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Walker McSpadden + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Robin Hood + +Author: J. Walker McSpadden + +Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #832] +Last Updated: November 15, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROBIN HOOD *** + + + + +Produced by Joseph S. Miller and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + ROBIN HOOD + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + by J. Walker McSpadden + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0003"> + CHAPTER III </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> + CHAPTER VI </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0010"> + CHAPTER X </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> + CHAPTER XIV </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> + CHAPTER XVIII </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0022"> + CHAPTER XXII </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD BECAME AN OUTLAW + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + List and hearken, gentlemen, + That be of free-born blood, + I shall you tell of a good yeoman, + His name was Robin Hood. + + Robin was a proud outlaw, + While as he walked on the ground. + So courteous an outlaw as he was one + Was never none else found. +</pre> + <p> + In the days of good King Harry the Second of England—he of the + warring sons—there were certain forests in the north country set + aside for the King’s hunting, and no man might shoot deer therein under + penalty of death. These forests were guarded by the King’s Foresters, the + chief of whom, in each wood, was no mean man but equal in authority to the + Sheriff in his walled town, or even to my lord Bishop in his abbey. + </p> + <p> + One of the greatest of royal preserves was Sherwood and Barnesdale forests + near the two towns of Nottingham and Barnesdale. Here for some years dwelt + one Hugh Fitzooth as Head Forester, with his good wife and son Robert. The + boy had been born in Lockesley town—in the year 1160, stern records + say—and was often called Lockesley, or Rob of Lockesley. He was a + comely, well-knit stripling, and as soon as he was strong enough to walk + his chief delight was to go with his father into the forest. As soon as + his right arm received thew and sinew he learned to draw the long bow and + speed a true arrow. While on winter evenings his greatest joy was to hear + his father tell of bold Will o’ the Green, the outlaw, who for many + summers defied the King’s Foresters and feasted with his men upon King’s + deer. And on other stormy days the boy learned to whittle out a straight + shaft for the long bow, and tip it with gray goose feathers. + </p> + <p> + The fond mother sighed when she saw the boy’s face light up at these + woodland tales. She was of gentle birth, and had hoped to see her son + famous at court or abbey. She taught him to read and to write, to doff his + cap without awkwardness and to answer directly and truthfully both lord + and peasant. But the boy, although he took kindly to these lessons of + breeding, was yet happiest when he had his beloved bow in hand and + strolled at will, listening to the murmur of the trees. + </p> + <p> + Two playmates had Rob in these gladsome early days. One was Will Gamewell, + his father’s brother’s son, who lived at Gamewell Lodge, hard by + Nottingham town. The other was Marian Fitzwalter, only child of the Earl + of Huntingdon. The castle of Huntingdon could be seen from the top of one + of the tall trees in Sherwood; and on more than one bright day Rob’s white + signal from this tree told Marian that he awaited her there: for you must + know that Rob did not visit her at the castle. His father and her father + were enemies. Some people whispered that Hugh Fitzooth was the rightful + Earl of Huntingdon, but that he had been defrauded out of his lands by + Fitzwalter, who had won the King’s favor by a crusade to the Holy Land. + But little cared Rob or Marian for this enmity, however it had arisen. + They knew that the great green—wood was open to them, and that the + wide, wide world was full of the scent of flowers and the song of birds. + </p> + <p> + Days of youth speed all too swiftly, and troubled skies come all too soon. + Rob’s father had two other enemies besides Fitzwalter, in the persons of + the lean Sheriff of Nottingham and the fat Bishop of Hereford. These three + enemies one day got possession of the King’s ear and whispered therein to + such good—or evil—purpose that Hugh Fitzooth was removed from + his post of King’s Forester. He and his wife and Rob, then a youth of + nineteen, were descended upon, during a cold winter’s evening, and + dispossessed without warning. The Sheriff arrested the Forester for + treason—of which, poor man, he was as guiltless as you or I—and + carried him to Nottingham jail. Rob and his mother were sheltered over + night in the jail, also, but next morning were roughly bade to go about + their business. Thereupon they turned for succor to their only kinsman, + Squire George of Gamewell, who sheltered them in all kindness. + </p> + <p> + But the shock, and the winter night’s journey, proved too much for Dame + Fitzooth. She had not been strong for some time before leaving the forest. + In less than two months she was no more. Rob felt as though his heart was + broken at this loss. But scarcely had the first spring flowers begun to + blossom upon her grave, when he met another crushing blow in the loss of + his father. That stern man had died in prison before his accusers could + agree upon the charges by which he was to be brought to trial. + </p> + <p> + Two years passed by. Rob’s cousin Will was away at school; and Marian’s + father, who had learned of her friendship with Rob, had sent his daughter + to the court of Queen Eleanor. So these years were lonely ones to the + orphaned lad. The bluff old Squire was kind to him, but secretly could + make nothing of one who went about brooding and as though seeking for + something he had lost. The truth is that Rob missed his old life in the + forest no less than his mother’s gentleness, and his father’s + companionship. Every time he twanged the string of the long bow against + his shoulder and heard the gray goose shaft sing, it told him of happy + days that he could not recall. + </p> + <p> + One morning as Rob came in to breakfast, his uncle greeted him with, “I + have news for you, Rob, my lad!” and the hearty old Squire finished his + draught of ale and set his pewter tankard down with a crash. + </p> + <p> + “What may that be, Uncle Gamewell?” asked the young man. + </p> + <p> + “Here is a chance to exercise your good long bow and win a pretty prize. + The Fair is on at Nottingham, and the Sheriff proclaims an archer’s + tournament. The best fellows are to have places with the King’s Foresters, + and the one who shoots straightest of all will win for prize a golden + arrow—a useless bauble enough, but just the thing for your lady + love, eh, Rob my boy?” Here the Squire laughed and whacked the table again + with his tankard. + </p> + <p> + Rob’s eyes sparkled. “‘Twere indeed worth shooting for, uncle mine,” he + said. “I should dearly love to let arrow fly alongside another man. And a + place among the Foresters is what I have long desired. Will you let me + try?” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure,” rejoined his uncle. “Well I know that your good mother would + have had me make a clerk of you; but well I see that the greenwood is + where you will pass your days. So, here’s luck to you in the bout!” And + the huge tankard came a third time into play. + </p> + <p> + The young man thanked his uncle for his good wishes, and set about making + preparations for the journey. He traveled lightly; but his yew bow must + needs have a new string, and his cloth-yard arrows must be of the + straightest and soundest. + </p> + <p> + One fine morning, a few days after, Rob might have been seen passing by + way of Lockesley through Sherwood Forest to Nottingham town. Briskly + walked he and gaily, for his hopes were high and never an enemy had he in + the wide world. But ‘twas the very last morning in all his life when he + was to lack an enemy! For, as he went his way through Sherwood, whistling + a blithe tune, he came suddenly upon a group of Foresters, making merry + beneath the spreading branches of an oak-tree. They had a huge meat pie + before them and were washing down prodigious slices of it with nut brown + ale. + </p> + <p> + One glance at the leader and Rob knew at once that he had found an enemy. + ‘Twas the man who had usurped his father’s place as Head Forester, and who + had roughly turned his mother out in the snow. But never a word said he + for good or bad, and would have passed on his way, had not this man, + clearing his throat with a huge gulp, bellowed out: “By my troth, here is + a pretty little archer! Where go you, my lad, with that tupenny bow and + toy arrows? Belike he would shoot at Nottingham Fair! Ho! Ho!” + </p> + <p> + A roar of laughter greeted this sally. Rob flushed, for he was mightily + proud of his shooting. + </p> + <p> + “My bow is as good as yours,” he retorted, “and my shafts will carry as + straight and as far. So I’ll not take lessons of any of ye.” + </p> + <p> + They laughed again loudly at this, and the leader said with frown: + </p> + <p> + “Show us some of your skill, and if you can hit the mark here’s twenty + silver pennies for you. But if you hit it not you are in for a sound + drubbing for your pertness.” + </p> + <p> + “Pick your own target,” quoth Rob in a fine rage. “I’ll lay my head + against that purse that I can hit it.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be as you say,” retorted the Forester angrily, “your head for + your sauciness that you hit not my target.” + </p> + <p> + Now at a little rise in the wood a herd of deer came grazing by, distant + full fivescore yards. They were King’s deer, but at that distance seemed + safe from any harm. The Head Forester pointed to them. + </p> + <p> + “If your young arm could speed a shaft for half that distance, I’d shoot + with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Done!” cried Rob. “My head against twenty pennies I’ll cause yon fine + fellow in the lead of them to breathe his last.” + </p> + <p> + And without more ado he tried the string of his long bow, placed a shaft + thereon, and drew it to his ear. A moment, and the quivering string sang + death as the shaft whistled across the glade. Another moment and the + leader of the herd leaped high in his tracks and fell prone, dyeing the + sward with his heart’s blood. + </p> + <p> + A murmur of amazement swept through the Foresters, and then a growl of + rage. He that had wagered was angriest of all. + </p> + <p> + “Know you what you have done, rash youth?” he said. “You have killed a + King’s deer, and by the laws of King Harry your head remains forfeit. Talk + not to me of pennies but get ye gone straight, and let me not look upon + your face again.” + </p> + <p> + Rob’s blood boiled within him, and he uttered a rash speech. “I have + looked upon your face once too often already, my fine Forester. ‘Tis you + who wear my father’s shoes.” + </p> + <p> + And with this he turned upon his heel and strode away. + </p> + <p> + The Forester heard his parting thrust with an oath. Red with rage he + seized his bow, strung an arrow, and without warning launched it full af’ + Rob. Well was it for the latter that the Forester’s foot turned on a twig + at the critical instant, for as it was the arrow whizzed by his ear so + close as to take a stray strand of his hair with it. Rob turned upon his + assailant, now twoscore yards away. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” said he. “You shoot not so straight as I, for all your bravado. Take + this from the tupenny bow!” + </p> + <p> + Straight flew his answering shaft. The Head Forester gave one cry, then + fell face downward and lay still. His life had avenged Rob’s father, but + the son was outlawed. Forward he ran through the forest, before the band + could gather their scattered wits—still forward into the great + greenwood. The swaying trees seemed to open their arms to the wanderer, + and to welcome him home. + </p> + <p> + Toward the close of the same day, Rob paused hungry and weary at the + cottage of a poor widow who dwelt upon the outskirts of the forest. Now + this widow had often greeted him kindly in his boyhood days, giving him to + eat and drink. So he boldly entered her door. The old dame was right glad + to see him, and baked him cakes in the ashes, and had him rest and tell + her his story. Then she shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis an evil wind that blows through Sherwood,” she said. “The poor are + despoiled and the rich ride over their bodies. My three sons have been + outlawed for shooting King’s deer to keep us from starving, and now hide + in the wood. And they tell me that twoscore of as good men as ever drew + bow are in hiding with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are they, good mother?” cried Rob. “By my faith, I will join them.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” replied the old woman at first. But when she saw that there + was no other way, she said: “My sons will visit me to-night. Stay you here + and see them if you must.” + </p> + <p> + So Rob stayed willingly to see the widow’s sons that night, for they were + men after his own heart. And when they found that his mood was with them, + they made him swear an oath of fealty, and told him the haunt of the band—a + place he knew right well. Finally one of them said: + </p> + <p> + “But the band lacks a leader—one who can use his head as well as his + hand. So we have agreed that he who has skill enough to go to Nottingham, + an outlaw, and win the prize at archery, shall be our chief.” + </p> + <p> + Rob sprang to his feet. “Said in good time!” cried he, “for I had started + to that self-same Fair, and all the Foresters, and all the Sheriff’s men + in Christendom shall not stand between me and the center of their target!” + </p> + <p> + And though he was but barely grown he stood so straight and his eye + flashed with such fire that the three brothers seized his hand and + shouted: + </p> + <p> + “A Lockesley! a Lockesley! if you win the golden arrow you shall be chief + of outlaws in Sherwood Forest!” + </p> + <p> + So Rob fell to planning how he could disguise himself to go to Nottingham + town; for he knew that the Foresters had even then set a price on his head + in the market-place. + </p> + <p> + It was even as Rob had surmised. The Sheriff of Nottingham posted a reward + of two hundred pounds for the capture, dead or alive, of one Robert + Fitzooth, outlaw. And the crowds thronging the streets upon that busy Fair + day often paused to read the notice and talk together about the death of + the Head Forester. + </p> + <p> + But what with wrestling bouts and bouts with quarter-staves, and wandering + minstrels, there came up so many other things to talk about, that the + reward was forgotten for the nonce, and only the Foresters and Sheriff’s + men watched the gates with diligence, the Sheriff indeed spurring them to + effort by offers of largess. His hatred of the father had descended to the + son. + </p> + <p> + The great event of the day came in the afternoon. It was the archer’s + contest for the golden arrow, and twenty men stepped forth to shoot. Among + them was a beggar-man, a sorry looking fellow with leggings of different + colors, and brown scratched face and hands. Over a tawny shock of hair he + had a hood drawn, much like that of a monk. Slowly he limped to his place + in the line, while the mob shouted in derision. But the contest was open + to all comers, so no man said him nay. + </p> + <p> + Side by side with Rob—for it was he—stood a muscular fellow of + swarthy visage and with one eye hid by a green bandage. Him also the crowd + jeered, but he passed them by with indifference while he tried his bow + with practiced hand. + </p> + <p> + A great crowd had assembled in the amphitheater enclosing the lists. All + the gentry and populace of the surrounding country were gathered there in + eager expectancy. The central box contained the lean but pompous Sheriff, + his bejeweled wife, and their daughter, a supercilious young woman enough, + who, it was openly hinted, was hoping to receive the golden arrow from the + victor and thus be crowned queen of the day. + </p> + <p> + Next to the Sheriff’s box was one occupied by the fat Bishop of Hereford; + while in the other side was a box wherein sat a girl whose dark hair, dark + eyes, and fair features caused Rob’s heart to leap. ‘Twas Maid Marian! She + had come up for a visit from the Queen’s court at London town, and now sat + demurely by her father the Earl of Huntingdon. If Rob had been grimly + resolved to win the arrow before, the sight of her sweet face multiplied + his determination an hundredfold. He felt his muscles tightening into + bands of steel, tense and true. Yet withal his heart would throb, making + him quake in a most unaccountable way. + </p> + <p> + Then the trumpet sounded, and the crowd became silent while the herald + announced the terms of the contest. The lists were open to all comers. The + first target was to be placed at thirty ells distance, and all those who + hit its center were allowed to shoot at the second target, placed ten ells + farther off. The third target was to be removed yet farther, until the + winner was proved. The winner was to receive the golden arrow, and a place + with the King’s Foresters. He it was also who crowned the queen of the + day. + </p> + <p> + The trumpet sounded again, and the archers prepared to shoot. Rob looked + to his string, while the crowd smiled and whispered at the odd figure he + cut, with his vari-colored legs and little cape. But as the first man + shot, they grew silent. + </p> + <p> + The target was not so far but that twelve out of the twenty contestants + reached its inner circle. Rob shot sixth in the line and landed fairly, + being rewarded by an approving grunt from the man with the green blinder, + who shot seventh, and with apparent carelessness, yet true to the + bull’s-eye. + </p> + <p> + The mob cheered and yelled themselves hoarse at this even marksmanship. + The trumpet sounded again, and a new target was set up at forty ells. + </p> + <p> + The first three archers again struck true, amid the loud applause of the + onlookers; for they were general favorites and expected to win. Indeed + ‘twas whispered that each was backed by one of the three dignitaries of + the day. The fourth and fifth archers barely grazed the center. Rob fitted + his arrow quietly and with some confidence sped it unerringly toward the + shining circle. + </p> + <p> + “The beggar! the beggar!” yelled the crowd; “another bull for the beggar!” + In truth his shaft was nearer the center than any of the others. But it + was not so near that “Blinder,” as the mob had promptly christened his + neighbor, did not place his shaft just within the mark. Again the crowd + cheered wildly. Such shooting as this was not seen every day in Nottingham + town. + </p> + <p> + The other archers in this round were disconcerted by the preceding shots, + or unable to keep the pace. They missed one after another and dropped + moodily back, while the trumpet sounded for the third round, and the + target was set up fifty ells distant. + </p> + <p> + “By my halidom you draw a good bow, young master,” said Rob’s queer + comrade to him in the interval allowed for rest. “Do you wish me to shoot + first on this trial?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Rob, “but you are a good fellow by this token, and if I win + not, I hope you may keep the prize from yon strutters.” And he nodded + scornfully to the three other archers who were surrounded by their + admirers, and were being made much of by retainers of the Sheriff, the + Bishop, and the Earl. From them his eye wandered toward Maid Marian’s + booth. She had been watching him, it seemed, for their eyes met; then hers + were hastily averted. + </p> + <p> + “Blinder’s” quick eye followed those of Rob. “A fair maid, that,” he said + smilingly, “and one more worthy the golden arrow than the Sheriff’s + haughty miss.” + </p> + <p> + Rob looked at him swiftly, and saw naught but kindliness in his glance. + </p> + <p> + “You are a shrewd fellow and I like you well,” was his only comment. + </p> + <p> + Now the archers prepared to shoot again, each with some little care. The + target seemed hardly larger than the inner ring had looked, at the first + trial. The first three sped their shafts, and while they were fair shots + they did not more than graze the inner circle. + </p> + <p> + Rob took his stand with some misgiving. Some flecking clouds overhead made + the light uncertain, and a handful of wind frolicked across the range in a + way quite disturbing to a bowman’s nerves. His eyes wandered for a brief + moment to the box wherein sat the dark-eyed girl. His heart leaped! she + met his glance and smiled at him reassuringly. And in that moment he felt + that she knew him despite his disguise and looked to him to keep the honor + of old Sherwood. He drew his bow firmly and, taking advantage of a + momentary lull in the breeze, launched the arrow straight and true-singing + across the range to the center of the target. + </p> + <p> + “The beggar! the beggar! a bull! a bull!” yelled the fickle mob, who from + jeering him were now his warm friends. “Can you beat that, Blinder?” + </p> + <p> + The last archer smiled scornfully and made ready. He drew his bow with + ease and grace and, without seeming to study the course, released the + winged arrow. Forward it leaped toward the target, and all eyes followed + its flight. A loud uproar broke forth when it alighted, just without the + center and grazing the shaft sent by Rob. The stranger made a gesture of + surprise when his own eyes announced the result to him, but saw his error. + He had not allowed for the fickle gust of wind which seized the arrow and + carried it to one side. But for all that he was the first to congratulate + the victor. + </p> + <p> + “I hope we may shoot again,” quoth he. “In truth I care not for the golden + bauble and wished to win it in despite of the Sheriff for whom I have no + love. Now crown the lady of your choice.” And turning suddenly he was lost + in the crowd, before Rob could utter what it was upon his lips to say, + that he would shoot again with him. + </p> + <p> + And now the herald summoned Rob to the Sheriff’s box to receive the prize. + </p> + <p> + “You are a curious fellow enough,” said the Sheriff, biting his lip + coldly; “yet you shoot well. What name go you by?” + </p> + <p> + Marian sat near and was listening intently. + </p> + <p> + “I am called Rob the Stroller, my Lord Sheriff,” said the archer. + </p> + <p> + Marian leaned back and smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Rob the Stroller, with a little attention to your skin and clothes + you would not be so bad a man,” said the Sheriff. “How like you the idea + of entering my service. + </p> + <p> + “Rob the Stroller has ever been a free man, my Lord, and desires no + service.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff’s brow darkened, yet for the sake of his daughter and the + golden arrow, he dissembled. + </p> + <p> + “Rob the Stroller,” said he, “here is the golden arrow which has been + offered to the best of archers this day. You are awarded the prize. See + that you bestow it worthily.” + </p> + <p> + At this point the herald nudged Rob and half inclined his head toward the + Sheriff’s daughter, who sat with a thin smile upon her lips. But Rob + heeded him not. He took the arrow and strode to the next box where sat + Maid Marian. + </p> + <p> + “Lady,” he said, “pray accept this little pledge from a poor stroller who + would devote the best shafts in his quiver to serve you.” + </p> + <p> + “My thanks to you, Rob in the Hood,” replied she with a roguish twinkle in + her eye; and she placed the gleaming arrow in her hair, while the people + shouted, “The Queen! the Queen!” