“In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.”

“Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!"Alarm spread across Hugo's pudgy features. "Tell me, Jess. What dreadful thing has happened?"Jess spoke haltingly in a broken voice. "I fear that Cluny has tore up one of your oldest and most venerable dishrags. Alas, Redwall will never see it wipe another plate.”

“your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.”

“The young mouse's eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder.He struck for Redwall!He struck against evil!He struck for Martin!He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews!He struck for dead Guosim!He struck as Methuselah would have wanted him to!He struck against Cluny the Scourge and tyranny!He struck out against Captain Snow's ridicule!He struck for the world of light and freedom!He struck until his paws ached and the sword fell from them!”

“No doubt your sword is indeed a beautiful thing. It is a tribute to whoever forged it in bygone ages. There are very few such swords as this one left in the world, but remember, it is only a sword, Matthias! It contains no secret spell, nor holds within its blade any magical power. This sword is made for only one purpose, to kill. It will only be as good or evil as the one who wields it. I know that you intend to use it only for the good of your Abbey, Matthias; do so, but never allow yourself to be tempted into using it in a careless or idle way. It would inevitably cost you your life, or that of your dear ones. 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.”

“Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come,A thief a warrior and a mole.Though the quest may take its toll,We'll march until we reach our goal,”

“A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus”