"Brian Jacques - Redwall 06 - Martin The Warrior" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacques Brian)

"Amid the deep white winter snow, Sleeps Mossflow'r until spring, While snug
in Cavern Hole below, All Redwall's creatures sing. Old autumn gave us plenty,
Our harvest did not fail, No plate or jug is empty, There's good October ale/'

Three young creatures, the otter twins Bagg and Runn, accompanied by Grubb,
their molefriend, hauled a small beech log between them along the path to
Redwall Abbey. The intrepid trio kept stopping to clear away the snowdrift
building up in front of the log as they dragged it through the snow. Singing
lustily, they pelted each other with snowballs, their breath rising in white
plumes as they ran around the beech log.

"Yaow! You'm a drefful villyun, Baggo, leggo oi!" "Hahah! I'll save you,
Grubb. Take that!" "Missed me! You couldn't hit the Abbey gate if you was
stooden in front of it, Runn!"

"Ho, couldn't I then? Well, 'ave some of this, mate!" The young otter flung
the snowball, Bagg ducked. Unaware that two travellers were coming along the
path

from the north, they hurled snowballs wildly at each

other.

"Oof! Great seasons, go easy there!"

One of the travellers, a large sturdy hedgehog, had been struck by a snowball.
He wiped snow from his snout with the edge of his cloak. The three young ones
stopped throwing and hung their heads sheepishly. Grubb took it on himself to
apologize.

"Hurr, us'ns tumble sorry, zurr. Be you'm 'urted?"

The hedgehog's travelling companion, a very pretty mousemaid, stifled laughter
at the sight of the three delinquent snowballers.

"Oh, I'm sure Bultip will live. He's had worse

injuries."

Grinning, the big hedgehog nodded. "I have indeed, mates. Come on, I'll help
you with your log. Where are you bound with it?"

Bagg curved his mittened paw as he pointed. "Jus' round that bend, sir, to
Redwall Abbey. We live there." Bultip nodded at his companion as he took the
tow-rope in strong paws. "I told you we'd find the Abbey on this path. Right,
you three terrors, sit up on the log and I'll give you a ride. You too,
Aubretia, rest your

footpaws."