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| - A young otter stood in the Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. The moonlight fell on her shoulder, showing that she glowed. The otter had long-since run her seasons. The only reason she was here was because of Martin the Warrior. Not that she had wanted to come to visit the great Abbey. The spirits from the Dark Forest sent her there. No, Euthudia Vergu the Otter most certainly hadn't come of her own accord. But Lord Brocktree from Salamandastron had “required her to complete this urgent mission”. Lord Stonepaw too had encouraged her. Finally, Euthudia had given in to the badger lord's pleas. So here she was, waiting for Martin to come. The warrior was sent to get Martin, Mattimeo the Warrior's son. There was a movement behind her. Euthidia turned, expecting it to be Martin and Martin, but there
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| - A young otter stood in the Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. The moonlight fell on her shoulder, showing that she glowed. The otter had long-since run her seasons. The only reason she was here was because of Martin the Warrior. Not that she had wanted to come to visit the great Abbey. The spirits from the Dark Forest sent her there. No, Euthudia Vergu the Otter most certainly hadn't come of her own accord. But Lord Brocktree from Salamandastron had “required her to complete this urgent mission”. Lord Stonepaw too had encouraged her. Finally, Euthudia had given in to the badger lord's pleas. So here she was, waiting for Martin to come. The warrior was sent to get Martin, Mattimeo the Warrior's son. There was a movement behind her. Euthidia turned, expecting it to be Martin and Martin, but there was a large squirrel there. “Whoooo aare yyyou?” asked the squirrel, trembling. Euthidia took a step towards the squirrel. “I am Euthidia Vergu the Otter. Who are you?” “I am Lutria of Redwall. What are you doing in our Great Hall? And why do you look like a spirit?” Euthidia Vergu laughed, the sound ringing off the walls and high ceiling. “I am a spirit. I was sent here to guard Martin the Warrior. He must find Martin, son of Mattimeo.” Lutria frowned. “Mmm, hmm, he's here. But why?” “Why what?” “Why do you need Martin? And, uh,” here, the squirrel looked at her feet bashfully, “Why don't you talk in rhyme like the other spirits?” “One at a time, Lutria! Martin is the son of a Redwall Warrior; he must complete a very important mission. I don't speak in rhyme because, number one, you weren't supposed to see me, and number two, there's nothing to warn you against. Does that cover that?” Euthidia asked. Lutria nodded. Shamefaced, Euthidia the Otter asked the young squirrel, “Um, Lutria, can you write?” Lutria nodded. The otter smiled. “Good, good. That solves a lot of problems. I need you to write a note to the Father Abbott that Martin and Lutria have gone with Euthidia Vergu the Warrior. He'll know me, don't worry about that.” Lutria gave a huge grin and nodded. “Aye, thanks, Euthidia the Otter Warrior!”
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