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff glowered furiously upon this ragged archer who had refused his + service, taken his prize without a word of thanks, and snubbed his + daughter. He would have spoken, but his proud daughter restrained him. He + called to his guard and bade them watch the beggar. But Rob had already + turned swiftly, lost himself in the throng, and headed straight for the + town gate. + </p> + <p> + That same evening within a forest glade a group of men—some twoscore + clad in Lincoln green—sat round a fire roasting venison and making + merry. Suddenly a twig crackled and they sprang to their feet and seized + their weapons. + </p> + <p> + “I look for the widow’s sons,” a clear voice said, “and I come alone.” + </p> + <p> + Instantly the three men stepped forward. + </p> + <p> + “Tis Rob!” they cried; “welcome to Sherwood Forest, Rob!” And all the men + came and greeted him; for they had heard his story. + </p> + <p> + Then one of the widow’s sons, Stout Will, stepped forth and said: + </p> + <p> + “Comrades all, ye know that our band has sadly lacked a leader—one + of birth, breeding, and skill. Belike we have found that leader in this + young man. And I and my brothers have told him that the band would choose + that one who should bring the Sheriff to shame this day and capture his + golden arrow. Is it not so?” + </p> + <p> + The band gave assent. + </p> + <p> + Will turned to Rob. “What news bring you from Nottingham town?” asked he. + </p> + <p> + Rob laughed. “In truth I brought the Sheriff to shame for mine own + pleasure, and won his golden arrow to boot. But as to the prize ye must + e’en take my word, for I bestowed it upon a maid.” + </p> + <p> + And seeing the men stood in doubt at this, he continued: “But I’ll gladly + join your band, and you take me, as a common archer. For there are others + older and mayhap more skilled than I.” + </p> + <p> + Then stepped one forward from the rest, a tall swarthy man. And Rob + recognized him as the man with the green blinder; only this was now + removed, and his freed eye gleamed as stoutly as the other one. + </p> + <p> + “Rob in the Hood—for such the lady called you,” said he, “I can + vouch for your tale. You shamed the Sheriff e’en as I had hoped to do; and + we can forego the golden arrow since it is in such fair hands. As to your + shooting and mine, we must let future days decide. But here I, Will + Stutely, declare that I will serve none other chief save only you.” + </p> + <p> + Then good Will Stutely told the outlaws of Rob’s deeds, and gave him his + hand of fealty. And the widow’s sons did likewise, and the other members + every one, right gladly; because Will Stutely had heretofore been the + truest bow in all the company. And they toasted him in nut brown ale, and + hailed him as their leader, by the name of Robin Hood. And he accepted + that name because Maid Marian had said it. + </p> + <p> + By the light of the camp-fire the band exchanged signs and passwords. They + gave Robin Hood a horn upon which he was to blow to summon them. They + swore, also, that while they might take money and goods from the unjust + rich, they would aid and befriend the poor and the helpless; and that they + would harm no woman, be she maid, wife, or widow. They swore all this with + solemn oaths, while they feasted about the ruddy blaze, under the + greenwood tree. + </p> + <p> + And that is how Robin Hood became an outlaw. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD MET LITTLE JOHN + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O here is my hand,” the stranger reply’d, + “I’ll serve you with all my whole heart. + My name is John Little, a man of good mettle, + Ne’er doubt me for I’ll play my part.” + + “His name shall be altered,” quoth William Stutely, + “And I will his godfather be: + Prepare then a feast, and none of the least, + For we will be merry,” quoth he. +</pre> + <p> + All that summer Robin Hood and his merry men roamed in Sherwood Forest, + and the fame of their deeds ran abroad in the land. The Sheriff of + Nottingham waxed wroth at the report, but all his traps and excursions + failed to catch the outlaws. The poor people began by fearing them, but + when they found that the men in Lincoln green who answered Robin Hood’s + horn meant them no harm, but despoiled the oppressor to relieve the + oppressed, they ‘gan to have great liking for them. And the band increased + by other stout hearts till by the end of the summer fourscore good men and + true had sworn fealty. + </p> + <p> + But the days of quiet which came on grew irksome to Robin’s adventurous + spirit. Up rose he, one gay morn, and slung his quiver over his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “This fresh breeze stirs the blood, my lads,” quoth he, “and I would be + seeing what the gay world looks like in the direction of Nottingham town. + But tarry ye behind in the borders of the forest, within earshot of my + bugle call.” + </p> + <p> + Thus saying he strode merrily forward to the edge of the wood, and paused + there a moment, his agile form erect, his brown locks flowing and his + brown eyes watching the road; and a goodly sight he made, as the wind blew + the ruddy color into his cheeks. + </p> + <p> + The highway led clear in the direction of the town, and thither he boldly + directed his steps. But at a bend in the road he knew of a by-path leading + across a brook which made the way nearer and less open, into which he + turned. As he approached the stream he saw that it had become swollen by + recent rains into quite a pretty torrent. The log foot-bridge was still + there, but at this end of it a puddle intervened which could be crossed + only with a leap, if you would not get your feet wet. + </p> + <p> + But Robin cared little for such a handicap. Taking a running start, his + nimble legs carried him easily over and balanced neatly upon the end of + the broad log. But he was no sooner started across than he saw a tall + stranger coming from the other side. Thereupon Robin quickened his pace, + and the stranger did likewise, each thinking to cross first. Midway they + met, and neither would yield an inch. + </p> + <p> + “Give way, fellow!” roared Robin, whose leadership of a band, I am afraid, + had not tended to mend his manners. + </p> + <p> + The stranger smiled. He was almost a head taller than the other. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” he retorted, “fair and softly! I give way only to a better man than + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Give way, I say”, repeated Robin, “or I shall have to show you a better + man.” + </p> + <p> + His opponent budged not an inch, but laughed loudly. “Now by my halidom!” + he said good-naturedly, “I would not move after hearing that speech, even + if minded to it before; for this better man I have sought my life long. + Therefore show him to me, an it please you.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I right soon,” quoth Robin. “Stay you here a little while, till + I cut me a cudgel like unto that you have been twiddling in your fingers.” + So saying he sought his own bank again with a leap, laid aside his long + bow and arrows, and cut him a stout staff of oak, straight, knotless, and + a good six feet in length. But still it was a full foot shorter than his + opponent’s. Then back came he boldly. + </p> + <p> + “I mind not telling you, fellow,” said he, “that a bout with archery would + have been an easier way with me. But there are other tunes in England + besides that the arrow sings.” Here he whirred the staff about his head by + way of practice. “So make you ready for the tune I am about to play upon + your ribs. Have at you! One, two—” + </p> + <p> + “Three!” roared the giant smiting at him instantly. + </p> + <p> + Well was it for Robin that he was quick and nimble of foot; for the blow + that grazed a hair’s breadth from his shoulder would have felled an ox. + Nevertheless while swerving to avoid this stroke, Robin was poising for + his own, and back came he forthwith—whack! + </p> + <p> + Whack! parried the other. + </p> + <p> + Whack! whack! whack! whack! + </p> + <p> + The fight waxed fast and furious. It was strength pitted against subtlety, + and the match was a merry one. The mighty blows of the stranger went + whistling around Robin’s ducking head, while his own swift undercuts were + fain to give the other an attack of indigestion. Yet each stood firmly in + his place not moving backward or forward a foot for a good half hour, nor + thinking of crying “Enough!” though some chance blow seemed likely to + knock one or the other off the narrow foot-bridge. The giant’s face was + getting red, and his breath came snorting forth like a bull’s. He stepped + forward with a furious onslaught to finish this audacious fellow. Robin + dodged his blows lightly, then sprang in swiftly and unexpectedly and + dealt the stranger such a blow upon the short ribs that you would have + sworn the tanner was trimming down his hides for market. + </p> + <p> + The stranger reeled and came within an ace of falling, but regained his + footing right quickly. + </p> + <p> + “By my life, you can hit hard!” he gasped forth, giving back a blow almost + while he was yet staggering. + </p> + <p> + This blow was a lucky one. It caught Robin off his guard. His stick had + rested a moment while he looked to see the giant topple into the water, + when down came the other upon his head, whack! Robin saw more stars in + that one moment than all the astronomers have since discovered, and + forthwith he dropped neatly into the stream. + </p> + <p> + The cool rushing current quickly brought him to his senses, howbeit he was + still so dazed that he groped blindly for the swaying reeds to pull + himself up on the bank. His assailant could not forbear laughing heartily + at his plight, but was also quick to lend his aid. He thrust down his long + staff to Robin crying, “Lay hold of that, an your fists whirl not so much + as your head!” + </p> + <p> + Robin laid hold and was hauled to dry land for all the world like a fish, + except that the fish would never have come forth so wet and dripping. He + lay upon the warm bank for a space to regain his senses. Then he sat up + and gravely rubbed his pate. + </p> + <p> + “By all the saints!” said he, “you hit full stoutly. My head hums like a + hive of bees on a summer morning.” + </p> + <p> + Then he seized his horn, which lay near, and blew thereon three shrill + notes that echoed against the trees. A moment of silence ensued, and then + was heard the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs like the coming of + many men; and forth from the glade burst a score or two of stalwart + yeomen, all clad in Lincoln green, like Robin, with good Will Stutely and + the widow’s three sons at their head. + </p> + <p> + “Good master,” cried Will Stutely, “how is this? In sooth there is not a + dry thread on your body.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, marry,” replied Robin, “this fellow would not let me pass the + footbridge, and when I tickled him in the ribs, he must needs answer by a + pat on the head which landed me overboard.” + </p> + <p> + “Then shall he taste some of his own porridge,” quoth Will. “Seize him, + lads!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, let him go free,” said Robin. “The fight was a fair one and I abide + by it. I surmise you also are quits?” he continued, turning to the + stranger with a twinkling eye. + </p> + <p> + “I am content,” said the other, “for verily you now have the best end of + the cudgel. Wherefore, I like you well, and would fain know your name.” + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said Robin, “my men and even the Sheriff of Nottingham know me as + Robin Hood, the outlaw.” + </p> + <p> + “Then am I right sorry that I beat you,” exclaimed the man, “for I was on + my way to seek you and to try to join your merry company. But after my + unmannerly use of the cudgel, I fear we are still strangers.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, never say it!” cried Robin, “I am glad I fell in with you; though, + sooth to say, I did all the falling!” + </p> + <p> + And amid a general laugh the two men clasped hands, and in that clasp the + strong friendship of a lifetime was begun. + </p> + <p> + “But you have not yet told us your name,” said Robin, bethinking himself. + </p> + <p> + “Whence I came, men call me John Little.” + </p> + <p> + “Enter our company then, John Little; enter and welcome. The rites are + few, the fee is large. We ask your whole mind and body and heart even unto + death.” + </p> + <p> + “I give the bond, upon my life,” said the tall man. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Will Stutely, who loved a good jest, spoke up and said: “The + infant in our household must be christened, and I’ll stand godfather. This + fair little stranger is so small of bone and sinew, that his old name is + not to the purpose.” Here he paused long enough to fill a horn in the + stream. “Hark ye, my son,”—standing on tiptoe to splash the water on + the giant—“take your new name on entering the forest. I christen you + Little John.” + </p> + <p> + At this jest the men roared long and loud. + </p> + <p> + “Give him a bow, and find a full sheath of arrows for Little John,” said + Robin joyfully. “Can you shoot as well as fence with the staff, my + friend?” + </p> + <p> + “I have hit an ash twig at forty yards,” said Little John. + </p> + <p> + Thus chatting pleasantly the band turned back into the woodland and sought + their secluded dell, where the trees were the thickest, the moss was the + softest, and a secret path led to a cave, at once a retreat and a + stronghold. Here under a mighty oak they found the rest of the band, some + of whom had come in with a brace of fat does. And here they built a ruddy + fire and sat down to the meat and ale, Robin Hood in the center with Will + Stutely on the one hand and Little John on the other. And Robin was right + well pleased with the day’s adventure, even though he had got a drubbing; + for sore ribs and heads will heal, and ‘tis not every day that one can + find a recruit as stout of bone and true of soul as Little John. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD TURNED BUTCHER, AND ENTERED THE SHERIFF’S SERVICE + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The butcher he answered jolly Robin, + “No matter where I do dwell, + For a butcher am I, and to Nottingham + Am I going, my flesh to sell.” + </pre> + <p> + The next morning the weather had turned ill, and Robin Hood’s band stayed + close to their dry and friendly cave. The third day brought a diversion in + the shape of a trap by a roving party of the Sheriff’s men. A fine stag + had been struck down by one Of Will Stutely’s fellows, and he and others + had stepped forth from the covert to seize it, when twenty bowmen from + Nottingham appeared at the end of the glade. Down dropped Will’s men on + all fours, barely in time to hear a shower of arrows whistle above their + heads. Then from behind the friendly trees they sent back such a welcome + that the Sheriff’s men deemed it prudent not to tarry in their steps. Two + of them, in sooth, bore back unpleasant wounds in their shoulders, from + the encounter. + </p> + <p> + When they returned to town the Sheriff waxed red with rage. + </p> + <p> + “What,” he gasped, “do my men fear to fight this Robin Hood, face to face? + Would that I could get him within my reach, once. We should see then; we + should see!” + </p> + <p> + What it was the Sheriff would see, he did not state. But he was to have + his wish granted in short space, and you and I will see how he profited by + it. + </p> + <p> + The fourth day and the one following this friendly bout, Little John was + missing. One of his men said that he saw him talking with a beggar, but + did not know whither they had gone. Two more days passed. Robin grew + uneasy. He did not doubt the faith of Little John, but he was fearful lest + a roving band of Foresters had captured him. + </p> + <p> + At last Robin could not remain quiet. Up sprang he, with bow and arrows, + and a short sword at his side. + </p> + <p> + “I must away to Nottingham town, my men,” he cried. “The goodly Sheriff + has long desired to see me; and mayhap he can tell me tidings of the best + quarter-staff in the shire”—meaning Little John. + </p> + <p> + Others of the band besought him to let them go with him, but he would not. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” he said smilingly, “the Sheriff and I are too good friends to put + doubt upon our meeting. But tarry ye in the edge of the wood opposite the + west gate of the town, and ye may be of service ere to-morrow night.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he strode forward to the road leading to Nottingham, and stood + as before looking up and down to see if the way was clear. Back at a bend + in the road he heard a rumbling and a lumbering, when up drove a stout + butcher, whistling gaily, and driving a mare that sped slowly enough + because of the weight of meat with which the cart was loaded. + </p> + <p> + “A good morrow to you, friend,” hailed Robin. “Whence come you and where + go you with your load of meat?” + </p> + <p> + “A good morrow to you,” returned the butcher, civilly enough. “No matter + where I dwell. I am but a simple butcher, and to Nottingham am I going, my + flesh to sell. ‘Tis Fair week, and my beef and mutton should fetch a fair + penny,” and he laughed loudly at his jest. “But whence come you?” + </p> + <p> + “A yeoman am I, from Lockesley town. Men call me Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “The saints forefend that you should treat me ill!” said the butcher in + terror. “Oft have I heard of you, and how you lighten the purses of the + fat priests and knights. But I am naught but a poor butcher, selling this + load of meat, perchance, for enough to pay my quarter’s rent.” + </p> + <p> + “Rest you, my friend, rest you,” quoth Robin, “not so much as a silver + penny would I take from you, for I love an honest Saxon face and a fair + name with my neighbors. But I would strike a bargain with you.” + </p> + <p> + Here he took from his girdle a well-filled purse, and continued, “I would + fain be a butcher, this day, and sell meat at Nottingham town. Could you + sell me your meat, your cart, your mare, and your good-will, without loss, + for five marks?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven bless ye, good Robin,” cried the butcher right joyfully, “that can + I!” And he leaped down forthwith from the cart, and handed Robin the reins + in exchange for the purse. + </p> + <p> + “One moment more,” laughed Robin, “we must e’en change garments for the + nonce. Take mine and scurry home quickly lest the King’s Foresters try to + put a hole through this Lincoln green.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he donned the butcher’s blouse and apron, and, climbing into the + cart, drove merrily down the road to the town. + </p> + <p> + When he came to Nottingham he greeted the scowling gate-keeper blithely + and proceeded to the market-place. Boldly he led his shuffling horse to + the place where the butchers had their stalls. + </p> + <p> + He had no notion of the price to ask for his meat, but put on a foolish + and simple air as he called aloud his wares: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Hark ye, lasses and dames, hark ye, + Good meat come buy, come buy, + Three pen’orths go for one penny, + And a kiss is good, say I!” + </pre> + <p> + Now when the folk found what a simple butcher he was, they crowded around + his cart; for he really did sell three times as much for one penny as was + sold by the other butchers. And one or two serving-lasses with twinkling + eyes liked his comely face so well that they willingly gave boot of a + kiss. + </p> + <p> + But the other butchers were wroth when they found how he was taking their + trade; and they accordingly put their heads together. + </p> + <p> + One said, “He is a prodigal and has sold his father’s land, and this is + his first venture in trading.” + </p> + <p> + Another said, “He is a thief who has murdered a butcher, and stolen his + horse and meat.” + </p> + <p> + Robin heard these sayings, but only laughed merrily and sang his song the + louder. His good-humor made the people laugh also and crowd round his cart + closely, shouting uproariously when some buxom lass submitted to be + kissed. + </p> + <p> + Then the butchers saw that they must meet craft with craft; and they said + to him, “Come, brother butcher, if you would sell meat with us, you must + e’en join our guild and stand by the rules of our trade.” + </p> + <p> + “We dine at the Sheriff’s mansion to-day,” said another, “and you must + take one of our party.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Accurst of his heart,” said jolly Robin, + “That a butcher will deny. + I’ll go with you, my brethren true, + And as fast as I can hie.” + </pre> + <p> + Whereupon, having sold all his meat, he left his horse and cart in charge + of a friendly hostler and prepared to follow his mates to the Mansion + House. + </p> + <p> + It was the Sheriff’s custom to dine various guilds of the trade, from time + to time, on Fair days, for he got a pretty profit out of the fees they + paid him for the right to trade in the market-place. The Sheriff was + already come with great pomp into the banqueting room, when Robin Hood and + three or four butchers entered, and he greeted them all with great + condescension; and presently the whole of a large company was seated at a + table groaning beneath the good cheer of the feast. + </p> + <p> + Now the Sheriff bade Robin sit by his right hand, at the head of the + board; for one or two butchers had whispered to the official, “That fellow + is a right mad blade, who yet made us much sport to-day. He sold more meat + for one penny than we could sell for three; and he gave extra weight to + whatsoever lass would buss him.” And others said, “He is some prodigal who + knows not the value of goods, and may be plucked by a shrewd man right + closely.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff was will to pluck a prodigal with the next man, and he was + moreover glad to have a guest who promised to enliven the feast. So, as I + have told you, he placed Robin by his side, and he made much of him and + laughed boisterously at his jests; though sooth to say, the laugh were + come by easily, for Robin had never been in merrier mood, and his quips + and jests soon put the whole table at a roar. + </p> + <p> + Then my lord Bishop of Hereford came in, last of all, to say a ponderous + grace and take his seat on the other side of the Sheriff—the + prelate’s fat body showing up in goodly contrast to the other’s lean + bones. + </p> + <p> + After grace was said, and while the servants clattered in with the meat + platters, Robin stood up and said: + </p> + <p> + “An amen say I to my lord Bishop’s thanks! How, now, my fine fellows, be + merry and drink deep; for the shot I’ll pay ere I go my way, though it + cost me five pounds and more. So my lords and gentlemen all, spare not the + wine, but fall to lustily.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear! hear!” shouted the butchers. + </p> + <p> + “Now are you a right jolly soul,” quoth the Sheriff, “but this feast is + mine own. Howbeit you must have many a head of horned beasts, and many an + acre of broad land, to spend from your purse so freely.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, that have I,” returned Robin, his eyes all a twinkle, “five hundred + horned beasts have I and my brothers, and none of them have we been able + to sell. That is why I have turned butcher. But I know not the trade, and + would gladly sell the whole herd, an I could find a buyer.” + </p> + <p> + At this, the Sheriff’s greed ‘gan to rise. Since this fool <i>would</i> be + plucked, thought he, why should not he do the plucking? + </p> + <p> + “Five hundred beasts, say you?” he queried sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Five hundred and ten fat beasts by actual count, that I would sell for a + just figure. Aye, to him who will pay me in right money, would I sell them + for twenty pieces of gold. Is that too much to ask, lording?” + </p> + <p> + Was there ever such an idiot butcher? thought the Sheriff; and he so far + forgot his dignity as to nudge the Bishop in his fat ribs. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, good fellow,” quoth he chuckling, “I am always ready to help any in + my shire. An you cannot find a buyer for your herd at this just figure, I + will e’en buy them myself.” + </p> + <p> + At this generosity Robin was quite overcome, and fell to praising the + Sheriff to the skies, and telling him that he should not have cause to + forget the kindness. + </p> + <p> + “Tut, tut,” said the Sheriff, “‘tis naught but a trade. Drive in your herd + tomorrow to the market-place and you shall have money down.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, excellence,” said Robin, “that can I not easily do, for they are + grazing in scattered fashion. But they are over near Gamewell, not more + than a mile therefrom at most. Will you not come and choose your own + beasts tomorrow?