The Bellmaker (Redwall)
Brian Jacques
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0142400300
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
New York Times bestselling author Brian Jacques masterfully recounts more woodland adventures in the seventh epic in the Redwall series!
It has been four seasons since Mariel, the warrior-mouse daughter of Joseph the Bellmaker, and her companion, Dandin, set off from Redwall to fight evil in Mossflower. Nothing has been heard of them since. Then one night, in a dream, the legendary Martin the Warrior comes to the Bellmaker with a mysterious message. Clearly, Mariel and Dandin are in grave danger. Joseph and four Redwallers set off at once to aid them. As they push over land and sea, they cannot know the terrible threats they face. Will the Bellmaker and his companions arrive in time to help Mariel and Dandin?
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deserted him and his voice sounded small and frightened. ‘T’aint much fun bein’ a warrior, looks like we’re nigh to gettin’ ourselves slayed!’ Mariel knew Bowly’s words to be true. But desperate situations call for reckless remedies: the mousemaid hurled herself into action with lightning ferocity. Snatching the dagger from Dandin’s belt she clamped it firmly between her teeth, then, thundering forward, she struck hard, left, right and centre with the Gullwhacker. Totally unprepared for such an
Against a sky of dusty blue, cream-coloured towers shimmered beneath quaint, circular red-tiled roofcaps. Dark green ivy and golden saxifrage flourished amid the crenellations. Campion and climbing roses burgeoned carelessly over windowsills and framed doors. The hot afternoon did not contribute the slightest breeze to ruffle the variegated pennants draped idly round tall flagpoles. Rab dismissed the dreamlike qualities of his old home, riveting his worried brown eyes on the window alongside the
only two of ’em, it’s no army. Charge!’ Dandin nudged Mariel urgently. ‘The game’s up, time we weren’t here!’ They broke cover and began a mad dash, back the way they had come. Mariel risked a quick glance backward. ‘Better shift, the whole pack’s after us!’ she yelled. Footpaws thrumming madly against the earth, Mariel and Dandin ran for their lives, the breath rising ragged in their throats as the two Dirgecallers, heading the pack, sped on their tails, gaining by the moment. Nagru followed
sit yurr an’ ee sit thurr, ’old on naow!’ ‘Two atta time, on’y two atta time, who’s next?’ ‘Oi’ll take ee round yon bullyrushers!’ ‘Watch out for big fishes an’ pirates!’ Blaggut lounged on the bank, proudly watching his two new boats on their maiden voyages. After a while, Slipp came shuffling wearily along and slumped down beside his former bosun. ‘Enjoyin’ yerself are yer, ’avin’ a good time?’ he asked. ‘Aye thankee Cap’n, see the boats I made fer my Dibbuns!’ Slipp cast a weary eye over
second helping. ‘Do that mean ee goin to tell us’n’s a tale, zurr?’ he asked. ‘Well there’s nothing else t’do in weather like this,’ said the ancient squirrel, as he put aside his bowl and spoon. ‘Aye, I’ll tell you a story, but my mate will have to help me out in parts, because it’s a very long tale.’ Jerril was licking his bowl, but he popped his head out to say, ‘Did yer make it up, sir?’ The squirrel shook his grizzled head vigorously. ‘Make it up? Indeed not. No, young feller, this story
