Triss: A Tale from Redwall

By Brian Jacques

Acclaimed fable author Brian Jacques back welcomes readers to the brilliant international of Redwall. 

Enslaved through the evil ferret King Agarno and his daughter, Princess Kurda, the courageous squirrelmaid Triss, besides Shogg the otter and Welfo the hedgehog, plans a bold get away by means of sea. In her flights, Triss occurs upon Redwall, and the abbey creatures find a new hero in her. a person courageous sufficient to hold the sword of Martin and face the evil that threatens them.

"Scrumptious feasts, rollicking humor, swashbuckling heroes, devoted pals, and treacherous villains magically mix via 3 intertwined action-packed plots into one unforgettable, spellbinding story." --VOYA

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I’m makin’ a meal t’keep jolly previous body’n’fur jointly. A chap can’t live to tell the tale on clean air, y’know! ” Sagax stared significantly at his gluttonous buddy. “That’ll be your fourth meal at the present time, and it’s slightly midday. cross effortless on these supplies—they’re all we’ve received. ” Scarum held up a wedge of thick yellow cheese. “Oh, correct, good, I’ll simply have a smidgeon of this to tide me over till dinner. Hawhaw! Tide me over, wot. Now, there’s a nautical expression for you, me ole heartie, me outdated seadog, me previous barnacle backside, eh, eh, hawhawhaw! ” Sagax speedy lashed the tiller arm to a sailrope. Bounding for’ard, he grabbed the cheese from Scarum’s paw and dropped it again into the knapsack. Then, taking either packs, he made his method aft and stowed them lower than the strict seat. “You’ve eaten particularly sufficient for in the future, mate. I’ll take cost of the offers. you could simply wait until eventually dinner this night, like me and Kroova. ” The hare glared at him and flopped his ears indignantly. “You, sah, are a flippin’ grubswiper, a pirate! Huh, deprivin’ a negative younger ’un like me of vittles. You’ll stunt my progress. I’m caution you, if I die, it’ll be your rotten fault! ” His pal chuckled. “If you could remain alive till dinner, there’s desire for you. yet simply positioned one thieving paw close to those rations and I’ll chunk it! ” Scarum scuffed the deck dolefully. “Does this suggest I’m goin’ to starve t’death? ” The badger hardened his expression. “Aye! ” The hare’s temper replaced straight away. He grew to become tricky and resolute. Grabbing a coil of rope, he declaimed aloud, “Right then, so bloomin’ good be it! I’ll fish for me meals, that’s what I’ll jolly good do. Oh definite, us previous sailin’ beasts can get alongside spiffingly at the bounty supplied by way of the briny. Fish, that’s the price tag, whoppin’ nice fats tasty fish, wot! ” Tying a large hook onto the rope, Scarum searched approximately and got here up with apple cores, which he caught at the hook. Whirling the lot round his head, he forged it out into the ocean. “Right ho, come on, little fishies. No, on moment concepts, come on, vast fishies, you little chaps remain positioned. good, come on, you monstrous chaps, take the blinkin’ bait. I can’t take a seat round the following starvin’, y’know, so get a flippin’ stream on! ” awakened by means of the disturbance, Kroova got here out on deck. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he took over the tiller from Sagax. “Wot’s ole Scarum during the past, matey? ” “Oh, him, he’s received to trap a fish sooner than he dies of hunger. ” “Haharr, him die of hunger, that’s an outstanding ’un. He ate extra brekkist than either one of us, an’ he’s scoffed extra nutrition due to the fact then. . . . ” “Three,” Sagax corrected the ocean otter. Scarum solid a jaundiced eye over their smiling faces. “Go on, snicker, you curmudgeons, but if I capture a whoppin’ nice fish, you ain’t gettin’ any. no longer a confounded morsel, so there! ” Kroova’s prepared eye stuck a wide dorsal fin homing in at the line. He leaped up, yelling, “Pull that line in, fast! Heave it in, matey! ” Scarum defiantly tied the road to the bowsprit. “Shan’t! No element in gettin’ jealous an’ shoutin’ at me. ” He fell over backward because the line used to be snapped taut and the ketch took off like an arrow, with Kroova roaring, “Shark!

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