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, that I will,” said the Sheriff, his cupidity casting his caution to + the winds. “Tarry with me over night, and I will go with you in the + morning.” + </p> + <p> + This was a poser for Robin, since he liked not the idea of staying over + night at the Sheriff’s house. He had hoped to appoint a meeting-place for + the other, but now saw that this might excite doubt. He looked around at + the company. By this time, you must know, the feast had progressed far, + and the butchers were deep in their cups. The Sheriff and Robin had talked + in a low voice, and my lord Bishop was almost asleep. + </p> + <p> + “Agreed,” said Robin presently, and the words were no sooner out of his + mouth than the door opened and a serving-man entered bearing tray of + mulled wine. At sight of the fellow’s face, Robin gave an involuntary + start of surprise which was instantly checked. The other also saw him, + stood still a moment, and as if forgetting something turned about and left + the hall. + </p> + <p> + It was Little John. + </p> + <p> + A dozen questions flashed across Robin’s mind, and he could find answer + for none of them. What was Little John doing in the Sheriff’s house? Why + had he not told the band? Was he true to them? Would he betray him? + </p> + <p> + But these questions of distrust were dismissed from Robin’s open mind as + soon as they had entered. He knew that Little John was faithful and true. + </p> + <p> + He recovered his spirits and began again upon a vein of foolish banter, + for the amusement of the Sheriff and his guests, all being now merry with + wine. + </p> + <p> + “A song!” one of them shouted, and the cry was taken up round the table. + Robin mounted his chair and trolled forth: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “A lass and a butcher of Nottingham + Agreed ‘twixt them for to wed. + Says he, ‘I’ll give ye the meat, fair dame, + And ye will give me the bread.” + </pre> + <p> + Then they joined in the chorus amid a pounding of cups upon the board: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “With a hey and a ho + And a hey nonny no, + A butcher of Nottingham!” + </pre> + <p> + While the song was at its height, Little John reappeared, with other + servants, and refilled the cups. He came up to Robin and, as if asking him + if he would have more wine, said softly, “Meet me in the pantry to-night.” + </p> + <p> + Robin nodded, and sang loudly. The day was already far spent, and + presently the company broke up with many hiccupy bows of the Sheriff and + little notice of the drowsy Bishop. + </p> + <p> + When the company was dispersed, the Sheriff bade a servant show Robin to + his room, and promised to see him at breakfast the next day. + </p> + <p> + Robin kept his word and met Little John that night, and the sheriff next + day; but Little John has been doing so much in the meantime that he must + be allowed a chapter to himself. + </p> + <p> + So let us turn to another story that was sung of, in the ballads of olden + time, and find out how Little John entered the Sheriff’s service. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + HOW LITTLE JOHN ENTERED THE SHERIFF’S SERVICE + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + List and hearken, gentlemen, + All ye that now be here, + Of Little John, that was Knight’s-man, + Good mirth ye now shall hear. +</pre> + <p> + It had come around another Fair day at Nottingham town, and folk crowded + there by all the gates. Goods of many kinds were displayed in gaily + colored booths, and at every cross-street a free show was in progress. + Here and there, stages had been erected for the play at quarter-staff, a + highly popular sport. + </p> + <p> + There was a fellow, one Eric of Lincoln, who was thought to be the finest + man with the staff for miles around. His feats were sung about in ballads + through all the shire. A great boaster was he withal, and to-day he + strutted about on one of these corner stages, and vaunted of his prowess, + and offered to crack any man’s crown for a shilling. Several had tried + their skill with Eric, but he had soon sent them spinning in no gentle + manner, amid the jeers and laughter of the onlookers. + </p> + <p> + A beggar-man sat over against Eric’s stage and grinned every time a pate + was cracked. He was an uncouth fellow, ragged and dirty and unshaven. Eric + caught sight of his leering face at one of his boasts—for there was + a lull in the game, because no man else wanted to come within reach of + Eric’s blows. Eric, I say, noticed the beggar-man grinning at him rather + impudently, and turned toward him sharply. + </p> + <p> + “How now, you dirty villain!” quoth he, “mend your manners to your + betters, or, by our Lady, I’ll dust your rags for you.” + </p> + <p> + The beggar-man still grinned. “I am always ready to mend my manners to my + betters,” said he, “but I am afraid you cannot teach me any better than + you can dust my jacket.” + </p> + <p> + “Come up! Come up!” roared the other, flourishing his staff. + </p> + <p> + “That will I,” said the beggar, getting up slowly and with difficulty. “It + will pleasure me hugely to take a braggart down a notch, an some good man + will lend me a stout quarter-staff.” + </p> + <p> + At this a score of idlers reached him their staves—being ready + enough to see another man have his head cracked, even if they wished to + save their own—and he took the stoutest and heaviest of all. He made + a sorry enough figure as he climbed awkwardly upon the stage, but when he + had gained it, he towered full half a head above the other, for all his + awkwardness. Nathless, he held his stick so clumsily that the crowd + laughed in great glee. + </p> + <p> + Now each man took his place and looked the other up and down, watching + warily for an opening. Only a moment stood they thus, for Eric, intent on + teaching this rash beggar a lesson and sweeping him speedily off the + stage, launched forth boldly and gave the other a sounding crack on the + shoulder. The beggar danced about, and made as though he would drop his + staff from very pain, while the crowd roared and Eric raised himself for + another crushing blow. But just then the awkward beggar came to life. + Straightening himself like a flash, he dealt Eric a back-handed blow, the + like of which he had never before seen. Down went the boaster to the floor + with a sounding thump, and the fickle people yelled and laughed themselves + purple; for it was a new sight to see Eric of Lincoln eating dust. + </p> + <p> + But he was up again almost as soon as he had fallen, and right quickly + retreated to his own ringside to gather his wits and watch for an opening. + He saw instantly that he had no easy antagonist, and he came in cautiously + this time. + </p> + <p> + And now those who stood around saw the merriest game of quarter-staff that + was ever played inside the walls of Nottingham town. Both men were on + their guard and fenced with fine skill, being well matched in prowess. + Again and again did Eric seek to force an opening under the other’s guard, + and just as often were his blows parried. The beggar stood sturdily in his + tracks contenting himself with beating off the attack. For a long time + their blows met like the steady crackling of some huge forest fire, and + Eric strove to be wary, for he now knew that the other had no mean wits or + mettle. But he grew right mad at last, and began to send down blows so + fierce and fast that you would have sworn a great hail-storm was pounding + on the shingles over your head. Yet he never so much as entered the tall + beggar’s guard. + </p> + <p> + Then at last the stranger saw his chance and changed his tune of fighting. + With one upward stroke he sent Eric’s staff whirling through the air. With + another he tapped Eric on the head; and, with a third broad swing, ere the + other could recover himself, he swept him clear off the stage, much as you + would brush a fly off the window pane. + </p> + <p> + Now the people danced and shouted and made so much ado that the + shop-keepers left their stalls and others came running from every + direction. The victory of the queer beggar made him immensely popular. + Eric had been a great bully, and many had suffered defeat and insult at + his hands. So the ragged stranger found money and food and drink + everywhere at his disposal, and he feasted right comfortably till the + afternoon. + </p> + <p> + Then a long bow contest came on, and to it the beggar went with some of + his new friends. It was held in the same arena that Robin had formerly + entered; and again the Sheriff and lords and ladies graced the scene with + their presence, while the people crowded to their places. + </p> + <p> + When the archers had stepped forward, the herald rose and proclaimed the + rules of the game: how that each man should shoot three shots, and to him + who shot best the prize of a yoke of fat steers should belong. A dozen + keen-eyed bowmen were there, and among them some of the best fellows in + the Forester’s and Sheriff’s companies. Down at the end of the line + towered the tall beggar-man, who must needs twang a bow-string with the + best of them. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff noted his queer figure and asked: “Who is that ragged fellow?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis he that hath but now so soundly cracked the crown of Eric of + Lincoln,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + The shooting presently began, and the targets soon showed a fine + reckoning. Last of all came the beggar’s turn. + </p> + <p> + “By your leave,” he said loudly, “I’d like it well to shoot with any other + man here present at a mark of my own placing.” And he strode down the + lists with a slender peeled sapling which he stuck upright in the ground. + “There,” said he, “is a right good mark. Will any man try it?” + </p> + <p> + But not an archer would risk his reputation on so small a target. + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the beggar drew his bow with seeming carelessness and split the + wand with his shaft. + </p> + <p> + “Long live the beggar!” yelled the bystanders. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff swore a full great oath, and said: “This man is the best + archer that ever yet I saw.” And he beckoned to him, and asked him: “How + now, good fellow, what is your name, and in what country were you born?” + </p> + <p> + “In Holderness I was born,” the man replied; “men call me Reynold + Greenleaf.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a sturdy fellow, Reynold Greenleaf, and deserve better apparel + than that you wear at present. Will you enter my service? I will give you + twenty marks a year, above your living, and three good suits of clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Three good suits, say you? Then right gladly will I enter your service, + for my back has been bare this many a long day.” + </p> + <p> + Then Reynold turned him about to the crowd and shouted: “Hark ye, good + people, I have entered the Sheriff’s service, and need not the yoke of + steers for prize. So take them for yourselves, to feast withal.” + </p> + <p> + At this the crowd shouted more merrily than ever, and threw their caps + high into the air. And none so popular a man had come to Nottingham town + in many a long day as this same Reynold Greenleaf. + </p> + <p> + Now you may have guessed, by this time, who Reynold Greenleaf really was; + so I shall tell you that he was none other than Little John. And forth + went he to the Sheriff’s house, and entered his service. But it was a + sorry day for the Sheriff when he got his new man. For Little John winked + his shrewd eye and said softly to himself: “By my faith, I shall be the + worst servant to him that ever yet had he!” + </p> + <p> + Two days passed by. Little John, it must be confessed, did not make a good + servant. He insisted upon eating the Sheriff’s best bread and drinking his + best wine, so that the steward waxed wroth. Nathless the Sheriff held him + in high esteem, and made great talk of taking him along on the next + hunting trip. + </p> + <p> + It was now the day of the banquet to the butchers, about which we have + already heard. The banquet hall, you must know, was not in the main house, + but connected with it by a corridor. All the servants were bustling about + making preparations for the feast, save only Little John, who must needs + lie abed the greater part of the day. But he presented himself at last, + when the dinner was half over; and being desirous of seeing the guests for + himself he went into the hall with the other servants to pass the wine. + First, however, I am afraid that some of the wine passed his own lips + while he went down the corridor. When he entered the banqueting hall, whom + should he see but Robin Hood himself. We can imagine the start of surprise + felt by each of these bold fellows upon seeing the other in such strange + company. But they kept their secrets, as we have seen, and arranged to + meet each other that same night. Meanwhile, the proud Sheriff little knew + that he harbored the two chief outlaws of the whole countryside beneath + his roof. + </p> + <p> + After the feast was over and night was beginning to advance, Little John + felt faint of stomach and remembered him that he had eaten nothing all + that day. Back went he to the pantry to see what eatables were laid by. + But there, locking up the stores for the night, stood the fat steward. + </p> + <p> + “Good Sir Steward,” said Little John, “give me to dine, for it is long for + Greenleaf to be fasting.” + </p> + <p> + The steward looked grimly at him and rattled the keys at his girdle. + </p> + <p> + “Sirrah lie-abed,” quoth he, “‘tis late in the day to be talking of + eating. Since you have waited thus long to be hungry, you can e’en take + your appetite back to bed again.” + </p> + <p> + “Now by mine appetite, that will I not do,” cried Little John. “Your own + paunch of fat would be enough for any bear to sleep on through the winter. + But my stomach craves food, and food it shall have!” + </p> + <p> + Saying this he brushed past the steward and tried the door, but it was + locked fast; whereat the fat steward chuckled and jangled his keys again. + </p> + <p> + Then was Little John right mad, and he brought down his huge fist on the + door-panel with a sledge-hammer blow that shivered an opening you could + thrust your hand into. Little John stooped and peered through the hole to + see what food lay within reach, when crack! went the steward’s keys upon + his crown, and the worthy danced around him playing a tattoo that made + Little John’s ears ring. At this he turned upon the steward and gave him + such a rap that his back went nigh in two, and over went the fat fellow + rolling on the floor. + </p> + <p> + “Lie there,” quoth Little John, “till ye find strength to go to bed. + Meanwhile, I must be about my dinner.” And he kicked open the buttery door + without ceremony and brought to light a venison pasty and cold roast + pheasant—goodly sights to a hungry man. Placing these down on a + convenient shelf he fell to with right good will. So Little John ate and + drank as much as he would. + </p> + <p> + Now the Sheriff had in his kitchen a cook, a stout man and bold, who heard + the rumpus and came in to see how the land lay. There sat Little John + eating away for dear life, while the fat steward was rolled under the + table like a bundle of rags. + </p> + <p> + “I make my vow!” said the cook, “you are a shrewd hind to dwell thus in a + household, and ask thus to dine.” So saying he laid aside his spit and + drew a good sword that hung at his side. + </p> + <p> + “I make my vow!” said Little John, “you are a bold man and hardy to come + thus between me and my meat. So defend yourself and see that you prove the + better man.” And he drew his own sword and crossed weapons with the cook. + </p> + <p> + Then back and forth they clashed with sullen sound. The old ballad which + tells of their fight says that they thought nothing for to flee, but + stiffly for to stand. There they fought sore together, two miles away and + more, but neither might the other harm for the space of a full hour. + </p> + <p> + “I make my vow!” cried Little John, “you are the best swordsman that ever + yet I saw. What say you to resting a space and eating and drinking good + health with me. Then we may fall to again with the swords.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed!” said the cook, who loved good fare as well as a good fight; and + they both laid by their swords and fell to the food with hearty will. The + venison pasty soon disappeared, and the roast pheasant flew at as lively a + rate as ever the bird itself had sped. Then the warriors rested a space + and patted their stomachs, and smiled across at each other like bosom + friends; for a man when he as dined looks out pleasantly upon the world. + </p> + <p> + “And now good Reynold Greenleaf,” said the cook, “we may as well settle + this brave fight we have in hand.” + </p> + <p> + “A true saying,” rejoined the other, “but first tell me, friend—for + I protest you are my friend henceforth—what is the score we have to + settle?” + </p> + <p> + “Naught save who can handle the sword best,” said the cook. “By my troth I + had thought to carve you like a capon ere now.” + </p> + <p> + “And I had long since thought to shave your ears,” replied Little John. + “This bout we can settle in right good time. But just now I and my master + have need of you, and you can turn your stout blade to better service than + that of the Sheriff.” + </p> + <p> + “Whose service would that be?” asked the cook. + </p> + <p> + “Mine,” answered a would-be butcher entering the room, “and I am Robin + Hood.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE SHERIFF LOST THREE GOOD SERVANTS AND FOUND THEM AGAIN + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Make good cheer,” said Robin Hood. + “Sheriff! for charity! + And for the love of Little John + Thy life is granted thee!” + </pre> + <p> + The cook gasped in amazement. This Robin Hood! and under the Sheriff’s + very roof! + </p> + <p> + “Now by my troth you are a brave fellow,” he said. “I have heard great + tales of your prowess, and the half has not been told. But who might this + tall slasher be?” + </p> + <p> + “Men do call me Little John, good fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Little John, or Reynold Greenleaf, I like you well, on my honor as + Much the miller’s son; and you too, bold Robin Hood. An you take me, I + will enter your service right gladly.” + </p> + <p> + “Spoken like a stout man!” said Robin, seizing him by the hand. “But I + must back to my own bed, lest some sleepy warden stumble upon me, and I be + forced to run him through. Lucky for you twain that wine flowed so freely + in the house to-day; else the noise of your combat would have brought + other onlookers besides Robin Hood. Now if ye would flee the house + to-night, I will join you in the good greenwood to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “But, good master,” said the cook, “you would not stay here over night! + Verily, it is running your head into a noose. Come with us. The Sheriff + has set strict watch on all the gates, since ‘tis Fair week, but I know + the warden at the west gate and could bring us through safely. To-morrow + you will be stayed.” “Nay, that will I not,” laughed Robin, “for I shall + go through with no less escort than the Sheriff himself. Now do you, + Little John, and do you, Much the miller’s son, go right speedily. In the + borders of the wood you will find my merry men. Tell them to kill two fine + harts against to-morrow eve, for we shall have great company and lordly + sport.” + </p> + <p> + And Robin left them as suddenly as he had come. + </p> + <p> + “Comrade,” then said Little John, “we may as well bid the Sheriff’s roof + farewell. But ere we go, it would seem a true pity to fail to take such of + the Sheriff’s silver plate as will cause us to remember him, and also + grace our special feasts.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis well said indeed,” quoth the cook. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon they got a great sack and filled it with silver plate from the + shelves where it would not at once be missed, and they swung the sack + between them, and away they went, out of the house, out of the town, and + into the friendly shelter of Sherwood Forest. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the servants were late astir in the Sheriff’s house. The + steward awoke from a heavy sleep, but his cracked head was still in such a + whirl that he could not have sworn whether the Sheriff had ever owned so + much as one silver dish. So the theft went undiscovered for the nonce. + </p> + <p> + Robin Hood met the Sheriff at breakfast, when his host soon spoke of what + was uppermost in his heart—the purchase of the fine herd of cattle + near Gamewell. ‘Twas clear that a vision of them, purchased for twenty + paltry gold pieces, had been with him all through the night, in his + dreams. And Robin again appeared such a silly fellow that the Sheriff saw + no need of dissembling, but said that he was ready to start at once to + look at the herd. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly they set forth, Robin in his little butcher’s cart, behind the + lean mare, and the Sheriff mounted on a horse. Out of Nottingham town, + through gates open wide, they proceeded, and took the hill road leading + through Sherwood Forest. And as they went on and plunged deeper among the + trees, Robin whistled blithely and sang snatches of tunes. + </p> + <p> + “Why are you so gay, fellow?” said the Sheriff, for, sooth to say, the + silence of the woods was making him uneasy. + </p> + <p> + “I am whistling to keep my courage up,” replied Robin. + </p> + <p> + “What is there to fear, when you have the Sheriff of Nottingham beside + you?” quoth the other pompously. + </p> + <p> + Robin scratched his head. + </p> + <p> + “They do say that Robin Hood and his men care little for the Sheriff,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “Pooh!” said the Sheriff. “I would not give <i>that</i> for their lives, + if I could once lay hands upon them.” And he snapped his fingers angrily. + “But Robin Hood himself was on this very road the last time I came to + town,” said the other. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff started at the crackling of a twig under his horse’s feet, and + looked around. + </p> + <p> + “Did you see him?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, that did I! He wanted the use of this mare and cart to drive to + Nottingham. He said he would fain turn butcher. But see!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he came to a turn in the road, and there before them stood a + herd of the King’s deer, feeding. Robin pointed to them and continued: + </p> + <p> + “There is my herd of cattle, good Master Sheriff! How do you like them? + Are they not fat and fair to see?” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff drew rein quickly. “Now fellow,” quoth he, “I would I were + well out of this forest, for I care not to see such herds as these, or + such faces as yours. Choose your own way, therefore, whoever you be, and + let me go mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” laughed Robin, seizing the Sheriff’s bridle, “I have been at too + much pains to cultivate your company to forego it now so easily. Besides I + wish you to meet some of my friends and dine with me, since you have so + lately entertained me at your board.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he clapped a horn on his lips and winded three merry notes. The + deer bounded away; and before the last of them was seen, there came a + running and a rustling, and out from behind covert and tree came full + twoscore of men, clad in Lincoln green, and bearing good yew bows in their + hands and short swords at their sides. Up they ran to Robin Hood and + doffed their caps to him respectfully, while the Sheriff sat still from + very amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome to the greenwood!” said one of the leaders, bending the knee with + mock reverence before the Sheriff. