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(Cheering)
(Cackling)
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Redwall!
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On your feet.
(Picks clanging)
Beholdyour future.
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By the stripes, look at the
size of this thing.
Dashed impressive, I agree.
But what has this to do with our
riddle?
"Face the lord
who points the way,
afternoon on summer's day."
I get it.
This monster is the lord of
trees.
But how is it supposed to point?
With its shadow, of course.
Let's see where it leads.
Seems solid enough.
It's real enough, all right.
Hmm, don't think much of your
idea, old chap.
A rock's a rock, and that's all
this one is.
That's a very old tree.
Sometimes old trees lose their
tops during a storm.
Lose their tops?
So if this tree used to be
taller...
The shadow would've been
longer.
There's something in here.
Well, I'll be boggled.
Stairs!
And look here, writing.
La...Loam--
Loamhedge.
What's a Loamhedge?
It was an abbey.
The mice who founded Redwall
with Martin the Warrior came
from here.
If that's true, where are the
ruins?
Yes, it is strange that these
cellar stairs are all that
remain.
Matthias, these rocks look
like rooftop battlements.
But that's impossible.
Hmm...so that's where the abbey
went.
Where, old chap?
You're standing on it.
The earthquake that created the
great gorge must have caused
Loamhedge Abbey to sink.
We're standing on the roof!
Well, wherever it leads,
we won't be going there soon.
We're stuck.
Look at the door.
Can't you chop your way through
with that hatchet thingy of
yours?
Yes, but it would take days.
Matthias, look at this
decoration.
Those mice look familiar.
One of them is missing.
Let me see that talisman the old
rabbit gave you.
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(Rumbling)
(Rollo babbling)
Rollo, you'll put somebody's
eye out with that.
Besides, it's almost time for
the ghost of Martin the Warrior
to walk again.
Martin...warrior...oops!
(Giggling)
Ironbeak won't be as easy to
fool as that pair of rooks you
terrified last night.
Don't give old Irondrawers
too much credit.
Under the bluff and bluster he's
just a silly, superstitious old
raven.
Perhaps, but that silly old
raven is on the verge of
conquering Redwall.
It was a ghost mouse, all in
armour, and with a voice like
thunder.
What did it say?
"Death to all who stay in the
Redhouse."
(Cawing)
I knew it was a bad idea to
inv*de this place.
(Cawing)
There is no ghost!
It's a trick.
Do you featherbrains understand,
it's just a--
(Clock chiming)
How can the bells toll when
the earth crawlers are trapped
below?
Hold your beak.
I don't know, and I don't care.
It's just a trick.
A trick!
(Ghostly moaning)
(Cawing)
Death waits here for those
who stay.
There is a ghost!
Shut up, idiot.
I'll deal with this once and
for all.
(Cawing)
Where are you?
Where are you?
(All laughing)
You think this is funny?
If one bird so much as mentions
this, I will break his wings!
(Chuckling)
It's a good day to finish up
business, my friend.
A good day indeed.
We've come a long way to see
this dawn.
And we'll not see another one
without our young ones by our
side.
Not will Slagar the Slaver
still alive.
(Gasping)
What do we do with them?
Send them in first?
No!
No, please!
We'll be good.
Stop sniffling, you vile
vermin.
Why don't I finish 'em off now
and save us a lot of trouble?
No!
Please, spare us!
Orlando, no.
We'll send them south.
Would you escort them, Sir
Harry?
As you wish, Matthias.
We each have our role to be
filled.
I'll take these weasels south
for a bit.
But the first one to cry gets
k*lled.
Good fortune, brave mouse!
Thank you, Sir Harry.
Farewell.
Orlando, Jess, Jabez and myself
have good reason to live or die
today, but they are not your
young ones down there.
Beg pardon, old lad, get your
drift and all that, but young
Tim and Tess are also prisoners.
Couldn't face my old chum John
Churchmouse if I came back
without 'em.
So, if it's all the same to you,
I think I'd rather stay.
If Basil stays, I do too.
He's a grumpy old frump, but I
like him.
So there.
Shrews and Guosim never
started a job we didn't finish.
Hi!
We're all with you, Matthias.
So what are we waiting for?
We're with you, Matthias.
Redwall forever!
Thank you with all my heart.
Bow your heads before your
master.
I am Nadaz, Voice of the Host,
oh, ruler of all below earth.
These are your new servants.
What do you require me to do
with them?
They have looked upon my
kingdom.
Now, they will have the honour
of building it for me.
I'm not building any filthy
underground kingdom for a
talking statue.
Silence!
Take them back and lock them
away, without light, food, or
water, until they are ready to
serve.
You heard your master.
I'm so sorry.
This is all my fault.
I'm glad you spoke out.
I'd rather starve than be beaten
to death like those poor
creatures down below.
We stick together, for
Redwall!
(Laughing)
(Grunting)
(Cawing)
What...place that?
Must...get there...before dawn.
(Straining in pain)
(Snoring)
Father Abbot?
Father Abbot, wake up!
They're attacking the poor
thing.
If we don't do something,
they'll k*ll it.
What?
Attacking what poor thing?
Where?
A big red bird, over by the
pond.
Find Constance quickly.
