The Legend of Luke: A Tale from Redwall

By Brian Jacques

During this 12th booklet of the masterful Redwall epic, storyteller Brian Jacques is going again in time to the times ahead of Redwall, revealing with dramatic poignancy the legend of the 1st of the extraordinary Redwall warriors--Luke, father of Martin.

Joined by means of Trimp the Hedgehog, Dinny Foremole, and Gonff--the ever-mischievous Prince of Mousethieves--it is that legend Martin hopes to find whilst he embarks on a dangerous trip to the northland shore, the place his father deserted him as a toddler. There, in the carcass of a good purple ship--broken in part and wedged excessive up among pillars of stone--he ultimately uncovers what he has been trying to find: the genuine tale of the evil pirate stoat, Vilu Daskar, and the valiant warrior who pursued him relentlessly over the excessive seas, looking to wreck Vilu in any respect expenses, no matter if it intended deserting his in basic terms son.

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He waited a couple of seconds after which waved a wide bunch of untamed grapes on the send. ‘Still standin’, me hearties. scrumptious! C’mon, every body, tuck in! ’ Luke and Vurg watched as all of them pounced hungrily at the mysterious reward. ‘Ahoy, Beau,’ referred to as Vurg. ‘Bring a few again for us. ’ ‘Right y’are, Vurg. I say, chuck the empty casks overboard an’ we’ll see if we will discover a circulate to fill ’em from. ’ Being the single left on board, Vurg and Luke rolled the entire casks out and tipped them over the aspect. Vurg tied the tiller in place so the send wouldn't waft. ‘I used to be fallacious, Luke. This island turns out particularly pleasant now. P’raps Beau was once correct, an’ whoever left the fruit out doesn’t suggest us any damage. Mayhap they’ll convey themselves ahead of the day’s out. ’ A flow of freshwater really flowed around the shore, now not faraway from the heap of fruit. Dulam and Cardo stuffed the casks and obtained them again to the send. Luke rigged a rope in the course of the mainsail’s best block, and among them he and Vurg hoisted the casks of water aboard. Dulam and Cardo waded again to affix their pals ashore. Luke referred to as after them. ‘Make the main of it. inform the workforce i need them again on deck by way of sundown. We sail first and foremost tide day after today. ’ Luke was once busy stowing the casks within the galley while Vurg shouted urgently from out on deck. ‘Onshore, mate. Come an’ see! ’ He left what he used to be doing and moved quickly out. the various team have been mendacity down amid the fruit, a few have been sitting aimlessly within sight, while one or of the rest have been spectacular oddly approximately. All seemed to have slack grins on their faces. Luke yelled, ‘Ahoy, Coll, Dulam, Beau, what’s the problem, pals? ’ Dulam collapsed at the sand, Coll fell on most sensible of him, merely Beau remained status. The hare gave a faint snicker, attempted to wave, then his legs gave out and he sat down awkwardly, watching the send, smiling foolishly. Luke smote the taffrail. ‘That fruit, I should’ve identified it. C’mon, Vurg! ’ yet Vurg was once pointing to the place the foothills met the shore. ‘Wait, these trees are movin’! ’ midway over the facet, Luke checked himself. He may scarce think his eyes. the total hillside had come to lifestyles, actually thousands of trees have been relocating around the shore in an important monitor of foliage. On intuition he leaped again aboard and dragged Vurg down flat. A veritable hail of missiles struck the boat: arrows, javelins, spears and stones. Drums all started pounding aloud and an eerie wailing rose from the timber, by way of one other salvo of missiles. Luke grabbed an extended boathook. ‘Get your spear, Vurg. Pole her off into deeper water. ’ Scurrying ahead, they driven the vessel into the ebb tide, grunting with exertion as they pressed demanding opposed to their poles. An arrow thwacked into Vurg’s shoulder, and Luke neglected a deep javelin graze throughout his cheek. ‘Push, Vurg, let’s supply all of it we’ve acquired, mate! ’ The Sayna’s keel scraped freed from the sand. Luke dashed recklessly astern and slashed the rope which held the tiller inflexible. Wheeling sideways, the Sayna stuck the tide. Luke flattened himself as one other rain of loss of life peppered the send, then she was once bow out, crusing unfastened.

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