After so much excitement, somehow crammed into the space of just one day, Danbuster and Alex were completely exhausted. Yawning softly to themselves, they now realised they had a new issue to worry about. With one thing and another, sleeping arrangements had still yet to be worked out for both of them. In fact, Alex was even considering just sleeping on the grass somewhere outside, when Skipper of the otters came to offer up a better solution. “Come on, matey! I’m sure we’ll fix ye up with a berth. We can sling an ’ammock somewhere. That’ll work mighty fine for you.” Alex was puzzled by the offer, he was

Safely back at Redwall Abbey, Matthias and those who were with him quickly assembled an emergency council with the Abbot, Mordalfus as well as the Abbey Elders. None of the younger Redwallers were familiar with Cluny the Scourge, except as a horror-story to keep them on their best behaviour, but the older generation well remembered the threat of the despicable warlord. After all, they themselves had lived through those dark days and borne firstpaw witness to evil rat’s cruelty. Well he earned his terrible nickname: The Scourge! Danbuster and Alex wanted to lend their own experience, having read the books or seen the animated series, bu

After a long anxious wait, Abbot Mordalfus finally rang a little bell to call everybeast to order. Friar Hugo was just about ready to present their culinary dishes, both old and new. “Ladies and gentlebeasts? Your attention, please!” called Friar Hugo. “Can we have some quiet?” The swell of conversation wafting around the kitchens and in Cavern Hole itself was slowly reduced to a respectful silence as every eye turned to look at Friar Hugo. “Ah, thank the seasons for that. We can get on with it now! Alex? Would you care to bring in your grayling… pie-thingy…? You too Danbuster, let us all see your

Fastening his sporran to his brass belt, Danbuster felt much like his old self again, as he strolled out into the grounds of Redwall Abbey. Now that he had the run of the place, he felt like exploring on his own. He had not walked too far before he was greeted by the sight of Alex in the company of the otter crew, wearing his new swashbuckling attire. If not for the glasses, raccoon facial mask and his striped tail, Dan would surely have mistaken him for a silvery-coloured otter!   Alex was yammering away with Skipper and his crew like they were old friends, discussing various brands of extra-hot pepper that Alex had been exposed to. Just th