The creatures who had come to visit Redwall for Martin's funeral returned home and began the long process of mourning and, eventually, healing.
The Redwallers had it the hardest. Especially Gonff and Dinny. It was said, and many Redwallers observed this to be true, that during the next season every time Gonff or Dinny would go up or down the stairs between Great Hall and Cavern Hole a single tear would fall from their eye onto the middle step.
A few weeks after the funeral, Christina gave birth to twins: one male and one maid. They named the male Martin and the maid Martina.
Martin, being a Redwall mouse, had not owned much. His sword belt and shield were in the tomb. His sword had already been hidden. All that was left were his spare habits. These were shared out among the Brothers and Sisters of the Order. His dormitory was given to a young sister who had just entered the Order who was named Rosemary. She felt honored to sleep in the same bed that Martin had slept in for she had heard many tales of him from his days as a Warrior.
Seasons came and seasons went. Stories of Martin the Warrior continued to be told in Cavern Hole. The tapestry was completed. The night after it was hung up Sister Rosemary found a secret compartment behind a small stone in what was now her room. She removed it and found a scrap of parchment requesting that when the tapestry was finished that a certain poem be inscribed on the wall behind his image. Rosemary crept down that night when the other Redwallers were in bed and, using a penknife, carved the poem into the wall behind the likeness of the Warrior. A poem that would be discovered by a certain mouse named Methuselah who would then show it to a young mouse named Matthias. Which would lead to his story unfolding.
In Dark Forest, five creatures waited for a young molemaid to grow and to love and to age and to die, and finally to have her questions answered—why she lived and what she lived for. And in that line was a silver furred old mouse, dressed in a pale green habit, who waited over the threshold of Redwall Abbey to share his part of the secret of Dark Forest: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.