The Long Patrol
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The owlchicks of Orocca and Taunoc are big birds now. My goodness, how quickly they grew and learned to fly! They chose the names Nutwing, Nutbeak and Nutclaw, because nut was the only word they spoke for a full season. All three are fine birds, though not as well spoken as their parents and inclined to be a bit impudent at times, but they are still young.
I am the official keeper of the medals, did you know that? I’ll tell you about it. The treasure we brought up from sunken Castle Kotir was melted down by order of my good friend Abbess Tansy. She decreed that a solid gold medal, each set with a separate gem, would be made for everybeast who fought at the Ridge of a Thousand. Redwallers get a ruby, Waterhogs and otters a pearl, shrews a peridot and hares a bluejohn, every one set in a small gold shield attached to a white silken ribbon. But I am left in charge of them all because they will not wear them to work!
What work, did I hear you say? Why, the rebuilding of our south wall, of course. Major Perigord, Skipper, Log a Log, Gurgan Spearback and our own Arven all agreed that they cannot abide idle paws. So, we have a veritable army working on the south wall, filling holes, tamping down earth and relaying the massive red sandstone blocks. It will soon be completed, and then there will be double reason, nay treble, for festivities. One for the new wall and two to celebrate the lives of those lost in the battle last summer. The third reason is so exciting that I can scarce bring myself to write about it.
Tammo and Pasque are to be wedded!
It’s true! Taunoc flew off some time back to bring Tammo’s family from Camp Tussock to attend the celebrations. Mem Divinia was very proud of her son, and even old Colonel Comspurrey had to admit that his son was a true Long Patrol Warrior. Abbess Tansy saved enough gold and three beautiful emeralds to make a paw bracelet for Pasque. She is the prettiest hare I have ever seen, and I personally think that she knows more of healing wounds than anybeast. But don’t tell Sister Viola I said that. Alas, even Pasque can do nothing for Tammo’s limp, that the spear wound in his leg caused. But Tammo just laughs when asked about his injury. He says that he never intended being a Runner and gets about better than most. I agree with him, the limp is hardly noticeable.
When the sad day arrives that Russano has to leave us, our Abbey will not be without a badger. Lady Cregga has decided to live at Redwall as Badger Mother. The Dibbuns adore her, and though she has massive strength her gentleness towards them is touching to see. And talking about seeing, Mother Cregga is learning to see more without the use of her sight than most of us can see with two eyes!
The Guerilla Union of Shrews in Mossflower, or the Guosim as they are known, have faithfully stayed at our Abbey to help rebuild the wall, as have the Waterhogs. Redwall is full of fast-growing Dibbuns with even faster-growing appetites. Log a Log has been hearing the call of the streams and rivers of late, though he says he will wait until Russano is ready to go, then the shrews can accompany him.
Gurgan Spearback keeps his houseboat on the water meadows, merely for the pleasure of his large family. What a quaint beast Gurgan is. He has relinquished Chieftainship of the Waterhogs to his eldest son, Tragglo. Gurgan’s great interest now is being Abbey Cellarhog; he was so enthusiastic about brewing October Ale that old Gurrbowl has retired and passed on the job to him.
You will forgive me, but I am about to put aside my quill pen and scrub the ink from my paws. I have an appointment with Friar Butty. Together with the Friar and Captain Twayblade I will help to plan the triple feast. There will be ten kinds of bread, from hazelnut and almond to sage and buttercup loaves.
Cheeses, well, last autumn’s cheesemaking was the best ever. We have some huge yellow ones, with celery and carrot pieces in, and all the different cheeses in between, ending with tiny soft white ones.
Friar Butty has drawn up a recipe for a Southwall cake, it will be the centrepiece of the tables. Though if you could see the recipe and the amount of fruit, honey and meadowcream the cake will take, you would wonder how any other food could find room on our festive board. The seasons have been kind; there will be more than enough for everybeast, but then they deserve it.
What more is left to say, my friend? Redwall Abbey is as it has always been, basking in the shelter of Mossflower Wood, the gates ready to open any old sunny day to weary travellers, friends and visitors, all good honest creatures, like yourselves. Please come and feel free to stop for a season, any time. You are always welcome.
Craklyn Squirrel, Recorder of Redwall Abbey.
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Epilogue
Many a long season had passed since Major Perigord Habile Sinistra had set eyes upon the mountain of Salamandastron. Straightening his scarlet tunic and brushing his slightly greying whiskers, he touched the long-healed scarline upon his brow and gazed up at the fortress on the far west shore.
‘The old place hasn’t changed a bit, wot!’
Captain Tamello De Fformelo Tussock and his wife, Lady Pasque Valerian, detached themselves from the throng of travellers. Standing to one side, they too viewed the mountain.
‘So this is Salamandastron, m’dear. ’Tis all you said it would be.’
‘Wait until you see inside, Tamm – it’s even more impressive. Oh look, there’s a welcoming party coming out to greet us!’
Old Colonel Eyebright headed the reception group, leaning heavily upon the paw of Garrison Captain Cheeva. Tammo was reminded of his own father, as the old hare popped in his monocle and peered closely at the lines of shrews, Waterhogs and Redwallers, led by Arven, who carried the Sword of Martin.
Then Colonel Eyebright’s gaze shifted to the hares, and the monocle dropped from his eye to dangle on its string. ‘Well, ’pon my life. Perigord!’
The Major clasped paws warmly with his old friend. ‘Colonel Eyebright sah, you’re lookin’ remarkably chipper. Brisk as a blinkin’ barnacle on a big boulder, wot!’
Eyebright chuckled, shoving Perigord playfully. ‘Away with you, base flatterer! I’m as old as I feel and twice as jolly well old as I look. The owl Taunoc told us you were comin’, but I didn’t expect you until the start of winter. ‘Tis still autumn!’
Drill Sergeant Clubrush and his companion Sergeant Torgoch saluted the Colonel smartly. ‘Beg to report, sah, we made good time, mostly by water with our pals the Guosim shrews an’ the Waterhogs. Sah!’
‘Aye, we remembered what you taught us, sah, save the old footpaws wherever possible. No doubt the owl gave you our message, sah, ’fraid we didn’t bring ’em all back, two score an’ a half lost in action . . .’
Colonel Eyebright nodded sadly. ‘So I heard, Sergeant. Perilous beasts, they’ll live in our memories for ever, wot. Your friends from Redwall will have to stay with us until spring – no good makin’ that long trek back in wintertide. We’ll make them welcome to share all Salamandastron can offer. You there, young chap, c’mere. What name d’you go by, eh?’
‘Tamello De Fformelo Tussock, sah!’
‘Hmph! No need t’shout, sir, I’m not deaf, well not completely. So, you’ll be the laddo who stole the prettiest hare on the mountain. Wed to our Pasque if I’m not mistaken. Hmm, Tussock, knew your father well, your mother too, she was as pretty as your wife.’
Tammo and Pasque bowed respectfully to the Colonel as he gestured Cheeva to assist him walking through the ranks. He halted near the rear markers and, slowly bending his knee, the Colonel bent his head down until he touched a massive footpaw with his forehead.
‘My life and honour are yours to command, Sire!’
Immediately he was raised up by a gentle paw.
The old hare found himself gazing into a pair of dark hazel eyes. He knew instinctively that they held more wisdom than he could have gathered in two lifetimes. The badger was tall, young and slender, but his paw and shoulder structures dictated that in maturity he would be a beast of mighty girth and boundless strength. Shifting aside his homespun green travelling cloak, he walked towards the mountain entrance, with Eyebright leaning upon his paw for support.
Holdi
ng her Colonel’s other paw, Captain Cheeva glanced across at the tall young badger, curiosity overcoming her. ‘Sire, it is said that Badger Lords always carry a great blade, spear or mace, yet you carry no weapon. Why is that?’
Such was the calm and dignity radiated by the badger that everybeast was attracted to his presence. They all craned forward to hear him speak for the first time. His voice was deep and mellow.
‘I have no need of a blade, nor any kind of great weapon. This is all I carry. You would be surprised what a creature can do with this. I have been brought up by good friends and instructed in its use.’ Smiling quietly, the badger drew forth from his cloak a short hardwood stick, well used and polished to a dull sheen. ‘It once belonged to a warrior, formidable and perilous.’
Old Colonel Eyebright tightened his grip on the badger’s wide paw. ‘It was written in the stones of Salamandastron that you would come here one day to rule. Truly you are named Russano the Wise, Lord of Salamandastron!’
About the Author
Brian Jacques was born and bred in Liverpool. At the age of fifteen he went to sea and travelled the world. He worked as a stand-up comedian and playwright and hosted his own programme, Jakestown, on Radio Merseyside. His bestselling Redwall books have captured readers all over the world and won universal praise. He died in 2011.
THE TALES OF REDWALL
Lord Brocktree
Martin the Warrior
Mossflower
The Legend of Luke
Outcast of Redwall
Mariel of Redwall
The Bellmaker
Salamandastron
Redwall
Mattimeo
The Pearls of Lutra
The Long Patrol
Marlfox
The Taggerung
Triss
Loamhedge
Rakkety Tam
High Rhulain
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