Get all of available moles and
bring them here.
(Loud cawing)
Get off her, now!
(Cawing)
Stop, I'm on your side.
It's for your own good, you
silly, great thing.
Well, fools, where is it?
It was right here, General,
with the stripedog.
So where is it now?
Search me.
Insolent nettle-head.
Has the sun addled your brains?
Watch this.
Earth-crawler, rusty bird,
come out and fight me.
It is I, General Ironbeak,
terror of the Northlands!
See, it's a trick, like the
ghost mouse.
Now, get out of my sight, the
whole useless lot of you.
(Cawing)
Ironbeak birdbag.
Phew, it's huge.
What kind is it, Father Abbot?
I'm not sure, Cornflower, but
it's not a woodlander.
Poor thing, she's taken a
savage b*ating.
(Cawing)
Watch out, she's coming
around.
I think she's scared.
The rest of you should go back
to Cavern Hole.
Try to relax, you've been hurt.
We're only trying to help you.
Where-a-this?
She speaks like the mountain
birds.
You found your way to Redwall
Abbey.
I'm Abbot Mordalfus.
Your nurse is Cornflower.
And who are you, may I ask?
This bird called Stryk
Redkite, comin' from Allrock.
Ah, a great red mountain
kite!
I've heard of them in our
records but never seen one until
now.
Stryk need water drinks.
I'll bring you water, but you
must lie still, Stryk.
Your wing is broken.
Wing no broken, Stryk Redkite
mighty flyer.
Stryk Redkite mighty fibber.
Look at that wing, it's useless.
And you've made it worse by
flying with it, haven't you?
Rats make rock slip...nest
fall...no eggs.
Rats?
Maybe she saw Matthias!
Stryk stay now, here with
new friends "Habot" and
"Codflouder".
(Gasping)
Basil!
Right you are, old chap.
This blinking place is riddled
with tunnels and passageways all
sloping downwards.
Any sign of the enemy?
Rats again, old lad, in
hooded black robes with short
stubby spears.
All they've got room full down
here, I suppose.
Any sign of our young ones?
Afraid not.
They must be farther down with
Nadaz somewhere.
If we run into rats, we can't
let them get back to their main
force and report we're down
here.
Agreed.
Surprise is about all we've got
going for us.
So, shall we go left or
right?
Right it is then.
Nadaz, tell the masked one
that he is to be given
fourscore rats to carry out my
commands in the territory above
my kingdom.
Thank you, Malkariss.
Silence!
If he remains loyal until the
snow flies, I will increase his
command and set my slaves to
build him a stone fortress
aboveground.
And if he proves false?
He will be slain, along with
his guards.
Malkariss has spoken.
Go.
Remember, Slagar, your
guards die with you if you
betray Malkariss.
So it is in their best interest
to see that you do not.
Once I have a fortress of my
own, I'll make Malkariss wish he
never met Slagar.
But until that time, I shall be
his most loyal of subjects.
To the surface.
Shh, listen.
A-ha!
My eye lies.
You!
If they get the alarm, we're
doomed.
Redwall!
(Fighting noises)
(Yelling)
(Metal clanking)
Slings!
Oi!
Retreat, back to the ledge!
Don't let them get away.
They'll warn the others!
(Gasping)
Listen!
Something's going on out there.
In here!
Help us!
In here!
Help us!
Enemies, from Redwall, right
behind us!
This is your doing, fox.
Mine?
You were followed here,
fool.
Nadaz, throw all my Host
against these impudent
intruders.
And tell your fighters to
surround this statue and
protect it with their lives.
(Rhythmic drumming)
(Gasping)
Redwall!
Blood and vinegar!
Seize them!
Eulalia!
We've got them.
We're winning.
(Laughing)
(Gasping)
No!
Log-a-Log!
Guosim, get Log-a-Log out of
here.
Retreat, retreat!
Old pal, I'll need someone to
help me hold off these wretches
until our lads reach safety.
Yeah, dirty rats.
Want to face some real fighters?
Come on, then show us what
you've got.
(Laughing)
(Laughing)
Good for you.
Let's have at them, my little
buck-o.
It's a bad one, Matthias.
We'll get you fixed up,
Log-a-Log.
Not this time, old friend.
But Matthias, I don't want to
die in this dark place.
Can you get me up to the
sunshine?
Take him up top to rest.
I'll meet you there later, my
friend.
Goodbye, Matthias.
When you find young Mattimeo,
give him a hug for me.
(Rats snarling, hissing)
There's hundreds of the
blighters.
We won't survive the next
att*ck.
Afraid you're right, old boy.
Hate to say it, but this just
might be the end of the road,
don't you know.
Basil, if this doesn't work,
make a run for the surface.
Run?
Steady on there, lad.
Maybe we should talk this over.
There's no time, Basil.
Just do as I ask.
I am Matthias of Redwall,
a warrior who knows no fear.
Are there any among you
spineless cowards who are
prepared to fight me in single
combat?
(Hissing)
Winner take all?
Winner take all.
Very well, Matthias, Warrior
of Redwall.
We agree.
Meet your challenger, mouse
warrior.
(Gasping)
The sl*ve master, Wearet.
(Wearet growling)
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