The Legend of Luke: A Tale from Redwall
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In this twelfth book of the masterful Redwall epic, storyteller Brian Jacques goes back in time to the days before Redwall, revealing with dramatic poignancy the legend of the first of the magnificent Redwall warriors--Luke, father of Martin.
Joined by Trimp the Hedgehog, Dinny Foremole, and Gonff--the ever-mischievous Prince of Mousethieves--it is that legend Martin hopes to discover when he embarks on a perilous journey to the northland shore, where his father abandoned him as a child. There, within the carcass of a great red ship--broken in half and wedged high up between pillars of stone--he finally uncovers what he has been searching for: the true story of the evil pirate stoat, Vilu Daskar, and the valiant warrior who pursued him relentlessly over the high seas, seeking to destroy Vilu at all costs, even if it meant deserting his only son.
own, ’til Fish eyes catcher me. But Martin, Trimp’n’Gonffo be’s Chugger’s friends now. You be my friend too?’ Garraway Bullow wiped something from her eye with the back of a paw. ‘I’d like t’meet the beast who says I ain’t yore friend, Chugger mate!’ * * * 5 THE OTTER DEN, or holt, consisted of a spacious cavern, dug into the bank, directly under where a massive ancient beech tree grew. Thick gnarled beech roots, criss-crossing in all directions, formed a ceiling, wallbeams, and in
though the total silence made it rather sinister. As Vurg watched the Sayna’s prow nose into the sandy shallows, he conveyed his misgivings to Luke. ‘I’m gettin’ that same feelin’ I had last time we came to an island – I don’t like it, matey. Too quiet for a place that looks so fertile. There’s got to be some sort o’ creatures livin’ here!’ Luke pointed to the shore. ‘You’re right, Vurg. See there? Slightly above the tideline? What d’you make o’ that?’ Beau elbowed his way to the prow. ‘A
be pursuing a ship as huge as the Goreleech? What possible harm could a score or so of mice inflict upon Vilu Daskar, terror of the seas? They must be totally insane, or recklessly brave. Well, one way or another, he would soon find out. Hah! And so would they, the fools! Vilu left his cabin and strolled out on deck, almost colliding with a searat called Drobna. His claws dug viciously into the rat’s cheek, drawing the frightened rodent close. Vilu smiled disarmingly at him. ‘Tell me, what
shore as our new home, we searched out a safe place to hide it. Among the tall rocks, further north.’ Luke was glaring angrily at Denno. Vilu smiled at the Warrior mouse in mock surprise. ‘Now now, don’t pull faces at your friend. He’s just saved your life and bought your freedom. Let’s hear you speak your piece now. Tell us about this treasure, or I’ll hang both of these mice in your place and you can watch them dangle!’ An expression of defeat replaced Luke’s glare, and he sighed. ‘Only if
mates? Yukyukyukyuk, worra mess!’ Beau and Vurg were astonished to see a large fat sea lion basking in the channel, watching them. Patting a bulging stomach with both flippers, he snorted a cloud of droplets from his bristling whiskers and chortled heartily. ‘Yukyukyukyuk! Looks more like a mad seagull’s nest than a raft. Only place you’d go on that termites’ brekkist is straight t’the bottom. Yukyukyuk!’ Vurg stood open-mouthed, but Beau recovered his composure smartly, twitching his ears