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(Crowd cheering)
(Cackling)
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Redwall!
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(Chattering)
Any sign of Ironbeak?
Cornflower?
Uh...no, nothing.
He’s up to something.
We’ll deal with old Iron-drawers
later.
Right now, I need help with our
new guest.
Constance, I can’t help
feeling that Matthias is in
terrible danger.
Well, he may be in for the
fight of his life, Cornflower,
but if anybeast can do it,
Matthias can.
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(Growling)
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Now we’ll see what you’re
made of, mouse.
(Wearet growling loudly)
(Metal clinking)
(Yelling)
(Cheering)
Atta boy, Matthias!
Huh?
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(Growling)
What is going on out there?
It sounds like drumming.
Oh no!
They’re having some kind of
feast, and we’re going to be
dragged out there and eaten!
Oh, what a foolish idea,
Cynthia.
Well, whatever it is, you can
wager it’s not going to be
pleasant for us.
Quiet, everyone.
I hear paws heading our way.
VOICEMust catch my breath.
(Panting)
I’m sorry, brother shrews.
It is not much farther,
Log-a-Log.
I know, Flugg, but it’s more
than I can handle.
What are you saying?
The time has come for the
Guosim to have a new leader,
and that’s you, Flugg.
You are the new Log-a-Log.
No, do not talk like that.
You must live.
You must!
Who are they?
I will not let him die down
here.
No, the law and the rules of
the Guosim say you cannot
disobey me.
I end my life here.
That is my final--
MATTIMEOHelp!
Help!
We’re Redwallers!
Can you hear us out there?
Help!
Who is in there?
Redwall!
I’d know that voice anywhere!
It’s Matthias’s young one.
Get that door open!
What’s happening out there,
Auma?
I think they’re unlocking the
door.
What if they’re enemies?
Then we’ll give them the
fight of their lives.
Tell me, Mangiz, my seer,
have your visions returned?
Uh...indeed they have,
General.
I see now that the ghost mouse
was only a trick.
The omens are good then?
Indeed they are, my general.
Soon the earth-crawlers will
tire of their silly games and
come out into the open.
And when they do, our bird
warriors will destroy them.
You truly see these things?
As clear as water, my
general.
(Cawing)
You have done well, Mangiz.
This is good news.
Very good news.
Tell the rooks to rest, and get
some sleep yourself.
False news is better than
beatings.
Stryk?
Stryk?
(Cawing)
(Shrieking)
Is everybeast all right?
Fine, Abbot Mordalfus.
We’re all fine.
Goodness me, Stryk, we’re sorry
to wake you so rudely.
That terrible raven has us all
on edge.
I think, perhaps, all these
staring eyes are scaring our
guest.
We thought you might like some
food, so--
Eat.
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This water drink’s good.
Well, now that we’ve got you
fed, let me work on that wing of
yours.
Wing?
Nothing be wrong with Stryk
Bird’s wing.
I’m not sure, Stryk.
I think it might be broken.
No beast touches Stryk Bird’s
wing.
No beast!
Stryk just need more sleep
times.
You’ll see.
You go now.
(Sighing)
Got it.
Redwall!
Mattimeo, it’s me, Log-a-Log.
Stop!
Every beast, stop!
It’s the Guosim.
What a bunch of warriors.
We’re free!
I told you we’d be rescued.
Yes, young one, but it’s not
just us-- your father is here.
My father?
And Basil Stag Hare and Jess.
Please, sir, I was
wondering...
Yes, young missy, your father
Orlando is here too.
As is yours, young hedgehog.
But you’ve got a Log-a-Log to
thank for finding you.
We’d have walked right past if
it hadn’t been for him.
I knew you’d find us.
Thank you, Log-a-Log.
Thank you so much.
(Gasping)
(Weeping)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
Matthias is looking tired.
Don’t let the champion of
Redwall fool you, old lad.
In a moment or two, he’ll decide
it’s time for lunch, then he’ll
settle the thingamabobs, you
mark my words.
(Grunting)
Made of skin and bone, that’s
what you are.
This is the end of you.
Hold on, young ’in, you don’t
want to go down there alone.
Indeed not.
There is nothing as dangerous as
an injured animal.
Especially one that big.
Poor thing.
Apparently she builds her nest
in a tree on the side of the
mountain.
One night there was a rockslide,
and she broke her wing
in the fall.
She was nearly at her end when
she spotted our abbey.
Then to be att*cked by those
wicked ravens.
I swear, I won’t rest until
Redwall is free of them.
An honourable thought,
Cornflower, but I must remind
you that danger is everywhere in
our abbey.
That will soon change, Father
Abbot.
I have a feeling Martin’s
ghost may walk again tonight.
That’s exactly what I’m
worried about, Cornflower.
These hauntings of yours have
become much too risky.
I agree.
That raven is no fool.
And sooner or later he’ll work
out what is happening.