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff glared. It was Little John. + </p> + <p> + “Woe the worth, Reynold Greenleaf,” he said, “you have betrayed me!” + </p> + <p> + “I make my vow,” said Little John, “that you are to blame, master. I was + misserved of my dinner, when I was at your house. But we shall set you + down to a feast we hope you will enjoy.” + </p> + <p> + “Well spoken, Little John,” said Robin Hood. “Take you his bridle and let + us do honor to the guest who has come to feast with us.” + </p> + <p> + Then turning abruptly the whole company plunged into the heart of the + forest. + </p> + <p> + After twisting and turning till the Sheriff’s bewildered head sat dizzily + upon his shoulders, the greenwood men passed through a narrow alley amid + the trees which led to a goodly open space flanked by wide-spreading oaks. + Under the largest of these a pleasant fire was crackling, and near it two + fine harts lay ready for cooking. Around the blaze were gathered another + company of yeomen quite as large as that which came with Robin Hood. Up + sprang they as the latter advanced and saluted their leader with + deference, but with hearty gladness to see him back again. + </p> + <p> + That merry wag Will Stutely was in command; and when he saw the palefaced + Sheriff being led in like any culprit, he took his cloak and laid it + humbly upon the ground and besought the Sheriff to alight upon it, as the + ground of Sherwood was unused to such dignitaries. + </p> + <p> + “Bestir yourselves, good fellows!” cried Robin Hood; “and while our new + cook, whom I see with us, is preparing a feast worthy of our high guest, + let us have a few games to do him honor!” + </p> + <p> + Then while the whole glade was filled with the savory smell of roasting + venison and fat capons, and brown pasties warmed beside the blaze, and + mulled wine sent forth a cordial fragrance, Robin Hood placed the Sheriff + upon a knoll beneath the largest oak and sat himself down by him. + </p> + <p> + First stepped forward several pairs of men armed with the quarter-staff, + the widow’s sons among them, and so skilfully did they thrust and parry + and beat down guards, that the Sheriff, who loved a good game as well as + any man, clapped his hands, forgetting where he was, and shouted, “Well + struck! well struck! Never have I seen such blows at all the Fairs of + Nottingham!” + </p> + <p> + Then the best archers of the band set up a small wand at eightscore paces + distant, and thereon they affixed a wreath of green. And the archers began + to shoot; and he who shot not through the garland without disturbing its + leaves and tendrils was fain to submit to a good sound buffet from Little + John. But right cunning was the shooting, for the men had spent a certain + time in daily practice, and many were the shafts which sped daintily + through the circle. Nathless now and again some luckless fellow would + shoot awry and would be sent winding from a long arm blow from the tall + lieutenant while the glade roared with laughter. And none more hearty a + guffaw was given than came from the Sheriff’s own throat, for the spirit + of the greenwood was upon him. + </p> + <p> + But presently his high mood was dashed. The company sat down to meat, and + the guest was treated to two more disturbing surprise. The cook came + forward to serve the food, when the Sheriff beheld in him his own former + servant, and one whom he supposed was at the moment in the scullery at + Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + Much the miller’s son grinned by way of answer to the Sheriff’s amazement, + and served the plates, and placed them before the party. Then did the + Sheriff gasp and fairly choke with rage. The service was his own + silverware from the Mansion House! + </p> + <p> + “You rascals! you rogues!” he spluttered. “Was it not enough to defraud me + out of three of my servants, that you must also rob me of my best silver + service? Nay, by my life, but I will not touch your food!” + </p> + <p> + But Robin Hood bade him pause. + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy!” quoth he, “servants come and go, in merry England, and so does + service. The platters are but used to do your worship honor. And as for + your life, it is forfeit to your eagerness to buy my herd of cattle so + cheaply. Now sit you down again and make good cheer, Sheriff, for charity! + And for the love of Little John your life is granted you!” + </p> + <p> + So the Sheriff sat him down again, with the best face he could assume, and + soon the cook’s viands were disappearing down his gullet as rapidly as the + next man’s. And they feasted royally and clinked each other’s cups until + the sun had ceased to print the pattern of the leaves upon the forest + carpet. + </p> + <p> + Then the Sheriff arose and said: “I thank you, Robin Hood, one-time + butcher, and you, Little John, one-time beggar, and you, Much, one-time + cook, and all you good men who have entertained me in Sherwood so well. + Promises I make not as to how I shall requite you when next you come to + Nottingham, for I am in the King’s service. So for the present the score + rests with you. But the shadows grow long and I must away, if you will be + pleased to pilot me to the road.” + </p> + <p> + Then Robin Hood and all his men arose and drank the Sheriff’s health, and + Robin said: “If you must needs go at once we will not detain you—except + that you have forgotten two things.” + </p> + <p> + “What may they be?” asked the Sheriff, while his heart sank within him. + </p> + <p> + “You forget that you came with me to-day to buy a herd of horned beasts; + likewise that he who dines at the Greenwood Inn must pay the landlord.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff fidgeted like a small boy who has forgotten his lesson. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I have but a small sum with me,” he began apologetically. + </p> + <p> + “What is that sum, gossip?” questioned Little John, “for my own wage + should also come out of it!” + </p> + <p> + “And mine!” said Much. + </p> + <p> + “And mine!” smiled Robin. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff caught his breath. “By my troth, are all these silver dishes + worth anything?” + </p> + <p> + The outlaws roared heartily at this. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you what it is, worship,” said Robin, “we three rascally + servants will compound our back wages for those plates. And we will keep + the herd of cattle free for our own use—and the King’s. But this + little tavern bill should be settled! Now, what sum have you about you?” + </p> + <p> + “I have only those twenty pieces of gold, and twenty others,” said the + Sheriff: and well it was that he told the truth for once, for Robin said: + </p> + <p> + “Count it, Little John.” + </p> + <p> + Little John turned the Sheriff’s wallet inside out. “‘Tis true enough,” he + said. + </p> + <p> + “Then you shall pay no more than twenty pieces for your entertainment, + excellence,” decreed Robin. “Speak I soothly, men of greenwood?” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” echoed the others. + </p> + <p> + “The Sheriff should swear by his patron saint that he will not molest us,” + said Will Stutely; and his addition was carried unanimously. + </p> + <p> + “So be it, then,” cried Little John, approaching the sheriff. “Now swear + by your life and your patron saint—” + </p> + <p> + “I will swear it by St. George, who is patron of us all,” said the Sheriff + vigorously, “that I will never disturb or distress the outlaws in + Sherwood.” + </p> + <p> + “But let me catch any of you <i>out</i> of Sherwood!” thought he to + himself. + </p> + <p> + Then the twenty pieces of gold were paid over, and the Sheriff once more + prepared to depart. + </p> + <p> + “Never had we so worshipful a guest before,” said Robin; “and as the new + moon is beginning to silver the leaves, I shall bear you company myself + for part of the way. ‘Twas I who brought you into the wood.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I protest against your going needlessly far,” said Sheriff. + </p> + <p> + “But I protest that I am loath to lose your company,” replied Robin. “The + next time I may not be so pleased.” + </p> + <p> + And he took the Sheriff’s horse by the bridle rein, and led him through + the lane and by many a thicket till the main road was reached. + </p> + <p> + “Now fare you well, good Sheriff,” he said, “and when next you think to + despoil a poor prodigal, remember the herd you would have bought over + against Gamewell. And when next you employ a servant, make certain that he + is not employing you.” + </p> + <p> + So saying he smote the nag’s haunch, and off went the Sheriff upon the + road to Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + And that is how—you will find from many ballads that came to be sung + at the Sheriff’s expense, and which are known even to the present day—that, + I say, is how the Sheriff lost three good servants and found them again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD MET WILL SCARLET + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The youngster was clothed in scarlet red + In scarlet fine and gay; + And he did frisk it o’er the plain, + And chanted a roundelay. +</pre> + <p> + One fine morning, soon after the proud Sheriff had been brought to grief, + Robin Hood and Little John went strolling down a path through the wood. It + was not far from the foot—bridge where they had fought their + memorable battle; and by common impulse they directed their steps to the + brook to quench their thirst and rest them in the cool bushes. The morning + gave promise of a hot day. The road even by the brook was dusty. So the + cooling stream was very pleasing and grateful to their senses. + </p> + <p> + On each side of them, beyond the dusty highway, stretched out broad fields + of tender young corn. On the yon side of the fields uprose the sturdy oaks + and beeches and ashes of the forest; while at their feet modest violets + peeped out shyly and greeted the loiterers with an odor which made the + heart glad. Over on the far side of the brook in a tiny bay floated three + lily-pads; and from amid some clover blossoms on the bank an industrious + bee rose with the hum of busy contentment. It was a day so brimful of + quiet joy that the two friends lay flat on their backs gazing up at the + scurrying clouds, and neither caring to break the silence. + </p> + <p> + Presently they heard some one coming up the road whistling gaily, as + though he owned the whole world and ‘twas but made to whistle in. Anon he + chanted a roundelay with a merry note. + </p> + <p> + “By my troth, a gay bird!” quoth Robin, raising up on his elbow. “Let us + lie still, and trust that his purse is not as light as his heart.” + </p> + <p> + So they lay still, and in a minute more up came a smart stranger dressed + in scarlet and silk and wearing a jaunty hat with a curling cock feather + in it. His whole costume was of scarlet, from the feather to the silk + hosen on his legs. A goodly sword hung at his side, its scabbard all + embossed with tilting knights and weeping ladies. His hair was long and + yellow and hung clustering about his shoulders, for all the world like a + schoolgirl’s; and he bore himself with as mincing a gait as the pertest of + them. + </p> + <p> + Little John clucked his teeth drolly at this sight. “By my troth, a gay + bird!” he said echoing the other’s words—then added, “But not so bad + a build for all his prettiness. Look you, those calves and thighs are well + rounded and straight. The arms, for all that gold-wrought cloak, hang + stoutly from full shoulders. I warrant you the fop can use his dainty + sword right well on occasion.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” retorted Robin, “he is naught but a ladies’ man from court. My + long-bow ‘gainst a plugged shilling that he would run and bellow lustily + at sight of a quarter-staff. Stay you behind this bush and I will soon get + some rare sport out of him. Belike his silk purse may contain more pennies + than the law allows to one man in Sherwood or Barnesdale.” + </p> + <p> + So saying Robin Hood stepped forth briskly from the covert and planted + himself in the way of the scarlet stranger. The latter had walked so + slowly that he was scarce come to their resting-place; and now on + beholding Robin he neither slackened nor quickened his pace but sauntered + idly straight ahead, looking to the right and to the left, with the finest + air in the world, but never once at Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Hold!” quoth the outlaw. “What mean ye by running thus over a wayfarer, + rough shod?” + </p> + <p> + “Wherefore should I hold, good fellow?” said the stranger in a smooth + voice, and looking at Robin for the first time. + </p> + <p> + “Because I bid you to,” replied Robin. + </p> + <p> + “And who may you be?” asked the other as coolly as you please. + </p> + <p> + “What my name is matters not,” said Robin; “but know that I am a public + tax-gatherer and equalizer of shillings. If your purse have more than a + just number of shillings or pence, I must e’en lighten it somewhat; for + there are many worthy people round about these borders who have less than + the just amount. Wherefore, sweet gentleman, I pray you hand over your + purse without more ado, that I may judge of its weight in proper fashion.” + </p> + <p> + The other smiled as sweetly as though a lady were paying him a compliment. + </p> + <p> + “You are a droll fellow,” he said calmly. “Your speech amuses me mightily. + Pray continue, if you have not done, for I am in no hurry this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I have said all with my tongue that is needful,” retorted Robin, + beginning to grow red under the collar. “Nathless, I have other arguments + which may not be so pleasing to your dainty skin. Prithee, stand and + deliver. I promise to deal fairly with the purse.” + </p> + <p> + “Alack-a-day!” said the stranger with a little shrug of his shoulders; “I + am deeply sorrowful that I cannot show my purse to every rough lout that + asks to see it. But I really could not, as I have further need of it + myself and every farthing it contains. Wherefore, pray stand aside.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay that will I not! and ‘twill go the harder with you if you do not + yield at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Good fellow,” said the other gently, “have I not heard all your speech + with patience? Now that is all I promised to do. My conscience is salved + and I must go on my way. To-rol-o-rol-e-loo!” he caroled, making as though + to depart. + </p> + <p> + “Hold, I say!” quoth Robin hotly; for he knew how Little John must be + chuckling at this from behind the bushes. “Hold I say, else I shall have + to bloody those fair locks of yours!” And he swung his quarter-staff + threateningly. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” moaned the stranger shaking his head. “The pity of it all! Now I + shall have to run this fellow through with my sword! And I hoped to be a + peaceable man henceforth!” And sighing deeply he drew his shining blade + and stood on guard. + </p> + <p> + “Put by your weapon,” said Robin. “It is too pretty a piece of steel to + get cracked with common oak cudgel; and that is what would happen on the + first pass I made at you. Get you a stick like mine out of yon + undergrowth, and we will fight fairly, man to man.” + </p> + <p> + The stranger thought a moment with his usual slowness, and eyed Robin from + head to foot. Then he unbuckled his scabbard, laid it and the sword aside, + and walked deliberately over to the oak thicket. Choosing from among the + shoots and saplings he found a stout little tree to his liking, when he + laid hold of it, without stopping to cut it, and gave a tug. Up it came + root and all, as though it were a stalk of corn, and the stranger walked + back trimming it as quietly as though pulling up trees were the easiest + thing in the world. + </p> + <p> + Little John from his hiding-place saw the feat, and could hardly restrain + a long whistle. “By our Lady!” he muttered to himself, “I would not be in + Master Robin’s boots!” + </p> + <p> + Whatever Robin thought upon seeing the stranger’s strength, he uttered not + a word and budged not an inch. He only put his oak staff at parry as the + other took his stand. + </p> + <p> + There was a threefold surprise that day, by the brookside. The stranger + and Robin and Little John in the bushes all found a combat that upset all + reckoning. The stranger for all his easy strength and cool nerve found an + antagonist who met his blows with the skill of a woodman. Robin found the + stranger as hard to hit as though fenced in by an oak hedge. While Little + John rolled over and over in silent joy. + </p> + <p> + Back and forth swayed the fighters, their cudgels pounding this way and + that, knocking off splinters and bark, and threatening direst damage to + bone and muscle and skin. Back and forth they pranced kicking up a cloud + of dust and gasping for fresh air. From a little way off you would have + vowed that these two men were trying to put out a fire, so thickly hung + the cloud of battle over them. Thrice did Robin smite the scarlet man—with + such blows that a less stout fellow must have bowled over. Only twice did + the scarlet man smite Robin, but the second blow was like to finish him. + The first had been delivered over the knuckles, and though ‘twas a + glancing stroke it well nigh broke Robin’s fingers, so that he could not + easily raise his staff again. And while he was dancing about in pain and + muttering a dust-covered oath, the other’s staff came swinging through the + cloud at one side—zip!—and struck him under the arm. Down went + Robin as though he were a nine-pin—flat down into the dust of the + road. But despite the pain he was bounding up again like an India rubber + man to renew the attack, when Little John interfered. + </p> + <p> + “Hold!” said he, bursting out of the bushes and seizing the stranger’s + weapon. “Hold, I say!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” retorted the stranger quietly, “I was not offering to smite him + while he was down. But if there be a whole nest of you hatching here by + the waterside, cluck out the other chicks and I’ll make shift to fight + them all.” + </p> + <p> + “Not for all the deer in Sherwood!” cried Robin. “You are a good fellow + and a gentleman. I’ll fight no more with you, for verily I feel sore in + wrist and body. Nor shall any of mine molest you henceforth.” + </p> + <p> + Sooth to say, Robin did not look in good fighting trim. His clothes were + coated with dirt, one of his hosen had slipped halfway down from his knee, + the sleeve of his jerkin was split, and his face was streaked with sweat + and dirt. Little John eyed him drolly. + </p> + <p> + “How now, good master,” quoth he, “the sport you were to kick up has left + you in sorry plight. Let me dust your coat for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, it has been dusted enough already,” replied Robin; “and I now + believe the Scripture saying that all men are but dust, for it has sifted + me through and through and lined my gullet an inch deep. By your leave”—and + he went to the brookside and drank deep and laved his face and hands. + </p> + <p> + All this while the stranger had been eyeing Robin attentively and + listening to his voice as though striving to recall it. + </p> + <p> + “If I mistake not,” he said slowly at last, “you are that famous outlaw, + Robin Hood of Barnesdale.” + </p> + <p> + “You say right,” replied Robin; “but my fame has been tumbling sadly about + in the dust to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Now why did I not know you at once?” continued the stranger. “This battle + need not have happened, for I came abroad to find you to-day, and thought + to have remembered your face and speech. Know you not me, Rob, my lad? + Hast ever been to Gamewell Lodge?” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! Will Gamewell! my dear old chum, Will Gamewell!” shouted Robin, + throwing his arms about the other in sheer affection. “What an ass I was + not to recognize you! But it has been years since we parted, and your + gentle schooling has polished you off mightily.” + </p> + <p> + Will embraced his cousin no less heartily. + </p> + <p> + “We are quits on not knowing kinsmen,” he said, “for you have changed and + strengthened much from the stripling with whom I used to run foot races in + old Sherwood.” + </p> + <p> + “But why seek you me?” asked Robin. “You know I am an outlaw and dangerous + company. And how left you mine uncle? and have you heard aught of late of—of + Maid Marian?” + </p> + <p> + “Your last question first,” answered Will, laughing, “for I perceive that + it lies nearest your heart. I saw Maid Marian not many weeks after the + great shooting at Nottingham, when you won her the golden arrow. She + prizes the bauble among her dearest possessions, though it has made her an + enemy in the Sheriff’s proud daughter. Maid Marian bade me tell you, if I + ever saw you, that she must return to Queen Eleanor’s court, but she could + never forget the happy days in the greenwood. As for the old Squire, he is + still hale and hearty, though rheumatic withal. He speaks of you as a sad + young dog, but for all that is secretly proud of your skill at the bow and + of the way you are pestering the Sheriff, whom he likes not. ‘Twas for my + father’s sake that I am now in the open, an outlaw like yourself. He has + had a steward, a surly fellow enough, who, while I was away at school, + boot-licked his way to favor until he lorded it over the whole house. Then + he grew right saucy and impudent, but my father minded it not, deeming the + fellow indispensable in managing the estate. But when I came back it irked + me sorely to see the fellow strut about as though he owned the place. He + was sly enough with me at first, and would brow-beat the Squire only while + I was out of earshot. It chanced one day, however, that I heard loud + voices through an open window and paused to hearken. That vile servant + called my father ‘a meddling old fool,’ ‘Fool and meddler art thou + thyself, varlet,’ I shouted, springing through the window, ‘<i>that</i> + for thy impudence!’ and in my heat I smote him a blow mightier than I + intended, for I have some strength in mine arm. The fellow rolled over and + never breathed afterwards, I think I broke his neck or something the like. + Then I knew that the Sheriff would use this as a pretext to hound my + father, if I tarried. So I bade the Squire farewell and told him I would + seek you in Sherwood.” + </p> + <p> + “Now by my halidom!” said Robin Hood; “for a man escaping the law, you + took it about as coolly as one could wish. To see you come tripping along + decked out in all your gay plumage and trolling forth a roundelay, one + would think you had not a care in all the world. Indeed I remarked to + Little John here that I hoped your purse was not as light as your heart.” + </p> + <p> + “Belike you meant <i>head</i>,” laughed Will; “and is this Little John the + Great? Shake hands with me, an you will, and promise me to cross a staff + with me in friendly bout some day in the forest!” + </p> + <p> + “That will I!” quoth Little John heartily. “Here’s my hand on it. What is + your last name again, say you?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis to be changed,” interposed Robin; “then shall the men armed with + warrants go hang for all of us. Let me bethink myself. Ah!—I have + it! In scarlet he came to us, and that shall be his name henceforth. + Welcome to the greenwood, Will Scarlet!” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, welcome, Will Scarlet!” said Little John; and they all clasped hands + again and swore to be true each to the other and to Robin Hood’s men in + Sherwood Forest. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD MET FRIAR TUCK + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The friar took Robin Hood on his back, + Deep water he did bestride, + And spake neither good word nor bad, + Till he came at the other side. +</pre> + <p> + In summer time when leaves grow green, and flowers are fresh and gay, + Robin Hood and his merry men were all disposed to play. Thus runs a quaint + old ballad which begins the next adventure. Then some would leap and some + would run and some try archery and some ply the quarter-staff and some + fall to with the good broad sword. Some again would try a round at buffet + and fisticuff; and thus by every variety of sport and exercise they + perfected themselves in skill and made the band and its prowess well known + throughout all England. + </p> + <p> + It had been a custom of Robin Hood’s to pick out the best men in all the + countryside. Whenever he heard of one more than usually skilled in any + feat of arms he would seek the man and test him in personal encounter—which + did not always end happily for Robin. And when he had found a man to his + liking he offered him service with the bold fellows of Sherwood Forest. + </p> + <p> + Thus it came about that one day after a practice at shooting, in which + Little John struck down a hart at five hundred feet distance, Robin Hood + was fain to boast. + </p> + <p> + “God’s blessing on your heart!” he cried, clapping the burly fellow on the + shoulder; “I would travel an hundred miles to find one who could match + you!” + </p> + <p> + At this Will Scarlet laughed full roundly. + </p> + <p> + “There lives a curtall friar in Fountain’s Abbey—Tuck, by name—who + can beat both him and you,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Robin pricked up his ears at this free speech. + </p> + <p> + “By our Lady,” he said, “I’ll neither eat nor drink till I see this same + friar.” + </p> + <p> + And with his usual impetuosity he at once set about arming himself for the + adventure. On his head he placed a cap of steel. Underneath his Lincoln + green he wore a coat of chain metal. Then with sword and buckler girded at + his side he made a goodly show. But he also took with him his stout yew + bow and a sheaf of chosen arrows. + </p> + <p> + So he set forth upon his way with blithe heart; for it was a day when the + whole face of the earth seemed glad and rejoicing in pulsing life. + Steadily he pressed forward by winding ways till he came to a green broad + pasture land at whose edge flowed a stream dipping in and out among the + willows and rushes on the banks. A pleasant stream it was, but it flowed + calmly as though of some depth in the middle. Robin did not fancy getting + his feet wet, or his fine suit of mail rusted, so he paused on the hither + bank to rest and take his bearings. + </p> + <p> + As he sat down quietly under the shade of a drooping willow he heard + snatches of a jovial song floating to him from the farther side; then came + a sound of two men’s voices arguing. One was upholding the merits of hasty + pudding and the other stood out stoutly for meat pie, “especially”—quoth + this one—“when flavored with young onions!” + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy!” muttered Robin to himself, “that is a tantalizing speech to a + hungry man! But, odds bodikins! did ever two men talk more alike than + those two fellows yonder!” + </p> + <p> + In truth Robin could well marvel at the speech, for the voices were + curiously alike. + </p> + <p> + Presently the willows parted on the other bank, and Robin could hardly + forebear laughing out right. His mystery was explained. It was not two men + who had done all this singing and talking, but one—and that one a + stout curtall friar who wore a long cloak over his portly frame, tied with + a cord in the middle. On his head was a knight’s helmet, and in his hand + was a no more warlike weapon than a huge pasty pie, with which he sat down + by the water’s edge. His twofold argument was finished. The meat pie had + triumphed; and no wonder! for it was the present witness, soon to give its + own testimony. + </p> + <p> + But first the friar took off his helmet to cool his head, and a droll + picture he made. His head was as round as an apple, and eke as smooth in + spots. A fringe of close curling black hair grew round the base of his + skull, but his crown was bare and shiny as an egg. His cheeks also were + smooth and red and shiny; and his little gray eyes danced about with the + funniest air imaginable. You would not have blamed Robin Hood for wanting + to laugh, had you heard this serious two-faced talk and then seen this + jovial one-faced man. Good humor and fat living stood out all over him; + yet for all that he looked stout enough and able to take care of himself + with any man. His short neck was thick like that of a Berkshire bull; his + shoulders were set far back, and his arms sprouted therefrom like two oak + limbs. As he sat him down, the cloak fell apart disclosing a sword and + buckler as stout as Robin’s own. + </p> + <p> + Nathless, Robin was not dismayed at sight of the weapons. Instead, his + heart fell within him when he saw the meat pie which was now in fair way + to be devoured before his very eyes; for the friar lost no time in + thrusting one hand deep into the pie, while he crossed himself with the + other. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Robin seized his bow and fitted a shaft. + </p> + <p> + “Hey, friar!” he sang out, “carry me over the water, or else I cannot + answer for your safety.” + </p> + <p> + The other started at the unexpected greeting, and laid his hand upon his + sword. Then he looked up and beheld Robin’s arrow pointing full upon him. + </p> + <p> + “Put down your bow, fellow,” he shouted back, “and I will bring you over + the brook. ‘Tis our duty in life to help each other, and your keen shaft + shows me that you are a man worthy of some attention.” So the friar knight + got him up gravely, though his eyes twinkled with a cunning light, and + laid aside his beloved pie and his cloak and his sword and his buckler, + and waded across the stream with waddling dignity. Then he took Robin Hood + upon his back and spoke neither good word nor bad till he came to the + other side. + </p> + <p> + Lightly leaped Robin off his back, and said, “I am much beholden to you, + good father.” + </p> + <p> + “Beholden, say you!” rejoined the other drawing his sword; “then by my + faith you shall e’en repay your score. Now mine own affairs, which are of + a spiritual kind and much more important than yours which are carnal, lie + on the other side of this stream. I see that you are a likely man and one, + moreover, who would not refuse to serve the church. I must therefore pray + of you that whatsoever I have done unto you, you will do also unto me. In + short, my son, you must e’en carry me back again.” + </p> + <p> + Courteously enough was this said; but so suddenly had the friar drawn his + sword that Robin had no time to unsling his bow from his back, whither he + had placed it to avoid getting it wet, or to unfasten his scabbard. So he + was fain to temporize. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, good father, but I shall get my feet wet,” he commenced. + </p> + <p> + “Are your feet any better than mine?” retorted the other. “I fear me now + that I have already wetted myself so sadly as to lay in a store of + rheumatic pains by way of penance.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so strong as you,” continued Robin; “that helmet and sword and + buckler would be my undoing on the uncertain footing amidstream, to say + nothing of your holy flesh and bones.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will lighten up, somewhat,” replied the other calmly. “Promise to + carry me across and I will lay aside my war gear.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed,” said Robin; and the friar thereupon stripped himself; and Robin + bent his stout back and took him up even as he had promised. + </p> + <p> + Now the stones at the bottom of the stream were round and slippery, and + the current swept along strongly, waist-deep, in the middle. More-over + Robin had a heavier load than the other had borne, nor did he know the + ford. So he went stumbling along now stepping into a deep hole, now + stumbling over a boulder in a manner that threatened to unseat his rider + or plunge them both clear under current. But the fat friar hung on and dug + his heels into his steed’s ribs in as gallant manner as if he were riding + in a tournament; while as for poor Robin the sweat ran down him in + torrents and he gasped like the winded horse he was. But at last he + managed to stagger out on the bank and deposit his unwieldy load. + </p> + <p> + No sooner had he set the friar down than he seized his own sword. + </p> + <p> + “Now, holy friar,” quoth he, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow, + “what say the Scriptures that you quote so glibly?—Be not weary of + well doing. You must carry me back again or I swear that I will make a + cheese-cloth out of your jacket!” + </p> + <p> + The friar’s gray eyes once more twinkled with a cunning gleam that boded + no good to Robin; but his voice was as calm and courteous as ever. + </p> + <p> + “Your wits are keen, my son,” he said; “and I see that the waters of the + stream have not quenched your spirit. Once more will I bend my back to the + oppressor and carry the weight of the haughty.” + </p> + <p> + So Robin mounted again in high glee, and carried his sword in his hand, + and went prepared to tarry upon the other side. But while he was + bethinking himself what great words to use, when he should arrive thither, + he felt himself slipping from the friar’s broad back. He clutched + frantically to save himself but had too round a surface to grasp, besides + being hampered by his weapon. So down went he with a loud splash into the + middle of the stream, where the crafty friar had conveyed him. + </p> + <p> + “There!” quoth the holy man; “choose you, choose you, my fine fellow, + whether you will sink or swim!” And he gained his own bank without more + ado, while Robin thrashed and spluttered about until he made shift to + grasp a willow wand and thus haul himself ashore on the other side. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin’s rage waxed furious, despite his wetting, and he took his bow + and his arrows and let fly one shaft after another at the worthy friar. + But they rattled harmlessly off his steel buckler, while he laughed and + minded them no more than if they had been hail-stones. + </p> + <p> + “Shoot on, shoot on, good fellow,” he sang out; “shoot as you have begun; + if you shoot here a summer’s day, your mark I will not shun!” + </p> + <p> + So Robin shot, and passing well, till all his arrows were gone, when from + very rage he began to revile him. + </p> + <p> + “You bloody villain!” shouted he, “You psalm-singing hypocrite! You + reviler of good hasty pudding! Come but within reach of my sword arm, and, + friar or no friar, I’ll shave your tonsure closer than ever bald-pated + monk was shaven before!” + </p> + <p> + “Soft you and fair!” said the friar unconcernedly; “hard words are cheap, + and you may need your wind presently. An you would like a bout with + swords, meet me halfway i’ the stream.” + </p> + <p> + And with this speech the friar waded into the brook, sword in hand, where + he was met halfway by the impetuous outlaw. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon began a fierce and mighty battle. Up and down, in and out, back + and forth they fought. The swords flashed in the rays of the declining sun + and then met with a clash that would have shivered less sturdy weapons or + disarmed less sturdy wielders. Many a smart blow was landed, but each + perceived that the other wore an undercoat of linked mail which might not + be pierced. Nathless, their ribs ached at the force of the blows. Once and + again they paused by mutual consent and caught breath and looked hard each + at the other; for never had either met so stout a fellow. + </p> + <p> + Finally in a furious onset of lunge and parry Robin’s foot stepped on a + rolling stone, and he went down upon his knees. But his antagonist would + not take this advantage: he paused until Robin should get upon his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Now by our Lady!” cried the outlaw, using his favorite oath, “you are the + fairest swordsman that I have met in many a long day. I would beg a boon + of you.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” said the other. + </p> + <p> + “Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth and blow three blasts thereon.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I do,” said the curtall friar, “blow till your breath fails, an + it please you.” + </p> + <p> + Then, says the old ballad, Robin Hood set his horn to mouth and blew + mighty blasts; and half a hundred yeomen, bows bent, came raking over the + lee. + </p> + <p> + “Whose men are these,” said the friar, “that come so hastily?” + </p> + <p> + “These men are mine,” said Robin Hood, feeling that his time to laugh was + come at last. + </p> + <p> + Then said the friar in his turn, “A boon, a boon, the like I gave to you. + Give me leave to set my fist to my mouth and whistle three blasts + thereon.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I do,” said Robin, “or else I were lacking in courtesy.” + </p> + <p> + The friar set his fist to his mouth and put the horn to shame by the + piercing whistles he blew; whereupon half a hundred great dogs came + running and jumping so swiftly that they had reached their bank as soon as + Robin Hood’s men had reached his side. + </p> + <p> + Then followed a rare foolish conflict. Stutely, Much, Little John and the + other outlaws began sending their arrows whizzing toward the opposite + bank; but the dogs, which were taught of the friar, dodged the missiles + cleverly and ran and fetched them back again, just as the dogs of to-day + catch sticks. + </p> + <p> + “I have never seen the like of this in my days!” cried Little John, + amazed. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis rank sorcery and witchcraft.” + </p> + <p> + “Take off your dogs, Friar Tuck!” shouted Will Scarlet, who had but then + run up, and who now stood laughing heartily at the scene. + </p> + <p> + “Friar Tuck!” exclaimed Robin, astounded. “Are you Friar Tuck? Then am I + your friend, for you are he I came to seek.” + </p> + <p> + “I am but a poor anchorite, a curtall friar,” said the other, whistling to + his pack, “by name Friar Tuck of Fountain’s Dale. For seven years have I + tended the Abbey here, preached o’ Sundays, and married and christened and + buried folk—and fought too, if need were; and if it smacks not too + much of boasting, I have not yet met the knight or trooper or yeoman that + I would yield before. But yours is a stout blade. I would fain know you.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis Robin Hood, the outlaw, who has been assisting you at this + christening,” said Will Scarlet glancing roguishly at the two opponents’ + dripping garments. And at this sally the whole bad burst into a shout of + laughter, in which Robin and Friar Tuck joined. + </p> + <p> + “Robin Hood!” cried the good friar presently, holding his sides; “are you + indeed that famous yeoman? Then I like you well; and had I known you + earlier, would have both carried you across and shared my pasty pie with + you.” + </p> + <p> + “To speak soothly,” replied Robin gaily, “‘twas that same pie that led me + to be rude. Now, therefore, bring it and your dogs and repair with us to + the greenwood. We have need of you—with this message came I to-day + to seek you. We will build you a hermitage in Sherwood Forest, and you + shall keep us from evil ways. Will you not join our band?” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, that will I!” cried Friar Tuck jovially. “Once more will I cross + this much beforded stream, and go with you to the good greenwood!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ALLAN-A-DALE’S WOOING WAS PROSPERED + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “What is thy name?” then said Robin Hood, + “Come tell me, without any fail!” + “By the faith o’ my body,” then said the young man, + “My name it is Allan-a-Dale.” + </pre> + <p> + Friar Tuck and Much the miller’s son soon became right good friends over + the steaming stew they jointly prepared for the merry men that evening. + Tuck was mightily pleased when he found a man in the forest who could make + pasties and who had cooked for no less person than the High Sheriff + himself. While Much marveled at the friar’s knowledge of herbs and simples + and woodland things which savored a stew greatly. So they gabbled together + like two old gossips and, between them, made such a tasty mess that Robin + Hood and his stout followers were like never to leave off eating. And the + friar said grace too, with great unction, over the food; and Robin said + Amen! and that henceforth they were always to have mass of Sundays. + </p> + <p> + So Robin walked forth into the wood that evening with his stomach full and + his heart, therefore, in great contentment and love for other men. He did + not stop the first passer-by, as his manner often was, and desire a fight. + Instead, he stepped behind a tree, when he heard a man’s voice in song, + and waited to behold the singer. Perhaps he remembered, also, the merry + chanting of Will Scarlet, and how he had tried to give it pause a few days + before. + </p> + <p> + Like Will, this fellow was clad in scarlet, though he did not look quite + as fine a gentleman. Nathless, he was a sturdy yeoman of honest face and a + voice far sweeter than Will’s. He seemed to be a strolling minstrel, for + he bore a harp in his hand, which he thrummed, while his lusty tenor voice + rang out with— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Hey down, and a down, and a down! + I’ve a lassie back i’ the town; + Come day, come night, Come dark or light, + She will wed me, back i’ the town!” + </pre> + <p> + Robin let the singer pass, caroling on his way. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis not in me to disturb a light-hearted lover, this night,” he + muttered, a memory of Marian coming back to him. “Pray heaven she may be + true to him and the wedding be a gay one ‘back i’ the town!”’ + </p> + <p> + So Robin went back to his camp, where he told of the minstrel. + </p> + <p> + “If any of ye set on him after this,” quoth he in ending, “bring him to + me, for I would have speech with him.” + </p> + <p> + The very next day his wish was gratified. Little John and Much the + miller’s son were out together on a foraging expedition when they espied + the same young man; at least, they thought it must be he, for he was clad + in scarlet and carried a harp in his hand. But now he came drooping along + the way; his scarlet was all in tatters; and at every step he fetched a + sigh, “Alack and a well-a-day!” + </p> + <p> + Then stepped forth Little John and Much the miller’s son. + </p> + <p> + “Ho! do not wet the earth with your weeping,” said Little John, “else we + shall all have lumbago.” + </p> + <p> + No sooner did the young man catch sight of them than he bent his bow, and + held an arrow back to his ear. + </p> + <p> + “Stand off! stand off!” he said; “what is your will with me?” + </p> + <p> + “Put by your weapon,” said Much, “we will not harm you. But you must come + before our master straight, under yon greenwood tree.” + </p> + <p> + So the minstrel put by his bow and suffered himself to be led before Robin + Hood. + </p> + <p> + “How now!” quoth Robin, when he beheld his sorry countenance, “are you not + he whom I heard no longer ago than yesternight caroling so blithely about + ‘a lassie back i’ the town’?” + </p> + <p> + “The same in body, good sir,” replied the other sadly; “but my spirit is + grievously changed.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me your tale,” said Robin courteously. “Belike I can help you.” + </p> + <p> + “That can no man on earth, I fear,” said the stranger; “nathless, I’ll + tell you the tale. Yesterday I stood pledged to a maid, and thought soon + to wed her. But she has been taken from me and is to become an old + knight’s bride this very day; and as for me, I care not what ending comes + to my days, or how soon, without her.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, come up!” said Robin; “how got the old knight so sudden vantage?” + </p> + <p> + “Look you, worship, ‘tis this way. The Normans overrun us, and are in such + great favor that none may say them nay. This old returned Crusader coveted + the land whereon my lady dwells. The estate is not large, but all in her + own right; whereupon her brother says she shall wed a title, and he and + the old knight have fixed it up for to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but surely—” began Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Hear me out, worship,” said the other. “Belike you think me a sorry dog + not to make fight of this. But the old knight, look you, is not + come-at-able. I threw one of his varlets into a thorn hedge, and another + into a water-butt, and a third landed head-first into a ditch. But I + couldn’t do any fighting at all.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a pity!” quoth Little John gravely. He had been sitting cross-legged + listening to this tale of woe. “What think you, Friar Tuck, doth not a bit + of fighting ease a man’s mind?” + </p> + <p> + “Blood-letting is ofttimes recommended of the leeches,” replied Tuck. + </p> + <p> + “Does the maid love you?” asked Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + “By our troth, she loved me right well,” said the minstrel. “I have a + little ring of hers by me which I have kept for seven long years.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your name?” then said Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + “By the faith of my body,” replied the young man, “my name is + Allan-a-Dale.” + </p> + <p> + “What will you give me, Allan-a-Dale,” said Robin Hood, “in ready gold or + fee, to help you to your true love again, and deliver her back unto you?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no money, save only five shillings,” quoth Allan; “but—are + you not Robin Hood?” + </p> + <p> + Robin nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Then you, if any one, can aid me!” said Allan-a-Dale eagerly. “And if you + give me back my love, I swear upon the Book that I will be your true + servant forever after.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is this wedding to take place, and when?” asked Robin. + </p> + <p> + “At Plympton Church, scarce five miles from here; and at three o’ the + afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Then to Plympton we will go!” cried Robin suddenly springing into action; + and he gave out orders like a general: “Will Stutely, do you have + four-and-twenty good men over against Plympton Church ‘gainst three o’ the + afternoon. Much, good fellow, do you cook up some porridge for this youth, + for he must have a good round stomach—aye, and a better gear! Will + Scarlet, you will see to decking him out bravely for the nonce. And Friar + Tuck, hold yourself in readiness, good book in hand, at the church. Mayhap + you had best go ahead of us all.” + </p> + <p> + The fat Bishop of Hereford was full of pomp and importance that day at + Plympton Church. He was to celebrate the marriage of an old knight—a + returned Crusader—and a landed young woman; and all the gentry + thereabout were to grace the occasion with their presence. The church + itself was gaily festooned with flowers for the ceremony, while out in the + church-yard at one side brown ale flowed freely for all the servitors. + </p> + <p> + Already were the guests beginning to assemble, when the Bishop, back in + the vestry, saw a minstrel clad in green walk up boldly to the door and + peer within. It was Robin Hood, who had borrowed Allan’s be-ribboned harp + for the time. + </p> + <p> + “Now who are you, fellow?” quoth the Bishop, “and what do you here at the + church-door with you harp and saucy air?” + </p> + <p> + “May it please your Reverence,” returned Robin bowing very humbly, “I am + but a strolling harper, yet likened the best in the whole North Countree. + And I had hope that my thrumming might add zest to the wedding to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “What tune can you harp?” demanded the Bishop. + </p> + <p> + “I can harp a tune so merry that a forlorn lover will forget he is + jilted,” said Robin. “I can harp another tune that will make a bride + forsake her lord at the altar. I can harp another tune that will bring + loving souls together though they were up hill and down dale five good + miles away from each other.” + </p> + <p> + “Then welcome, good minstrel,” said the Bishop, “music pleases me right + well, and if you can play up to your prattle, ‘twill indeed grace your + ceremony. Let us have a sample of your wares.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I must not put finger to string until the bride and groom have come. + Such a thing would ill fortune both us and them.” + </p> + <p> + “Have it as you will,” said the Bishop, “but here comes the party now.” + </p> + <p> + Then up the lane to the church came the old knight, preceded by ten + archers liveried in scarlet and gold. A brave sight the archers made, but + their master walked slowly leaning upon a cane and shaking as though in a + palsy. + </p> + <p> + And after them came a sweet lass leaning upon her brother’s arm. Her hair + did shine like glistering gold, and her eyes were like blue violets that + peep out shyly at the sun. The color came and went in her cheeks like that + tinting of a sea-shell, and her face was flushed as though she had been + weeping. But now she walked with a proud air, as though she defied the + world to crush her spirit. She had but two maids with her, finikin lasses, + with black eyes and broad bosoms, who set off their lady’s more delicate + beauty well. One held up the bride’s gown from the ground; the other + carried flowers in plenty. + </p> + <p> + “Now by all the wedding bells that ever were rung!” quoth Robin boldly, + “this is the worst matched pair that ever mine eyes beheld!” + </p> + <p> + “Silence, miscreant!” said a man who stood near. + </p> + <p> + The Bishop had hurriedly donned his gown and now stood ready to meet the + couple at the chancel. + </p> + <p> + But Robin paid no heed to him. He let the knight and his ten archers pass + by, then he strode up to the bride, and placed himself on the other side + from her brother. + </p> + <p> + “Courage, lady!” he whispered, “there is another minstrel near, who mayhap + may play more to your liking.” + </p> + <p> + The lady glanced at him with a frightened air, but read such honesty and + kindness in his glance that she brightened and gave him a grateful look. + </p> + <p> + “Stand aside, fool!” cried the brother wrathfully. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but I am to bring good fortune to the bride by accompanying her + through the church-doors,” said Robin laughing. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon he was allowed to walk by her side unmolested, up to the chancel + with the party. + </p> + <p> + “Now strike up your music, fellow!” ordered the Bishop. + </p> + <p> + “Right gladly will I,” quoth Robin, “an you will let me choose my + instrument. For sometimes I like the harp, and other times I think the + horn makes the merriest music in all the world.” + </p> + <p> + And he drew forth his bugle from underneath his green cloak and blew three + winding notes that made the church—rafters ring again. + </p> + <p> + “Seize him!” yelled the Bishop; “there’s mischief afoot! These are the + tricks of Robin Hood!” + </p> + <p> + The ten liveried archers rushed forward from the rear of the church, where + they had been stationed. But their rush was blocked by the onlookers who + now rose from their pews in alarm and crowded the aisles. Meanwhile Robin + had leaped lightly over the chancel rail and stationed himself in a nook + by the altar. + </p> + <p> + “Stand where you are!” he shouted, drawing his bow, “the first man to pass + the rail dies the death. And all ye who have come to witness a wedding + stay in your seats. We shall e’en have one, since we are come into the + church. But the bride shall choose her own swain!” + </p> + <p> + Then up rose another great commotion at the door, and four-and-twenty good + bowmen came marching in with Will Stutely at their head. And they seized + the ten liveried archers and the bride’s scowling brother and the other + men on guard and bound them prisoners. + </p> + <p> + Then in came Allan-a-Dale, decked out gaily, with Will Scarlet for best + man. And they walked gravely down the aisle and stood over against the + chancel. + </p> + <p> + “Before a maiden weds she chooses—an the laws of good King Harry be + just ones,” said Robin. “Now, maiden, before this wedding continues, whom + will you have to husband?” + </p> + <p> + The maiden answered not in words, but smiled with a glad light in her + eyes, and walked over to Allan and clasped her arms about his neck. + </p> + <p> + “That is her true love,” said Robin. “Young Allan instead of the gouty + knight. And the true lovers shall be married at this time before we depart + away. Now my lord Bishop, proceed with the ceremony!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that shall not be,” protested the Bishop; “the banns must be cried + three times in the church. Such is the law of our land.” + </p> + <p> + “Come here, Little John,” called Robin impatiently; and plucked off the + Bishop’s frock from his back and put it on the yeoman. + </p> + <p> + Now the Bishop was short and fat, and Little John was long and lean. The + gown hung loosely over Little John’s shoulders and came only to his waist. + He was a fine comical sight, and the people began to laugh consumedly at + him. + </p> + <p> + “By the faith o’ my body,” said Robin, “this cloth makes you a man. You’re + the finest Bishop that ever I saw in my life. Now cry the banns.” + </p> + <p> + So Little John clambered awkwardly into the quire, his short gown + fluttering gaily; and he called the banns for the marriage of the maid and + Allan-a-Dale once, twice, and thrice. + </p> + <p> + “That’s not enough,” said Robin; “your gown is so short that you must talk + longer.” + </p> + <p> + Then Little John asked them in the church four, five, six, and seven + times. + </p> + <p> + “Good enough!” said Robin. “Now belike I see a worthy friar in the back of + this church who can say a better service than ever my lord Bishop of + Hereford. My lord Bishop shall be witness and seal the papers, but do you, + good friar, bless this pair with book and candle.” + </p> + <p> + So Friar Tuck, who all along had been back in one corner of the church, + came forward; and Allan and his maid kneeled before him, while the old + knight, held an unwilling witness, gnashed his teeth in impotent rage; and + the friar began with the ceremony. + </p> + <p> + When he asked, “Who giveth this woman?” Robin stepped up and answered in a + clear voice: + </p> + <p> + “I do! I, Robin Hood of Barnesdale and Sherwood! And he who takes her from + Allan-a-Dale shall buy her full dearly.” + </p> + <p> + So the twain were declared man and wife and duly blessed; and the bride + was kissed by each sturdy yeoman beginning with Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + Now I cannot end this jolly tale better than in the words of the ballad + which came out of the happening and which has been sung in the villages + and countryside ever since: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “And thus having end of this merry wedding, + The bride lookt like a queen; + And so they returned to the merry greenwood + Amongst the leaves so green.” + </pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE WIDOW’S THREE SONS WERE RESCUED + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone, + With a link a down and a down, + And there he met with the proud Sheriff, + Was walking along the town. +</pre> + <p> + The wedding-party was a merry one that left Plympton Church, I ween; but + not so merry were the ones left behind. My lord Bishop of Hereford was + stuck up in the organ-loft and left, gownless and fuming. The ten liveried + archers were variously disposed about the church to keep him company; two + of them being locked in a tiny crypt, three in the belfry, “to ring us a + wedding peal,” as Robin said; and the others under quire seats or in the + vestry. The bride’s brother at her entreaty was released, but bidden not + to return to the church that day or interfere with his sister again on + pain of death. While the rusty old knight was forced to climb a high tree, + where he sat insecurely perched among the branches, feebly cursing the + party as it departed. + </p> + <p> + It was then approaching sundown, but none of the retainers or villagers + dared rescue the imprisoned ones that night, for fear of Robin Hood’s men. + So it was not until sunup the next day, that they were released. The + Bishop and the old knight, stiff as they were, did not delay longer than + for breakfast, but so great was their rage and shame—made straight + to Nottingham and levied the Sheriff’s forces. The Sheriff himself was not + anxious to try conclusions again with Robin in the open. Perhaps he had + some slight scruples regarding his oath. But the others swore that they + would go straight to the King, if he did not help them, so he was fain to + consent. + </p> + <p> + A force of an hundred picked men from the Royal Foresters and swordsmen of + the shire was gathered together and marched straightway into the + greenwood. There, as fortune would have it, they surprised some score of + outlaws hunting, and instantly gave chase. But they could not surround the + outlaws, who kept well in the lead, ever and anon dropping behind a log or + boulder to speed back a shaft which meant mischief to the pursuers. One + shaft indeed carried off the Sheriff’s hat and caused that worthy man to + fall forward upon his horse’s neck from sheer terror; while five other + arrows landed in the fleshy parts of Foresters’ arms. + </p> + <p> + But the attacking party was not wholly unsuccessful. One outlaw in his + flight stumbled and fell; when two others instantly stopped and helped to + put him on his feet again. They were the widow’s three sons, Stout Will, + and Lester, and John. The pause was an unlucky one for them, as a party of + Sheriff’s men got above them and cut them off from their fellows. + Swordsmen came up in the rear, and they were soon hemmed in on every side. + But they gave good account of themselves, and before they had been + overborne by force of numbers they had killed two and disabled three more. + </p> + <p> + The infuriated attackers were almost on the point of hewing the stout + outlaws to pieces, when the Sheriff cried: + </p> + <p> + “Hold! Bind the villains! We will follow the law in this and take them to + the town jail. But I promise ye the biggest public hanging that has been + seen in this shire for many changes of the moon!” + </p> + <p> + So they bound the widow’s three sons and carried them back speedily to + Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + Now Robin Hood had not chanced to be near the scene of the fight, or with + his men; so for a time he heard nothing of the happening. + </p> + <p> + But that evening while returning to the camp he was met by the widow + herself, who came weeping along the way. + </p> + <p> + “What news, what news, good woman?” said Robin hastily but courteously; + for he liked her well. + </p> + <p> + “God save ye, Master Robin!” said the dame wildly. “God keep ye from the + fate that has met my three sons! The Sheriff has laid hands on them and + they are condemned to die.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by our Lady! That cuts me to the heart! Stout Will, and Lester, and + merry John! The earliest friends I had in the band, and still among the + bravest! It must not be! When is this hanging set?” + </p> + <p> + “Middle the tinker tells me that it is for tomorrow noon,” replied the + dame. + </p> + <p> + “By the truth o’ my body,” quoth Robin, “you could not tell me in better + time. The memory of the old days when you freely bade me sup and dine + would spur me on, even if three of the bravest lads in all the shire were + not imperiled. Trust to me, good woman!” + </p> + <p> + The old widow threw herself on the ground and embraced his knees. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis dire danger I am asking ye to face,” she said weeping; “and yet I + knew your brave true heart would answer me. Heaven help ye, good Master + Robin, to answer a poor widow’s prayers!” + </p> + <p> + Then Robin Hood sped straightway to the forest-camp, where he heard the + details of the skirmish—how that his men had been out-numbered five + to one, but got off safely, as they thought, until a count of their + members had shown the loss of the widow’s three sons. + </p> + <p> + “We must rescue them, my men!” quoth Robin, “even from out the shadow of + the rope itself!” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon the band set to work to devise ways and means. + </p> + <p> + Robin walked apart a little way with his head leaned thoughtfully upon his + breast—for he was sore troubled—when whom should he meet but + an old begging palmer, one of a devout order which made pilgrimages and + wandered from place to place, supported by charity. + </p> + <p> + This old fellow walked boldly up to Robin and asked alms of him; since + Robin had been wont to aid members of his order. + </p> + <p> + “What news, what news, thou foolish old man?” said Robin, “what news, I do + thee pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Three squires in Nottingham town,” quoth the palmer, “are condemned to + die. Belike that is greater news than the shire has had in some Sundays.” + </p> + <p> + Then Robin’s long-sought idea came to him like a flash. + </p> + <p> + “Come, change thine apparel with me, old man,” he said, “and I’ll give + thee forty shillings in good silver to spend in beer or wine.” + </p> + <p> + “O, thine apparel is good,” the palmer protested, “and mine is ragged and + torn. The holy church teaches that thou should’st ne’er laugh an old man + to scorn.” + </p> + <p> + “I am in simple earnest, I say. Come, change thine apparel with mine. Here + are twenty pieces of good broad gold to feast they brethren right + royally.” + </p> + <p> + So the palmer was persuaded; and Robin put on the old man’s hat, which + stood full high in the crown; and his cloak, patched with black and blue + and red, like Joseph’s coat of many colors in its old age; and his + breeches, which had been sewed over with so many patterns that the + original was scarce discernible; and his tattered hose; and his shoes, + cobbled above and below. And while as he made the change in dress he made + so many whimsical comments also about a man’s pride and the dress that + makes a man, that the palmer was like to choke with cackling laughter. + </p> + <p> + I warrant you, the two were comical sights when they parted company that + day. Nathless, Robin’s own mother would not have known him, had she been + living. + </p> + <p> + The next morning the whole town of Nottingham was early astir, and as soon + as the gates were open country-folk began to pour in; for a triple hanging + was not held there every day in the week, and the bustle almost equated a + Fair day. + </p> + <p> + Robin Hood in his palmer’s disguise was one of the first ones to enter the + gates, and he strolled up and down and around the town as though he had + never been there before in all his life. Presently he came to the + market-place, and beheld thereon three gallows erected. + </p> + <p> + “Who are these builded for, my son?” asked he of a rough soldier standing + by. + </p> + <p> + “For three of Robin Hood’s men,” answered the other. “And it were Robin + himself, ‘twould be thrice as high I warrant ye. But Robin is too smart to + get within the Sheriff’s clutches again.” + </p> + <p> + The palmer crossed himself. + </p> + <p> + “They say that he is a bold fellow,” he whined. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” said the soldier, “he may be bold enough out behind stumps i’ the + forest, but the open market-place is another matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is to hang these three poor wretches?” asked the palmer. + </p> + <p> + “That hath the Sheriff not decided. But here he comes now to answer his + own questions.” And the soldier came to stiff attention as the Sheriff and + his body-guard stalked pompously up to inspect the gallows. + </p> + <p> + “O, Heaven save you, worshipful Sheriff!” said the palmer. “Heaven protect + you! What will you give a silly old man to-day to be your hangman?” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you, fellow?” asked the Sheriff sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Naught save a poor old palmer. But I can shrive their souls and hang + their bodies most devoutly.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good,” replied the other. “The fee to-day is thirteen pence; and I + will add thereunto some suits of clothing for that ragged back of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “God bless ye!” said the palmer. And he went with the soldier to the jail + to prepare his three men for execution. + </p> + <p> + Just before the stroke of noon the doors of the prison opened and the + procession of the condemned came forth. Down through the long lines of + packed people they walked to the market-place, the palmer in the lead, and + the widow’s three sons marching firmly erect between soldiers. + </p> + <p> + At the gallows foot they halted. The palmer whispered to them, as though + offering last words of consolation; and the three men, with arms bound + tightly behind their backs, ascended the scaffold, followed by their + confessor. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin stepped to the edge of the scaffold, while the people grew + still as death; for they desired to hear the last words uttered to the + victims. But Robin’s voice did not quaver forth weakly, as formerly, and + his figure had stiffened bolt upright beneath the black robe that covered + his rags. + </p> + <p> + “Hark ye, proud Sheriff!” he cried. “I was ne’er a hangman in all my life, + nor do I now intend to begin that trade. Accurst be he who first set the + fashion of hanging! I have but three more words to say. Listen to them!” + </p> + <p> + And forth from the robe he drew his horn and blew three loud blasts + thereon. Then his keen hunting-knife flew forth and in a trice, Stout + Will, Lester, and merry John were free men and had sprung forward and + seized the halberds from the nearest soldiers guarding the gallows. + </p> + <p> + “Seize them! ‘Tis Robin Hood!” screamed the Sheriff, “an hundred pounds if + ye hold them, dead or alive!” + </p> + <p> + “I make it two hundred!” roared the fat Bishop. + </p> + <p> + But their voices were drowned in the uproar that ensued immediately after + Robin blew his horn. He himself had drawn his sword and leaped down the + stairs from the scaffold, followed by his three men. The guard had closed + around them in vain effort to disarm them, when “A rescuer” shouted Will + Stutely’s clear voice on one side of them, and “A rescue!” bellowed Little + John’s on the other; and down through the terror-stricken crowd rushed + fourscore men in Lincoln green, their force seeming twice that number in + the confusion. With swords drawn they fell upon the guard from every side + at once. There was a brief clash of hot weapons, then the guard scattered + wildly, and Robin Hood’s men formed in a compact mass around their leader + and forced their way slowly down the market-place. + </p> + <p> + “Seize them! In the King’s name!” shrieked the Sheriff. “Close the gates!” + </p> + <p> + In truth, the peril would have been even greater, had this last order been + carried out. But Will Scarlet and Allan-a-Dale had foreseen that event, + and had already overpowered the two warders. + </p> + <p> + So the gates stood wide open, and toward them the band of outlaws headed. + </p> + <p> + The soldiers rallied a force of twice their number and tried resolutely to + pierce their center. But the retreating force turned thrice and sent such + volleys of keen arrows from their good yew bows, that they kept a distance + between the two forces. + </p> + <p> + And thus the gate was reached, and the long road leading up the hill, and + at last the protecting greenwood itself. The soldiers dared come no + farther. And the widow’s three sons, I warrant you, supped more heartily + that night than ever before in their whole lives. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + HOW A BEGGAR FILLED THE PUBLIC EYE + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Good Robin accost him in his way, + To see what he might be; + If any beggar had money, + He thought some part had he. +</pre> + <p> + One bright morning, soon after the stirring events told in the last + chapter, Robin wandered forth alone down the road to Barnesdale, to see if + aught had come of the Sheriff’s pursuit. But all was still and serene and + peaceful. No one was in sight save a solitary beggar who came sturdily + along his way in Robin’s direction. The beggar caught sight of Robin, at + the same moment, as he emerged from the trees, but gave no sign of having + seen him. He neither slackened nor quickened his pace, but jogged forward + merrily, whistling as he came, and beating time by punching holes in the + dusty road with the stout pike-staff in his hand. + </p> + <p> + The curious look of the fellow arrested Robin’s attention, and he decided + to stop and talk with him. The fellow was bare-legged and bare-armed, and + wore a long shift of a shirt, fastened with a belt. About his neck hung a + stout, bulging bag, which was buckled by a good piece of leather thong. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + He had three hats upon his head, + Together sticked fast, + He cared neither for the wind nor wet, + In lands where’er he past. +</pre> + <p> + The fellow looked so fat and hearty, and the wallet on his shoulder seemed + so well filled, that Robin thought within himself, + </p> + <p> + “Ha! this is a lucky beggar for me! If any of them have money, this is the + chap, and, marry, he should share it with us poorer bodies.” + </p> + <p> + So he flourished his own stick and planted himself in the traveler’s path. + </p> + <p> + “Sirrah, fellow!” quoth he; “whither away so fast? Tarry, for I would have + speech with ye!” + </p> + <p> + The beggar made as though he heard him not, and kept straight on with his + faring. + </p> + <p> + “Tarry, I say, fellow!” said Robin again; “for there’s a way to make folks + obey!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, ‘tis not so,” answered the beggar, speaking for the first time; “I + obey no man in all England, not even the King himself. So let me pass on + my way, for ‘tis growing late, and I have still far to go before I can + care for my stomach’s good.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, by my troth,” said Robin, once more getting in front of the other, + “I see well by your fat countenance, that you lack not for good food, + while I go hungry. Therefore you must lend me of your means till we meet + again, so that I may hie to the nearest tavern.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no money to lend,” said the beggar crossly. “Methinks you are as + young a man as I, and as well able to earn a supper. So go your way, and + I’ll go mine. If you fast till you get aught out of me, you’ll go hungry + for the next twelvemonth.” + </p> + <p> + “Not while I have a stout stick to thwack your saucy bones!” cried Robin. + “Stand and deliver, I say, or I’ll dust your shirt for you; and if that + will not teach you manners, then we’ll see what a broad arrow can do with + a beggar’s skin!” + </p> + <p> + The beggar smiled, and answered boast with boast. “Come on with your + staff, fellow! I care no more for it than for a pudding stick. And as for + your pretty bow—<i>that</i> for it!” + </p> + <p> + And with amazing quickness, he swung his pike-staff around and knocked + Robin’s bow clean out of his hand, so that his fingers smarted with pain. + Robin danced and tried to bring his own staff into action; but the beggar + never gave him a chance. Biff! whack! came the pike-staff, smiting him + soundly and beating down his guard. + </p> + <p> + There were but two things to do; either stand there and take a sound + drubbing, or beat a hasty retreat. Robin chose the latter—as you or + I would probably have done—and scurried back into the wood, blowing + his horn as he went. + </p> + <p> + “Fie, for shame, man!” jeered the bold beggar after him. “What is your + haste? We had but just begun. Stay and take your money, else you will + never be able to pay your reckoning at the tavern!” + </p> + <p> + But Robin answered him never a word. He fled up hill and down dale till he + met three of his men who were running up in answer to his summons. + </p> + <p> + “What is wrong?” they asked. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a saucy beggar,” said Robin, catching his breath. “He is back there + on the highroad with the hardest stick I’ve met in a good many days. He + gave me no chance to reason with him, the dirty scamp!” + </p> + <p> + The men—Much and two of the widow’s sons—could scarce conceal + their mirth at the thought of Robin Hood running from a beggar. Nathless, + they kept grave faces, and asked their leader if he was hurt. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” he replied, “but I shall speedily feel better if you will fetch me + that same beggar and let me have a fair chance at him.” + </p> + <p> + So the three yeomen made haste and came out upon the highroad and followed + after the beggar, who was going smoothly along his way again, as though he + were at peace with all the world. + </p> + <p> + “The easiest way to settle this beggar,” said Much, “is to surprise him. + Let us cut through yon neck of woods and come upon him before he is + aware.” + </p> + <p> + The others agreed to this, and the three were soon close upon their prey. + </p> + <p> + “Now!” quoth Much; and the other two sprang quickly upon the beggar’s back + and wrested his pike-staff from his hand. At the same moment Much drew his + dagger and flashed it before the fellow’s breast. + </p> + <p> + “Yield you, my man!” cried he; “for a friend of ours awaits you in the + wood, to teach you how to fight properly.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me a fair chance,” said the beggar valiantly, “and I’ll fight you + all at once.” + </p> + <p> + But they would not listen to him. Instead, they turned him about and began + to march him toward the forest. Seeing that it was useless to struggle, + the beggar began to parley. + </p> + <p> + “Good my masters,” quoth he, “why use this violence? I will go with ye + safe and quietly, if ye insist, but if ye will set me free I’ll make it + worth your while. I’ve a hundred pounds in my bag here. Let me go my way, + and ye shall have all that’s in the bag.” + </p> + <p> + The three outlaws took council together at this. + </p> + <p> + “What say you?” asked Much of the others. “Our master will be more glad to + see this beggar’s wallet than his sorry face.” + </p> + <p> + The other two agreed, and the little party came to a halt and loosed hold + of the beggar. + </p> + <p> + “Count out your gold speedily, friend,” said Much. There was a brisk wind + blowing, and the beggar turned about to face it, directly they had + unhanded him. + </p> + <p> + “It shall be done, gossips,” said he. “One of you lend me your cloak and + we will spread it upon the ground and put the wealth upon it.” + </p> + <p> + The cloak was handed him, and he placed his wallet upon it as though it + were very heavy indeed. Then he crouched down and fumbled with the leather + fastenings. The outlaws also bent over and watched the proceeding closely, + lest he should hide some of the money on his person. Presently he got the + bag unfastened and plunged his hands into it. Forth from it he drew—not + shining gold—but handfuls of fine meal which he dashed into the + eager faces of the men around him. The wind aided him in this, and soon + there arose a blinding cloud which filled the eyes, noses, and mouths of + the three outlaws till they could scarcely see or breathe. + </p> + <p> + While they gasped and choked and sputtered and felt around wildly for that + rogue of a beggar, he finished the job by picking up the cloak by its + corners and shaking it vigorously in the faces of his suffering victims. + Then he seized a stick which lay conveniently near, and began to rain + blows down upon their heads, shoulders, and sides, all the time dancing + first on one leg, then on the other, and crying, + </p> + <p> + “Villains! rascals! here are the hundred pounds I promised. How do you + like them? I’ faith, you’ll get all that’s in the bag.” + </p> + <p> + Whack! whack! whack! whack! went the stick, emphasizing each word. Howls + of pain might have gone up from the sufferers, but they had too much meal + in their throats for that. Their one thought was to flee, and they + stumbled off blindly down the road, the beggar following them a little way + to give them a few parting love-taps. + </p> + <p> + “Fare ye well, my masters,” he said finally turning the other way; “and + when next I come along the Barnesdale road, I hope you will be able to + tell gold from meal dust!” + </p> + <p> + With this he departed, an easy victor, and again went whistling on his + way, while the three outlaws rubbed the meal out of their eyes and began + to catch their breath again. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they could look around them clearly, they beheld Robin Hood + leaning against a tree trunk and surveying them smilingly. He had + recovered his own spirits in full measure, on seeing their plight. + </p> + <p> + “God save ye, gossips!” he said, “ye must, in sooth, have gone the wrong + way and been to the mill, from the looks of your clothes.” + </p> + <p> + Then when they looked shamefaced and answered never a word, he went on, in + a soft voice, + </p> + <p> + “Did ye see aught of that bold beggar I sent you for, lately?” + </p> + <p> + “In sooth, master,” responded Much the miller’s son, “we heard more of him + than we saw him. He filled us so full of meal that I shall sweat meal for + a week. I was born in a mill, and had the smell of meal in my nostrils + from my very birth, you might say, and yet never before did I see such a + quantity of the stuff in so small space.” + </p> + <p> + And he sneezed violently. + </p> + <p> + “How was that?” asked Robin demurely. + </p> + <p> + “Why we laid hold of the beggar, as you did order, when he offered to pay + for his release out of the bag he carried upon his back.” + </p> + <p> + “The same I coveted,” quoth Robin as if to himself. + </p> + <p> + “So we agreed to this,” went on Much, “and spread a cloak down, and he + opened his bag and shook it thereon. Instantly a great cloud of meal + filled the air, whereby we could neither see nor breathe; and in the midst + of this cloud he vanished like a wizard.” + </p> + <p> + “But not before he left certain black and blue spots, to be remembered by, + I see,” commented Robin. + </p> + <p> + “He was in league with the evil one,” said one of the widow’s sons, + rubbing himself ruefully. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin laughed outright, and sat him down upon the gnarled root of a + tree, to finish his merriment. + </p> + <p> + “Four bold outlaws, put to rout by a sorry beggar!” cried he. “I can laugh + at ye, my men, for I am in the same boat with ye. But ‘twould never do to + have this tale get abroad—even in the greenwood—how that we + could not hold our own with the odds in our favor. So let us have this + little laugh all to ourselves, and no one else need be the wiser!” + </p> + <p> + The others saw the point of this, and felt better directly, despite their + itching desire to get hold of the beggar again. And none of the four ever + told of the adventure. + </p> + <p> + But the beggar must have boasted of it at the next tavern; or a little + bird perched among the branches of a neighboring oak must have sung of it. + For it got abroad, as such tales will, and was put into a right droll + ballad which, I warrant you, the four outlaws did not like to hear. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD FOUGHT GUY OF GISBORNE + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “I dwell by dale and down,” quoth he, + “And Robin to take I’m sworn; + And when I am called by my right name, + I am Guy of good Gisborne.” + </pre> + <p> + Some weeks passed after the rescue of the widow’s three sons; weeks spent + by the Sheriff in the vain effort to entrap Robin Hood and his men. For + Robin’s name and deeds had come to the King’s ears, in London town, and he + sent word to the Sheriff to capture the outlaw, under penalty of losing + his office. So the Sheriff tried every manner of means to surprise Robin + Hood in the forest, but always without success. And he increased the price + put upon Robin’s head, in the hope that the best men of the kingdom could + be induced to try their skill at a capture. + </p> + <p> + Now there was a certain Guy of Gisborne, a hireling knight of the King’s + army, who heard of Robin and of the price upon his head. Sir Guy was one + of the best men at the bow and the sword in all the King’s service. But + his heart was black and treacherous. He obtained the King’s leave + forthwith to seek out the forester; and armed with the King’s scroll he + came before the Sheriff at Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + “I have come to capture Robin Hood,” quoth he, “and mean to have him, dead + or alive.” + </p> + <p> + “Right gladly would I aid you,” answered the Sheriff, “even if the King’s + seal were not sufficient warrant. How many men need you?” + </p> + <p> + “None,” replied Sir Guy, “for I am convinced that forces of men can never + come at the bold robber. I must needs go alone. But do you hold your men + in readiness at Barnesdale, and when you hear a blast from this silver + bugle, come quickly, for I shall have the sly Robin within my clutches.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good,” said the Sheriff. “Marry, it shall be done.” And he set about + giving orders, while Guy of Gisborne sallied forth disguised. + </p> + <p> + Now as luck would have it, Will Scarlet and Little John had gone to + Barnesdale that very day to buy suits of Lincoln green for certain of the + yeomen who had come out at the knees and elbows. But not deeming it best + for both of them to run their necks into a noose, together, they parted + just outside the town, and Will went within the gates, while John tarried + and watched at the brow of the hill on the outside. + </p> + <p> + Presently whom should he see but this same Will flying madly forth from + the gates again, closely pursued by the Sheriff and threescore men. Over + the moat Will sprang, through the bushes and briars, across the swamp, + over stocks and stones, up the woodland roads in long leaps like a scared + jack rabbit. And after him puffed the Sheriff and his men, their force + scattering out in the flight as one man would tumble head-first into a + ditch, another mire up in the swamp, another trip over a rolling stone, + and still others sit down on the roadside and gasp for wind like fish out + of water. + </p> + <p> + Little John could not forbear laughing heartily at the scene, though he + knew that ‘twould be anything but a laughing matter if Will should stumble. + And in truth one man was like to come upon him. It was William-a-Trent, + the best runner among the Sheriff’s men. He had come within twenty feet of + Scarlet and was leaping upon him with long bounds like a greyhound, when + John rose up quickly, drew his bow and let fly one of his fatal shafts. It + would have been better for William-a-Trent to have been abed with sorrow—says + the ballad—than to be that day in the greenwood slade to meet with + Little John’s arrow. He had run his last race. + </p> + <p> + The others halted a moment in consternation, when the shaft came hurtling + down from the hill; but looking up they beheld none save Little John, and + with a cry of fierce joy they turned upon him. Meanwhile Will Scarlet had + reached the brow of the hill and sped down the other side. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll just send one more little message of regret to the Sheriff,” said + Little John, “before I join Will.” + </p> + <p> + But this foolhardy deed was his undoing, for just as the arrow left the + string, the good yew bow that had never before failed him snapped in + twain. + </p> + <p> + “Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood, that ere thou grew on a tree!” + cursed Little John, and planted his feet resolutely in the earth resolved + to sell the path dearly; for the soldiers were now so close upon him that + he dared not turn. + </p> + <p> + And a right good account of himself he gave that day, dealing with each + man as he came up according to his merit. And so winded were the pursuers + when they reached the top of the hill that he laid out the first ten of + them right and left with huge blows of his brawny fist. + </p> + <p> + But if five men can do more than three, a score can overcome one. + </p> + <p> + A body of archers stood off at a prudent distance and covered Little John + with their arrows. + </p> + <p> + “Now yield you!” panted the Sheriff. “Yield you, Little John, or Reynold + Greenleaf, or whatever else name you carry this day! Yield you, or some + few of these shafts will reach your heart!” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, my heart has been touched by your words ere now,” said Little + John; “and I yield me.” + </p> + <p> + So the Sheriff’s men laid hold of Little John and bound him fast with many + cords, so fearful were they lest he should escape. And the Sheriff laughed + aloud in glee, and thought of how he should avenge his stolen plate, and + determined to make a good day’s work of it. + </p> + <p> + “By the Saints!” he said, “you shall be drawn by dale and down, and hanged + high on a hill in Barnesdale this very day.” + </p> + <p> + “Hang and be hanged!” retorted the prisoner. “You may fail of your purpose + if it be Heaven’s will.” + </p> + <p> + Back down the hill and across the moor went the company speedily, for they + feared a rescue. And as they went the stragglers joined them. Here a man + got up feebly out of the ditch and rubbed his pate and fell in like a + chicken with the pip going for its dinner. Yonder came hobbling a man with + a lame ankle, or another with his shins torn by the briars or another with + his jacket all muddy from the marsh. So in truth it was a tatterdemalion + crew that limped and straggled and wandered back into Barnesdale that day. + Yet all were merry, for the Sheriff had promised them flagons of wine, and + moreover they were to hang speedily the boldest outlaw in England, next to + Robin Hood himself. + </p> + <p> + The gallows was quickly put up and a new rope provided. + </p> + <p> + “Now up with you!” commanded the Sheriff, “and let us see if your + greenwood tricks will avail you to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “I would that I had bold Robin’s horn,” muttered poor John; “methinks ‘tis + all up with me even as the Sheriff hath spoken.” + </p> + <p> + In good sooth the time was dire and pressing. The rope was placed around + the prisoner’s neck and the men prepared to haul away. + </p> + <p> + “Are you ready?” called the Sheriff. “One—two—” + </p> + <p> + But before the “three” left his lips the faint sound of a silver bugle + came floating over the hill. + </p> + <p> + “By my troth, that is Sir Guy of Gisborne’s horn,” quoth the Sheriff; “and + he bade me not to delay answering its summons. He has caught Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, Excellency,” said one of his men; “but if he has caught Robin + Hood, this is a merry day indeed. And let us save this fellow and build + another gallows and hang them both together.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s a brave thought!” said the Sheriff slapping his knee. “Take the + rascal down and bind him fast to the gallows-tree against our return.” + </p> + <p> + So Little John was made fast to the gallows-tree, while the Sheriff and + all his men who could march or hobble went out to get Robin Hood and bring + him in for the double hanging. + </p> + <p> + Let us leave talking of Little John and the Sheriff, and see what has + become of Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + In the first place, he and Little John had come near having a quarrel that + self-same morning because both had seen a curious looking yeoman, and each + wanted to challenge him singly. But Robin would not give way to his + lieutenant, and that is why John, in a huff, had gone with Will to + Barnesdale. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Robin approached the curious looking stranger. He seemed to be a + three-legged creature at first sight, but on coming nearer you would have + seen that ‘twas really naught but a poorly clad man, who for a freak had + covered up his rags with a capul-hide, nothing more nor less than the + sun-dried skin of a horse, complete with head, tail, and mane. The skin of + the head made a helmet; while the tail gave the curious three-legged + appearance. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morrow, good fellow,” said Robin cheerily, “methinks by the bow you + bear in your hand that you should be a good archer.” + </p> + <p> + “Indifferent good,” said the other returning his greeting; “but ‘tis not + of archery that I am thinking this morning, for I have lost my way and + would fain find it again.” + </p> + <p> + “By my faith, I could have believed ‘twas your wits you’d lost!” thought + Robin smiling. Then aloud: “I’ll lead you through the wood,” quoth he, “an + you will tell me your business. For belike your speech is much gentler + than your attire.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you to ask me my business?” asked the other roughly. + </p> + <p> + “I am one of the King’s Rangers,” replied Robin, “set here to guard his + deer against curious looking strollers.” + </p> + <p> + “Curious looking I may be,” returned the other, “but no stroller. Hark ye, + since you are a Ranger, I must e’en demand your service. I am on the + King’s business and seek an outlaw. Men call him Robin Hood. Are you one + of his men?”—eyeing him keenly. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, God forbid!” said Robin; “but what want you with him?” + </p> + <p> + “That is another tale. But I’d rather meet with that proud outlaw than + forty good pounds of the King’s money.” + </p> + <p> + Robin now saw how the land lay. + </p> + <p> + “Come with me, good yeoman,” said he, “and belike, a little later in the + day, I can show you Robin’s haunts when he is at home. Meanwhile let us + have some pastime under the greenwood tree. Let us first try the mastery + at shooting arrows.” + </p> + <p> + The other agreed, and they cut down two willow wands of a summer’s growth + that grew beneath a brier, and set them up at a distance of threescore + yards. + </p> + <p> + “Lead on, good fellow,” quoth Robin. “The first shot to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, by my faith,” said the other, “I will follow your lead.” + </p> + <p> + So Robin stepped forth and bent his bow carelessly and sent his shaft + whizzing toward the wand, missing it by a scant inch. He of the horse-hide + followed with more care yet was a good three-fingers’ breadth away. On the + second round, the stranger led off and landed cleverly within the small + garland at the top of the wand; but Robin shot far better and clave the + wand itself, clean at the middle. + </p> + <p> + “A blessing on your heart!” shouted Capul-Hide; “never saw I such shooting + as that! Belike you are better than Robin Hood himself. But you have not + yet told me your name.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, by my faith,” quoth Robin, “I must keep it secret till you have told + me your own.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not disdain to tell it,” said the other. “I dwell by dale and down, + and to take bold Robin am I sworn. This would I tell him to his face, were + he not so great a craven. When I am called by my right name, I am Guy of + Gisborne.” + </p> + <p> + This he said with a great show of pride, and he strutted back and forth, + forgetful that he had just been beaten at archery. + </p> + <p> + Robin eyed him quietly. “Methinks I have heard of you elsewhere. Do you + not bring men to the gallows for a living?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, but only outlaws such as Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “But pray what harm has Robin Hood done you?” + </p> + <p> + “He is a highway robber,” said Sir Guy, evading the question. + </p> + <p> + “Has he ever taken from the rich that he did not give again to the poor? + Does he not protect the women and children and side with weak and + helpless? Is not his greatest crime the shooting of a few King’s deer?” + </p> + <p> + “Have done with your sophistry,” said Sir Guy impatiently. “I am more than + ever of opinion that you are one of Robin’s men yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you I am not,” quoth Robin briefly. “But if I am to help you + catch him, what is your plan?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you see this silver bugle?” said the other. “A long blast upon it will + summon the Sheriff and all his men, when once I have Robin within my + grasp. And if you show him to me, I’ll give you the half of my forty + pounds reward.” + </p> + <p> + “I would not help hang a man for ten times forty pounds,” said the outlaw. + “Yet will I point out Robin to you for the reward I find at my sword’s + point. I myself am Robin Hood of Sherwood and Barnesdale.” + </p> + <p> + “Then have at you!” cried the other springing swiftly into action. His + sword leaped forth from beneath the horse’s hide with the speed born of + long practice, and before Robin had come to guard, the other had smitten + at him full and foul. Robin eluded the lunge and drew his own weapon. + </p> + <p> + “A scurvy trick!” quoth he grimly, “to strike at a man unprepared.” + </p> + <p> + Then neither spoke more, but fell sternly to work—lunge and thrust + and ward and parry—for two full hours the weapons smote together + sullenly, and neither Robin Hood nor Sir Guy would yield an inch. I + promise you that if you could have looked forth on the fight from behind + the trunk of some friendly tree, you would have seen deadly sport such as + few men beheld in Sherwood Forest. For the fighters glared sullenly at + each other, the fires of hatred burning in their eyes. One was fighting + for his life; the other for a reward and the King’s favor. + </p> + <p> + Still circled the bright blades swiftly in the air—now gleaming in + the peaceful sunlight—again hissing like maddened serpents. Neither + had yet touched the other, until Robin, in an unlucky moment, stumbled + over the projecting root of a tree; when Sir Guy, instead of giving him + the chance to recover himself, as any courteous knight would have done, + struck quickly at the falling man and wounded him in the left side. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, dear Lady in Heaven,” gasped Robin uttering his favorite prayer, + “shield me now! ‘Twas never a man’s destiny to die before his day.” + </p> + <p> + And adroitly he sprang up again, and came straight at the other with an + awkward but unexpected stroke. The knight had raised his weapon high to + give a final blow, when Robin reached beneath and across his guard. One + swift lunge, and Sir Guy of Gisborne staggered backward with a deep groan, + Robin’s sword through his throat. + </p> + <p> + Robin looked at the slain man regretfully. + </p> + <p> + “You did bring it upon yourself,” said he; “and traitor and hireling + though you were, I would not willingly have killed you.” + </p> + <p> + He looked to his own wound. It was not serious, and he soon staunched the + blood and bound up the cut. Then he dragged the dead body into the bushes, + and took off the horse’s hide and put it upon himself. He placed his own + cloak upon Sir Guy, and marked his face so none might tell who had been + slain. Robin’s own figure and face were not unlike the other’s. + </p> + <p> + Pulling the capul-hide well over himself, so that the helmet hid most of + his face, Robin seized the silver bugle and blew a long blast. It was the + blast that saved the life of Little John, over in Barnesdale, for you and + I have already seen how it caused the fond Sheriff to prick up his ears + and stay the hanging, and go scurrying up over the hill and into the wood + with his men in search of another victim. + </p> + <p> + In five-and-twenty minutes up came running a score of the Sheriff’s best + archers. + </p> + <p> + “Did you signal us, lording?” they asked, approaching Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Aye,” said he, going to meet the puffing Sheriff. + </p> + <p> + “What news, what news, Sir Guy?” said that officer. + </p> + <p> + “Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne had a fight; and he that wears Robin’s + cloak lies under the covert yonder.” + </p> + <p> + “The best news I have heard in all my life!” exclaimed the Sheriff rubbing + his hands. “I would that we could have saved him for the hanging—though + I cannot now complain.” + </p> + <p> + “The hanging?” repeated Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. This is our lucky day on the calendar. After you left me we narrowly + missed running one of the fellows—I believe ‘twas Will Scarlet—to + earth; and another who came to his relief we were just about to hang, when + your horn blew.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was the other?” asked the disguised outlaw. + </p> + <p> + “Whom do you suppose?” laughed the Sheriff. “The best man in the + greenwood, next to Robin Hood himself—Little John, Reynold + Greenleaf!” For the Sheriff could not forget the name Little John had + borne under his own roof at Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + “Little John!” thought Robin with a start. Verily that was a lucky blast + of the bugle! “But I see you have not escaped without a scratch,” + continued the Sheriff, becoming talkative through pure glee. “Here, one of + you men! Give Sir Guy of Gisborne your horse; while others of you bury + that dog of an outlaw where he lies. And let us hasten back to Barnesdale + and finish hanging the other.” + </p> + <p> + So they put spurs to their horses, and as they rode Robin forced himself + to talk merrily, while all the time he was planning the best way to succor + Little John. + </p> + <p> + “A boon, Sheriff,” he said as they reached the gates of the town. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, worthy sir? You have but to speak.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not want any of your gold, for I have had a brave fight. But now + that I have slain the master, let me put an end to the man; so it shall be + said that Guy of Gisborne despatched the two greatest outlaws of England + in one day.” + </p> + <p> + “Have it as you will,” said the Sheriff, “but you should have asked a + knight’s fee and double your reward, and it would have been yours. It + isn’t every man that can take Robin Hood.” “No, Excellency,” answered + Robin. “I say it without boasting, that no man took Robin Hood yesterday + and none shall take him to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Then he approached Little John, who was still tied to the gallows-tree; + and he said to the Sheriff’s men, “Now stand you back here till I see if + the prisoner has been shrived.” And he stooped swiftly, and cut Little + John’s bonds, and thrust into his hands Sir Guy’s bow and arrows, which he + had been careful to take. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis I, Robin!” he whispered. But in truth, Little John knew it already, + and had decided there was to be no hanging that day. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin blew three loud blasts upon his own horn, and drew forth his + own bow; and before the astonished Sheriff and his men could come to arms + the arrows were whistling in their midst in no uncertain fashion. + </p> + <p> + And look! Through the gates and over the walls came pouring another flight + of arrows! Will Scarlet and Will Stutely had watched and planned a rescue + ever since the Sheriff and Robin rode back down the hill. Now in good time + they came; and the Sheriff’s demoralized force turned tail and ran, while + Robin and Little John stood under the harmless gallows, and sped swift + arrows after them, and laughed to see them go. + </p> + <p> + Then they joined their comrades and hasted back to the good greenwood, and + there rested. They had got enough sport for one day. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW MAID MARIAN CAME BACK TO SHERWOOD FOREST; ALSO, HOW ROBIN HOOD CAME + BEFORE QUEEN ELEANOR. + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + But Robin Hood, he himself had disguis’d, + And Marian was strangely attir’d, + That they proved foes, and so fell to blows, + Whose valor bold Robin admir’d. + + And when he came at London’s court, + He fell down on his knee. + “Thou art welcome, Lockesley,” said the Queen, + “And all thy good yeomandree.” + </pre> + <p> + Now it fell out that one day not long thereafter, Robin was minded to try + his skill at hunting. And not knowing whom he might meet in his rambles, + he stained his face and put on a sorry-looking jacket and a long cloak + before he sallied forth. As he walked, the peacefulness of the morning + came upon him, and brought back to his memory the early days so long ago + when he had roamed these same glades with Marian. How sweet they seemed to + him now, and how far away! Marian, too, the dainty friend of his youth—would + he ever see her again? He had thought of her very often of late, and each + time with increasing desire to hear her clear voice and musical laugh, and + see her eyes light up at his coming. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps the happiness of Allen-a-Dale and his lady had caused Robin’s + heart-strings to vibrate more strongly; perhaps, too, the coming of Will + Scarlet. But, certes, Robin was anything but a hunter this bright morning + as he walked along with head drooping in a most love-lorn way. + </p> + <p> + Presently a hart entered the glade in full view of him, grazing + peacefully, and instantly the man of action awoke. His bow was drawn and a + shaft all but loosed, when the beast fell suddenly, pierced by a clever + arrow from the far side of the glade. + </p> + <p> + Then a handsome little page sprang gleefully from the covert and ran + toward the dying animal. This was plainly the archer, for he flourished + his bow aloft, and likewise bore a sword at his side, though for all that + he looked a mere lad. + </p> + <p> + Robin approached the hart from the other side. + </p> + <p> + “How dare you shoot the King’s beasts, stripling?” he asked severely. + </p> + <p> + “I have as much right to shoot them as the King himself,” answered the + page haughtily. “How dare you question me?” + </p> + <p> + The voice stirred Robin strongly. It seemed to chime into his memories of + the old days. He looked at the page sharply, and the other returned the + glance, straight and unafraid. