Marigold huffed, standing near Bancroft who'd she'd run beside. "As if any vermin lord would honor that..." She muttered under her breath.

Surely these Abby folk wouldn't be gullible enough to fall for this ruse. Vermin 'lieges' never kept their word. And to give up that sword...Mother told her those stories before, though she could barely recollect them now. But the sword of Redwall, that always triumphed over any foe that fought against the abbey. If they just gave up that, how could they defend themselves?

Covertly, she crouched down, then rested an arrow into her bow and waited. When the time was right, she'd be ready.