There’s too much risk.
You must stop.
But Father Abbot, my
masquerade scares these evil
birds, and that superstitious
crow Mangiz is terrified of me.
I can’t stop now.
This is the only defence we
have.
Cornflower, you are a bigger
mischief maker than your son,
and a fighter as brave as your
husband.
Make tonight the last time that
you haunt our abbey.
I will, Father Abbot.
Come, Constance, we have work
to do.
And I am left holding the
baby, as usual.
Death is here.
Leave my abbey!
Begone!
(Giggling)
Oh, my.
I do wish Matthias and Mattimeo
had been here to see that.
Yes, so do I.
I do miss them so.
You’re right, Matthias will be
able to take care of himself,
but what about poor Mattimeo?
He’ll be all right,
Cornflower.
Matthias will see to that.
(Growling)
(Yelling)
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You called for me, General?
Mangiz, the time has come to
launch the final att*ck.
Indeed, my general?
Yes, I had a vision of my own
last night.
A plan that will end them.
A vision, my lord?
You’re not the only one who
dreams, featherhead.
Now find my magpies and
fighting rooks and bring them to
my side-- quickly!
As you wish, my lord.
I have a good feeling about
this, Mangiz.
Only for you, my general.
Water drink’s good, but Stryk
thinks she sleep now.
Good heavens!
All right, we’ve got about an
hour to set this broken wing.
I don’t understand.
What’s happened, here?
I’m guessing that our
innocent little mousemaid just
slipped Stryk a sleeping potion.
We’re wasting time.
(Chuckling)
Really, Cornflower, you never
cease to amaze me.
Where are the others?
I am sorry, my general, but,
well, they have locked
themselves in the dormitory and
refuse to come out.
Really?
(Claws sharpening)
Then I must go and talk with
them.
So, my fighters, you have been
listening to the ghost mouse
again.
What did it say this time?
(Ravens squabbling)
Who gives the orders, here?
I am in command, understand?
You worthless rabble!
(Growling)
GUOSIMNo!
(Rats laughing evilly)
(Matthias screaming)
(Gasping)
All who look upon Malkariss
must die!
You?
You’re Malkariss?
Who dares raise a paw against
Malkariss?
The evil one.
The evil one!
ALLThe evil one!
The evil one!
The evil one!
The evil one!
No!
No!
I am Malkariss!
Malkariss!
Come here, otter.
Do not be afraid.
I’m your friend.
Hold your chains tight across
this rock.
(Gulping)
(All gasping)
You’re free.
I’m free!
ALLFree!
Free!
Free!
Free!
Free!
Free!
Hurrah!
ORLANDOMatthias is alive.
Fight on, Redwallers!
Eulalia!
JESSTreetops and timber!
There’s just too many of
them.
You can knock ten down, and
twenty spring up in their place.
There’s no stopping the
Blackrobes.
Still, we signed on for the trip
so we might as well make the
best of it.
What’s all the commotion over
there?
Redwall!
Some kind of enforcements?
Well, blow me old whiskers,
it’s the youngin.
Redwall!
Mattimeo!
Over here, you young scallywag.
Eulalia!
Auma!
Daddy!
What took you so long?
It wasn’t easy, don’t you
know.
And the sooner we get this
finished, the sooner we can eat
again.
Redwall!
Just one more haunting and
we’ll have them on the run.
No, Cornflower.
You’ve been lucky, but one wrong
move and Ironbeak’s birds will
k*ll the pair of you.
If Matthias were here, he’d
keep on going until...until they
were scared out of their
feathers.
When Matthias returns with
the young ones, how shall I
explain you were k*lled playing
foolish tricks?
What would I tell your son?
You have been very brave,
Cornflower, but it’s time to put
Martin back to rest.
You’re right, Father Abbot.
I will do as you say.
Then Constance, I ask you to
take Martin’s armour back to the
gatehouse and put it where it
belongs.
(Gasping)
Cornflower, is that you?
Stop playing at once and open
this door.
Come on, I know it’s you.
(Cawing)
Why stick on Stryk wing?
It was broken, so we fixed
it.
Fix it, you did.
Me fly now.
No, you must rest until the
wing heals.
Stryk don’t want to rest.
Stryk Redkite fly now.
Just you dare, my lady, and
I’ll tan your feathery hide.
Warrior mouse "Codflouder"
should be Redkite like Stryk.
The very idea of it, you
feathery baggage.
Tonight we prepare the final
battle, because your general has
made the big stripedog his
prisoner.
The earth-crawlers are resting.
They have posted no guards at
the barricade because they think
the stripedog watches.
With her gone, we dismantle the
barricade while they sleep.
It might work.
Of course, I thought of it.
Tomorrow, the great Redhouse
will be ours!
(All cawing)
That’s all of you.
Now go home, you’re all free.
(All cheering)
Your end is near, mouse,
for I never miss.
Slagar never ever misses.
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