My name is Martin.
Son of Luke, the Warrior.
Warrior?
(Laughing)
Well, Martin, son of Luke the
Warrior, you can become Martin,
the seagull’s breakfast.
(Laughing)
(Lightning crashing)
(Groaning)
He’ll have a bad time tonight
if this weather worsens.
It’s the morning I’m worried
about, father.
When the gulls and the gannets
come, they’ll rip him to bits.
(Clanging, gasping)
Get away from there, or
you’ll be up there with him!
Double work for you two,
tomorrow.
(Sighing)
That brave young fella, Martin,
protected me from Hisk.
I wish there was something we
could do for him.
There’s nothing any of us can
do.
You won’t break me Badrang!
This looking like the place
alright, Mistress Rose.
Soup’s near done.
Do you think Brome is in
there?
Well, they rat tracks lead
here.
So where else would he be?
Here, eat up now.
Grumm Trencher, you’re worse
that an old mousewife.
Well, it keeps you warm
anyway.
If only Brome hadn’t
wondered off from Noonvale.
Well, wonder he did, and if
that Badrang’s got him.
He’ll be wishing he listened to
his father.
Father meant no harm.
He just wanted Brome to be
responsible.
(Slurping)
Well, young and responsible
aren’t words that go together,
do they?
Save for yourself, Mistress
Rose.
Oh Grumm.
(Chuckling)
Badrang!
Badrang!
Grumm, come here quickly!
Listen.
MARTINI’ll live, Badrang!
Do you hear me?!
I’ll live and take back my
father’s sword!
I am Martin, son of Luke!
You watch for them guards,
mistress.
There will be no guards out
in this weather!
Martin, son of Luke, can you
hear me?
Martin, son of Luke!
(Groaning)
Martin!
Who are you?
I am Laterose, daughter of
Chief Urran Voh of Noonvale.
Why are you here?
I seek my brother, Brome!
Do you know him?
No.
He’s fallen unconscious if
you ask I, poor creature.
Martin, can we help you?
Gulls will att*ck...
Dawn...
Not if Rose of Noonvale has
anything to say about it!
Find me pebbles, Grumm, I’ll
show that cruel, heartless
Badrang.
I bet he’ll be only half as
ill tempered as thee, missy.
And he’ll feel it if he
hurts that poor Martin or my
brother.
(Grunting)
(Squawking)
(Laughing)
Gurrad, go wake yon mouse and
make him wriggle.
We’ll soon have him eaten.
Wake up, wake up!
There’s some sharp beaks that
need breakfast.
Tough, eh?
Well not tough enough to stop
them!
(Squawking)
(Crying)
Looks like they got good
appetites today, Gurrad!
(Thumping)
Good sh*t, mistress.
Stupid bird.
Go get him you lot!
You won’t need this no more.
(Thumping)
(Cheering)
What’s happening?
(Thumping)
Thank you, Rose, whoever
you are.
What do you see, Boggs?
Some sort of fort!
Badrang!
Or, I’ll eat me gloves!
Won’t me old matey, Badrang, be
pleased to see me?
Pleased, Captain?
He’ll pop his cork!
Ha!
And if he don’t?
I’ll pop it for him!
(Laughing)
What’s the matter with them?
Why aren’t they tearing him
apart?
(Squawking)
Now what?!
Sire, that’s the cry of a
great eagle!
Gurrand, they’re ain’t no great
eagles on this coast.
Stow that gab.
Hang a bit of rotten fish on
him.
Hungry sea birds will come for
that, eagle or no eagle!
Hold still, or I’ll pin this
to you with me spear!
Yeow!
Stop playing the fool!
(Groaning)
Somebody’s throwing rocks!
Ouphh!
Ah!
Must be some beast hiding out
there, Lord Badrang.
That’s for the last b*ating
you gave me, Skalrag!
Yeow!
They’re coming from inside
the fortress!
(Groaning)
They’re coming from the
shore, I tell ya!
(Clanging)
They’re coming from
everywhere!
It can’t be.
Get that mouse down there!
Into the fortress, quick!
But sire, what about the rock
throwers?
Scum brain!
We want to worry about the
stones?
Look!
Tramun Cuttlefish Clogg!
Me old shipmate, and me mortal
enemy.
Pick your feet up you lily
livered slime!
Look, they’re cutting Martin
down.
I do think, us’s won Missy
Rose!
Thank the seasons we could
help that poor mouse.
I gave them billy ho with my
old ladler!
So you did Grumm.
Oh, plummety, look it, missy.
Corsairs!
Pirates!
Come on, Grumm.
We best get away from here.
We’ll be safe in the marshes.
I reckon you’re right, Missy
Rose.
I don’t like pirates.
If only I knew Brome was
safe.
If I knows my old matey,
Badrang, he’ll have slaves of
plenty to build that place.
Yes, captain.
Ain’t right for corsairs and
searats to row their own ship
now, is it?
Oh, no, captain!
So, we’ll slip ashore, and
ask him, handsome like, to fit
us out with a few row beasts.
BOTHRight, captain.
And if he won’t, I’ll just
slit his gizzard, used his skull
as me figurehead, and take them
anyway!
(Laughing)
Only fair, ain’t it, Growch?
(Laughing)
Ain’t a joke, matey.
Badrang knows I hate his
miserable, treacherous guts!
And I’ll have his slaves, every
last one of them!
Harken, young mouse.
You’re not short on nerve and,
uh, now I could use a tough
fighter like you.
What, things being as they
are, how’d you like to be a
captain in my horde?
Best food, best slaves.
What do you say, young ’in?
Will you swear loyalty to me
against old Clogg?
(Growling)
(Screaming)
You’ll wish the gulls got ya,
you will!
Chuck him in the pit!
(Yelling)
Don’t just stand there!
We got pirates to deal with.
(Groaning)
Well, still alive Martin.
I’m Felldoh.
You saved my father Barkjon.
What are you doing down here?
Stiffear saw me throwing
rocks at him on the wall.
Well, thanks for helping.
I thought I was bird meat for a
while.
You helped my old dad, so I
did what I could for you, matey.
What’s Badrang going to do
with us?
Who’s there?
This young fella’s Brome.
Brome?
Hello.
Your sister’s outside with
somebody called Grumm.
Rose and Grumm, outside?
Yes, I owe them and Felldoh
my life.
They drove off the birds.
Then there was a screech,
like an eagle!
That’s Rose, she does all
sorts of voices.
They’ll soon get us away from
Badrang.
You’ll see.
Simple as picking daisies.
When was the last time, you
picked daisies, matey?
A long time ago.
Simple was it?
But not impossible.
(Laughing, cheering)
Now, how many poor, little
slaves to build a place like
that, Boggs?
Oh, lots, captain.
Crowds of them.
Lots and crowds?
Aye, lots and crowds.
Which is most, Growch?
Lots, or crowds?
Why, bless your heart,
captain.
Crowds, that means lots and
lots!
(Laughing)
Well said, matey.
(Thumping)
Break out all weapons!
We’ll lay up the coast a-ways
and hide out of sight.
Then, we’ll go ashore for a
little reunion with me old
messmate, Badrang.
And we’ll have all his slaves
as row beasts, or we’ll have
them all for fish bait.
(Laughing)
(Cheering)
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