A Wounded Heart Will Heal

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.

Death Comes To Us All Sooner Or Later. We Cannot Escape It.

Friend Is A Very Small Word, A Little Sound We Make, For One Who Is True, One Who Will Do, Great Deeds For Friendship's Sake.

There Is No Greater Evil Than Killing. I Don't Care Whether They Call It War Or Justice. Life Is Precious.

Who Knows, My Friend? Maybe The Sword Does Have Some Magic. Personally, I Think It's The Warrior Who Wields It.