Salamandastron (Redwall, Book 5)

Salamandastron (Redwall, Book 5)

Brian Jacques, Gary Chalk

Language: English

Pages: 400

ISBN: 0142501522

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The inhabitants of Redwall relax in the haze of summer-but as they do, the neighboring stronghold of Salamandastron lies besieged by the evil weasel army of Ferhago the Assassin. Worse still, Mara, beloved daughter of Urthstripe, Badger Lord of the Fire Mountain, is in terrible danger. Then a lightning bolt uncovers the sword of Martin the Warrior, and young Samkin embarks on an adventure that leads him to Mara. Can the good creatures triumph over the villainous Assassin?

Illustrated by Gary Chalk

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pass me that meadowcream – then he spread it thick and stuck a pair of blackberry tarts on it, like this. Next he ladled it with honey, so, then he placed a huge slice of hazelnut and pear flan on top and ate the lot. Just like this! Mmmfff, snnninch, grooff!’ Dingeye, his face shrouded in whipped strawberry cream, was bolting down candied chestnuts and mintcream wafers at the same time. Thura was dipping a hot vegetable pastie into honeyed plums and woodland trifle, stopping now and then to

fire dwindled to dying embers. The only sound was that of weary shrews snoring. A myriad host of twinkling stars surrounded the waning moon in the night sky, reflecting into the broad, still waters beneath. The peace that summer darkness brings fell over the slumbering earth. It was some time shortly after midnight that everybeast on the ledge was dragged into wakefulness by a long echoing howl which boomed about cliff and lake like some sepulchral knell. ‘Eeeee. . . . Yoooooo. . . . Laaay. . .

possessions were added to the pile, hidden somewhere inside the mountain. Pearls from the sea, many-coloured precious stones, armour wrought from silver, gold and copper, spears and other great weapons, all made by the badgers at their forge. Bright war axes that can cut through stone, shields that are wonderful to look upon, swords with blades that can slice armour like butter, red and green stones set into their handles, sheathed in cases of the finest . . . aaaarrghh!’ Ferahgo’s claws had

our Abbey? Pore Mr Burrley, he were such a gentle ol’ mole. Ah well, tears won’t make anythin’ aright. I’d best make meself busy. There’s lunch t’ be made an’ sickbeasts to care for. Now don’t you sit out ’ere too long, my Tudd. Go an’ ’ave a nap in your chair. You still ain’t well enough t’ be out an’ about.’ Tudd pulled himself up shakily on his walking stick and hobbled alongside Faith towards the Abbey. ‘I’ll go an’ set awhile in the cellar among the barrels. That’s where me ’n’ Burrley sat

Dumble wasn’t, me laughed, haha! like that.’ Brother Hollyberry opened his eyes slowly. ‘Who’s that I hear laughing? Woke me up from a lovely sleep.’ Thrugann was caught by surprise. She almost dropped a beaker of Icetor Flower mixture, juggling it in the air as she hooted, ‘Mercy me! Look, Furgle, it’s Brother ‘Ollyberry, an’ he’s waked!’ Furgle clasped his paws together gratefully. ‘Oh joy! He was first to go into that deadly sleep and the last to come out. Aren’t old mousewives tales

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