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“And you dare doubt the word of our Abbot that Cluny the Scourge exists? What idiotic mice you are, to be sure.”
“Matthias, don’t be ashamed, I know why you cry and grieve. It is because you are kind and good, not a hard-hearted pitiless rat like Cluny. Please listen to me. Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others. You are brave, Matthias. Already you have done great things for one so young. I am only a simple country-bred fieldmouse, but even I can see the courage and leadership in you. A burning brand shows the way, and each day your flame grows brighter. There is none like you, Matthias. You have the sign of greatness
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“Knowledge is a thing that one cannot have enough of. It is the fruit of wisdom, to be eaten carefully and digested fully, unlike that lunch you are bolting down, little friend.”
Yes, Chief. No, Chief. Three bags full, Chief! Who did that snotty weasel think he was?
No need of burial parties. Nature and the woodlands took care of their own funeral arrangements.
As he planned on stealing the scabbard from Bull Sparra, why not the belt to go with it?
Whatever Jess was planning had Sam’s complete approval, simply because his mother could do no wrong as far as he was concerned.
“Matthias mouse got to do it. You no go you mouseworm. King Bull come back. He killee you. Huh, me thought you warrior.”
So this was what a shrew looked like? He had never seen one before, but he had been told of their bad tempers.
“What would you know about loneliness and trying to preserve one’s standards in a decaying world? I say, do you think you could manage to clean yourself up a bit? You look an absolute fright, standing there all covered in dust and straw. And while you’re doing that maybe you’d like to explain how you came to be sneaking around my barn.”
But please don’t expect me to introduce you or even talk to him. When I barred Snow from here we had a dreadful quarrel. Things were said that cannot be rescinded. I vowed that day never to speak to that old owl for as long as I live.”
Maybe the rift in their relationship was the cause of Julian’s present state of fatalism and gloom.
Constance could not hear a thing from the distance of the ramparts, which was just as well in the circumstances.
Last night’s heroine. This morning’s cook!
“Sure, we’re right underneath the road now. The ground is good and hard. It didn’t need any shoring at all. Now, see the footings of the wall! Mind your heads! From here I’ve had some props put in to hold the weight. Farther on the going gets really soft, but we’ve run out of decent timber. Still, I don’t reckon it’ll make a great deal of difference. If we move the army along fast enough we should all be inside the Abbey before they know what’s hit them.”
“Martin the Warrior used the sword only for right and good. This is why it has become a symbol of power to Redwall. Knowledge is gained through wisdom, my friend. Use the sword wisely.”