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you, my lad?” Robin said more civilly. + </p> + <p> + “No lad of yours, and my name’s my own,” retorted the other with spirit. + </p> + <p> + “Softly! Fair and softly, sweet page, or we of the forest will have to + teach you manners!” said Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Not if <i>you</i> stand for the forest!” cried the page, whipping out his + sword. “Come, draw, and defend yourself!” + </p> + <p> + He swung his blade valiantly; and Robin saw nothing for it but to draw + likewise. The page thereupon engaged him quite fiercely, and Robin found + that he had many pretty little tricks at fencing. + </p> + <p> + Nathless, Robin contented himself with parrying, and was loth to exert all + his superior strength upon the lad. So the fight lasted for above a + quarter of an hour, at the end of which time the page was almost spent and + the hot blood flushed his cheeks in a most charming manner. + </p> + <p> + The outlaw saw his distress, and to end the fight allowed himself to be + pricked slightly on the wrist. + </p> + <p> + “Are you satisfied, fellow?” asked the page, wincing a little at sight of + the blood. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, honestly,” replied Robin; “and now perhaps you will grant me the + honor of knowing to whom I owe this scratch?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Richard Partington, page to Her Majesty, Queen Eleanor,” answered + the lad with dignity; and again the sound of his voice troubled Robin + sorely. + </p> + <p> + “Why come you to the greenwood alone, Master Partington?” + </p> + <p> + The lad considered his answer while wiping his sword with a small lace + kerchief. The action brought a dim confused memory to Robin. The lad + finally looked him again in the eye. + </p> + <p> + “Forester, whether or no you be a King’s man, know that I seek one Robin + Hood, an outlaw, to whom I bring amnesty from the Queen. Can you tell me + aught of him?” And while awaiting his answer, he replaced the kerchief in + his shirt. As he did so, the gleam of a golden trophy caught the outlaw’s + eye. + </p> + <p> + Robin started forward with a joyful cry. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I know you now! By the sight of yon golden arrow won at the Sheriff’s + tourney, you are she on whom I bestowed it, and none other than Maid + Marian!” + </p> + <p> + “You—are—?” gasped Marian, for it was she; “not Robin!” + </p> + <p> + “Robin’s self!” said he gaily; and forthwith, clad as he was in rags, and + stained of face, he clasped the dainty page close to his breast, and she + forsooth yielded right willingly. + </p> + <p> + “But Robin!” she exclaimed presently, “I knew you not, and was rude, and + wounded you!” + </p> + <p> + “‘Twas nothing,” he replied laughingly, “so long as it brought me you.” + </p> + <p> + But she made more ado over the sore wrist than Robin had received for all + his former hurts put together. And she bound it with the little kerchief, + and said, “Now ‘twill get well!” and Robin was convinced she spoke the + truth, for he never felt better in all his life. The whole woods seemed + tinged with a roseate hue, since Marian had come again. + </p> + <p> + But she, while happy also, was ill at ease; and Robin with a man’s slow + discernment at last saw that it was because of her boy’s attire. He + thought bluntly that there was naught to be ashamed of, yet smilingly + handed her his tattered long cloak, which she blushingly put on, and + forthwith recovered her spirits directly. + </p> + <p> + Then they began to talk of each other’s varied fortunes, and of the many + things which had parted them; and so much did they find to tell that the + sun had begun to decline well into the afternoon before they realized how + the hours sped. + </p> + <p> + “I am but a sorry host!” exclaimed Robin, springing to his feet. “I have + not once invited you to my wild roof.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am but a sorry page,” replied Marian; “for I had clean forgot that + I was Richard Partington, and really did bring you a message from Queen + Eleanor!” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me on our way home, and there you shall be entrusted to Mistress + Dale. While the first of my men we meet will I send back for your deer.” + </p> + <p> + So she told him, as they walked back through the glade, how that the fame + of his prowess had reached Queen Eleanor’s ears, in London town. And the + Queen had said, “Fain would I see this bold yeoman, and behold his skill + at the long-bow.” And the Queen had promised him amnesty if he and four of + his archers would repair to London against the next tournament the week + following, there to shoot against King Henry’s picked men, of whom the + King was right vain. All this Marian told in detail, and added: + </p> + <p> + “When I heard Her Majesty say she desired to see you, I asked leave to go + in search of you, saying I had known you once. And the Queen was right + glad, and bade me go, and sent this gold ring to you from off her finger, + in token of her faith.” + </p> + <p> + Then Robin took the ring and bowed his head and kissed it loyally. “By + this token will I go to London town,” quoth he, “and ere I part with the + Queen’s pledge, may the hand that bears it be stricken off at the wrist!” + By this time they were come to the grove before the cave, and Robin + presented Maid Marian to the band, who treated her with the greatest + respect. Will Scarlet was especially delighted to greet again his old time + friend, while Allan-a-Dale and his good wife bustled about to make her + welcome in their tiny thatched cottage. + </p> + <p> + That evening after they had supped royally upon the very hart that Marian + had slain, Allan sang sweet songs of Northern minstrelsy to the fair guest + as she sat by Robin’s side, the golden arrow gleaming in her dark hair. + The others all joined in the chorus, from Will Scarlet’s baritone to Friar + Tuck’s heavy bass. Even Little John essayed to sing, although looked at + threateningly by Much the miller’s son. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin bade Marian repeat her message from the Queen, which Marian did + in a way befitting the dignity of her royal mistress. After which the + yeomen gave three cheers for the Queen and three more for her page, and + drank toasts to them both, rising to their feet. + </p> + <p> + “Ye have heard,” quoth Robin standing forth, “how that Her Majesty—whom + God preserve!—wishes but four men to go with me. Wherefore, I choose + Little John and Will Stutely, my two lieutenants, Will Scarlet, my cousin, + and Allan-a-Dale, my minstrel. Mistress Dale, also, can go with her + husband and be company for the Queen’s page. We will depart with early + morning, decked in our finest. So stir ye, my lads! and see that not only + your tunics are fresh, but your swords bright and your bows and arrows + fit. For we must be a credit to the Queen as well as the good greenwood. + You, Much, with Stout Will, Lester, and John, the widow’s three sons, + shall have command of the band while we are away; and Friar Tuck shall + preside over the needs of your souls and stomachs.” + </p> + <p> + The orders were received with shouts of approval, and toasts all around + were drunk again in nut-brown ale, ere the company dispersed to rest after + making ready for the journey. + </p> + <p> + The next morning was as fine a summer’s day as ever you want to see, and + the green leaves of the forest made a pleasing background for the gay + picture of the yeomen setting forth. Says the old ballad—it was a + seemly sight to see how Robin Hood himself had dressed, and all his + yeomanry. He clothed his men in Lincoln green, and himself in scarlet red, + with hats of black and feathers white to bravely deck each head. Nor were + the two ladies behind-hand, I ween, at the bedecking. + </p> + <p> + Thus the chosen party of seven sallied forth being accompanied to the edge + of the wood by the whole band, who gave them a merry parting and Godspeed! + </p> + <p> + The journey to London town was made without incident. The party proceeded + boldly along the King’s highroad, and no man met them who was disposed to + say them nay. Besides, the good Queen’s warrant and ring would have + answered for them, as indeed it did at the gates of London. So on they + sped and in due course came to the palace itself and awaited audience with + the Queen. + </p> + <p> + Now the King had gone that day to Finsbury Field, where the tourney was + soon to be held, in order to look over the lists and see some of his + picked men whom he expected to win against all comers. So much had he + boasted of these men, that the Queen had secretly resolved to win a wager + of him. She had heard of the fame of Robin Hood and his yeomen, as Marian + had said; and Marian on her part had been overjoyed to be able to add a + word in their favor and to set out in search of them. + </p> + <p> + To-day the Queen sat in her private audience-room chatting pleasantly with + her ladies, when in came Mistress Marian Fitzwalter attired again as + befitted her rank of lady-in-waiting. She courtesied low to the Queen and + awaited permission to speak. + </p> + <p> + “How now!” said the Queen smiling; “is this my lady Marian, or the page, + Richard Partington?” + </p> + <p> + “Both, an it please Your Majesty. Richard found the man you sought, while + Marian brought him to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” asked Queen Eleanor eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Awaiting your audience—he and four of his men, likewise a lady of + whose wooing and wedding I can tell you a pretty story at another time.” + </p> + <p> + “Have them admitted.” + </p> + <p> + So Marian gave orders to a herald, and presently Robin Hood and his little + party entered the room. + </p> + <p> + Now the Queen had half-expected the men to be rude and uncouth in + appearance, because of their wild life in the forest; but she was + delightfully disappointed. Indeed she started back in surprise and almost + clapped her hands. For, sooth to say, the yeomen made a brave sight, and + in all the court no more gallant men could be found. Marian felt her + cheeks glow with pride, at sight of the half-hidden looks of admiration + sent forth by the other ladies-in-waiting. + </p> + <p> + Robin had not forgot the gentle arts taught by his mother, and he wore his + fine red velvet tunic and breeches with the grace of a courtier. We have + seen, before, what a dandified gentleman Will Scarlet was; and + Allan-a-Dale, the minstrel, was scarcely less goodly to look upon. While + the giant Little John and broad-shouldered Will Stutely made up in stature + what little they lacked in outward polish. Mistress Dale, on her part, + looked even more charming, if possible, than on the momentous day when she + went to Plympton Church to marry one man and found another. + </p> + <p> + Thus came the people of the greenwood before Queen Eleanor, in her own + private audience room. And Robin advanced and knelt down before her, and + said: + </p> + <p> + “Here I am, Robin Hood—I and my chosen men! At Your Majesty’s + bidding am I come, bearing the ring of amnesty which I will protect—as + I would protect Your Majesty’s honor—with my life!” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art welcome, Lockesley,” said the Queen smiling graciously. + </p> + <p> + “Thou art come in good time, thou and all thy brave yeomanry.” + </p> + <p> + Then Robin presented each of his men in turn, and each fell on his knee + and was greeted with most kindly words. And the Queen kissed fair Mistress + Dale upon the cheek, and bade her remain in the palace with her ladies + while she was in the city. And she made all the party be seated to rest + themselves after their long journey. Fine wines were brought, and cake, + and rich food, for their refreshment. And as they ate and drank, the Queen + told them further of the tourney to be held at Finsbury Field, and of how + she desired them to wear her colors and shoot for her. Meantime, she + concluded, they were to lie by quietly and be known of no man. + </p> + <p> + To do all this, Robin and his men pledged themselves full heartily. Then + at the Queen’s request, they related to her and her ladies some of their + merry adventures; whereat the listeners were vastly entertained, and + laughed heartily. Then Marian, who had heard of the wedding at Plympton + Church, told it so drolly that tears stood in the Queen’s eyes from + merriment. + </p> + <p> + “My lord Bishop of Hereford!” she said, “‘Twas indeed a comical business + for him! I shall keep that to twit his bones, I promise you! So this is + our minstrel?” she added presently, turning to Allan-a-Dale. “Methinks I + have already heard of him. Will he not harp awhile for us to-day?” + </p> + <p> + Allan bowed low, and took a harp which was brought to him, and he thrummed + the strings and sang full sweetly the border songs of the North Countree. + And the Queen and all her ladies listened in rapt silence till all the + songs were ended. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE OUTLAWS SHOT IN KING HARRY’S TOURNEY + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The King is into Finsbury Field + Marching in battle ‘ray, + And after follows bold Robin Hood, + And all his yeomen gay. +</pre> + <p> + The morning of the great archery contest dawned fair and bright, bringing + with it a fever of impatience to every citizen of London town, from the + proudest courtier to the lowest kitchen wench. Aye, and all the + surrounding country was early awake, too, and began to wend their way to + Finsbury Field, a fine broad stretch of practice ground near Moorfields. + Around three sides of the Field were erected tier upon tier of seats, for + the spectators, with the royal boxes and booths for the nobility and + gentry in the center. Down along one end were pitched gaily colored tents + for the different bands of King’s archers. There were ten of these bands, + each containing a score of men headed by a captain of great renown; so + to-day there were ten of the pavilions, each bearing aloft the Royal Arms + and vari-colored pennants which fluttered lightly in the fresh morning + breeze. + </p> + <p> + Each captain’s flag was of peculiar color and device. First came the royal + purple streamer of Tepus, own bow-bearer to the King, and esteemed the + finest archer in all the land. Then came the yellow of Clifton of + Buckinghamshire; and the blue of Gilbert of the White Hand—he who + was renowned in Nottinghamshire; and the green of Elwyn the Welshman; and + the White of Robert of Cloudesdale; and, after them, five other captains + of bands, each a man of proved prowess. As the Queen had said aforetime, + the King was mightily proud of his archers, and now held this tourney to + show their skill and, mayhap, to recruit their forces. + </p> + <p> + The uprising tiers of seats filled early, upon this summer morning, and + the merry chatter of the people went abroad like the hum of bees in a + hive. The royal party had not yet put in an appearance, nor were any of + the King’s archers visible. So the crowd was content to hide its + impatience by laughing jibes passed from one section to another, and + crying the colors of their favorite archers. In and out among the seats + went hawkers, their arms laden with small pennants to correspond with the + rival tents. Other vendors of pie and small cakes and cider also did a + thrifty business, for so eager had some of the people been to get good + seats, that they had rushed away from home without their breakfast. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the gates at the far end, next the tents, opened wide, and a + courier in scarlet and gold, mounted upon a white horse, rode in blowing + lustily upon the trumpet at his lips; and behind him came six + standard-bearers riding abreast. The populace arose with a mighty cheer. + King Harry had entered the arena. He bestrode a fine white charger and was + clad in a rich dark suit of slashed velvet with satin and gold facings. + His hat bore a long curling ostrich plume of pure white and he doffed it + graciously in answer to the shouts of the people. By his side rode Queen + Eleanor, looking regal and charming in her long brocade riding-habit; + while immediately behind them came Prince Richard and Prince John, each + attired in knightly coats of mail and helmets. Lords and ladies of the + realm followed; and finally, the ten companies of archers, whose progress + round the field was greeted with hardly less applause than that given the + King himself. + </p> + <p> + The King and Queen dismounted from their steeds, ascended the steps of the + royal box, and seated themselves upon two thrones, decked with purple and + gold trapping, upon a dais sheltered by striped canvas. In the booths at + each side the members of the Court took their places; while comely pages + ran hither and thither bearing the royal commands. ‘Twas a lordly sight, I + ween, this shifting of proud courtiers, flashing of jeweled fans, and + commingling of bright colors with costly gems! + </p> + <p> + Now the herald arose to command peace, and soon the clear note of his + bugle rose above the roar of the crowd and hushed it to silence. The + tenscore archers ranged themselves in two long rows on each side of the + lists—a gallant array—while their captains, as a special mark + of favor, stood near the royal box. + </p> + <p> + “Come hither, Tepus,” said the King to his bow-bearer. “Come, measure me + out this line, how long our mark must be.” + </p> + <p> + “What is the reward?” then asked the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “That will the herald presently proclaim,” answered the King. “For first + prize we have offered a purse containing twoscore golden pounds; for + second, a purse containing twoscore silver pennies; and for third a silver + bugle, inlaid with gold. Moreover, if the King’s companies keep these + prizes, the winning companies shall have, first, two tuns of Rhenish wine; + second, two tuns of English beer; and, third, five of the fattest harts + that run on Dallom Lea. Methinks that is a princely wager,” added King + Harry laughingly. + </p> + <p> + Up spake bold Clifton, secure in the King’s favor. “Measure no marks for + us, most sovereign liege,” quoth he; “for such largess as that, we’ll + shoot at the sun and the moon.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Twill not be so far as that,” said the King. “But get a line of good + length, Tepus, and set up the targets at tenscore paces.” + </p> + <p> + Forthwith, Tepus bowed low, and set up ten targets, each bearing the + pennant of a different company, while the herald stood forth again and + proclaimed the rules and prizes. The entries were open to all comers. Each + man, also, of the King’s archers should shoot three arrows at the target + bearing the colors of his band, until the best bowman in each band should + be chosen. These ten chosen archers should then enter a contest for an + open target—three shots apiece—and here any other bowman + whatsoever was asked to try his skill. The result at the open targets + should decide the tourney. + </p> + <p> + Then all the people shouted again, in token that the terms of the contest + pleased them; and the archers waved their bows aloft, and wheeled into + position facing their respective targets. + </p> + <p> + The shooting now began, upon all the targets at once, and the multitude + had so much ado to watch them, that they forgot to shout. Besides, silence + was commanded during the shooting. Of all the fine shooting that morning, + I have not now space to tell you. The full score of men shot three times + at each target, and then three times again to decide a tie. For, more than + once, the arrow shot by one man would be split wide open by his successor. + Every man’s shaft bore his number to ease the counting; and so close would + they stick at the end of a round, that the target looked like a big + bristle hairbrush. Then must the spectators relieve their tense spirits by + great cheering; while the King looked mighty proud of his skilled bowmen. + </p> + <p> + At last the company targets were decided, and Tepus, as was expected, led + the score, having made six exact centers in succession. Gilbert of the + White Hand followed with five, and Clifton with four. Two other captains + had touched their center four times, but not roundly. While in the other + companies it so chanced that the captains had been out-shot by some of the + men under them. + </p> + <p> + The winners then saluted the King and Queen, and withdrew for a space to + rest and renew their bow-strings for the keenest contest of all; while the + lists were cleared and a new target—the open one—was set up at + twelvescore paces. At the bidding of the King, the herald announced that + the open target was to be shot at, to decide the title of the best archer + in all England; and any man there present was privileged to try for it. + But so keen had been the previous shooting, that many yeomen who had come + to enter the lists now would not do so; and only a dozen men stepped forth + to give in their names. + </p> + <p> + “By my halidom!” said the King, “these must be hardy men to pit themselves + against my archers!” + </p> + <p> + “Think you that your ten chosen fellows are the best bowmen in all + England?” asked the Queen. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, and in all the world beside,” answered the King; “and thereunto I + would stake five hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “I am minded to take your wager,” said the Queen musingly, “and will e’en + do so if you grant me a boon.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” asked the King. + </p> + <p> + “If I produce five archers who can out-shoot your ten, will you grant my + men full grace and amnesty?” + </p> + <p> + “Assuredly!” quoth the King in right good humor. “Nathless, I tell you + now, your wager is in jeopardy, for there never were such bowmen as Tepus + and Clifton and Gilbert!” + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said the Queen puckering her brow, still as though lost in thought. + “I must see if there be none present to aid me in my wager. Boy, call + hither Sir Richard of the Lea and my lord Bishop of Hereford!” + </p> + <p> + The two summoned ones, who had been witnessing the sport, came forward. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Richard,” said she, “thou art a full knight and good. Would’st advise + me to meet a wager of the King’s, that I can produce other archers as good + as Tepus and Gilbert and Clifton?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Your Majesty,” he said, bending his knee. “There be none present + that can match them. Howbeit,”—he added dropping his voice—“I + have heard of some who lie hid in Sherwood Forest who could show them + strange targets.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen smiled and dismissed him. + </p> + <p> + “Come hither, my lord Bishop of Hereford,” quoth she, “would’st thou + advance a sum to support my wager ‘gainst the King?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Your Majesty,” said the fat Bishop, “an you pardon me, I’d not lay + down a penny on such a bet. For by my silver mitre, the King’s archers are + men who have no peers.” + </p> + <p> + “But suppose I found men whom <i>thou knewest</i> to be masters at the + bow,” she insisted roguishly, “would’st thou not back them? Belike, I have + heard that there be men round about Nottingham and Plympton who carry such + matters with a high hand!” + </p> + <p> + The Bishop glanced nervously around, as if half expecting to see Robin + Hood’s men standing near; then turned to find the Queen looking at him + with much amusement lurking in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Odds bodikins! The story of my misadventure must have preceded me!” he + thought, ruefully. Aloud he said, resolved to face it out, + </p> + <p> + “Your Majesty, such tales are idle and exaggerated. An you pardon me, I + would add to the King’s wager that his men are invincible.” + </p> + <p> + “As it pleases thee,” replied the Queen imperturbably. “How much?” + </p> + <p> + “Here is my purse,” said the Bishop uneasily. “It contains fifteen score + nobles, or near a hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll take it at even money,” she said, dismissing him; “and Your Majesty”—turning + to the King who had been conversing with the two princes and certain of + the nobles—“I accept your wager of five hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good,” said the King, laughing as though it were a great jest. “But + what had minded you to take such interest in the sport, of a sudden?” + </p> + <p> + “It is as I have said. I have found five men whom I will pit against any + you may produce.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will try their skill speedily,” quoth the King. “How say you, if + first we decide this open target and then match the five best thereat + against your unknown champions?” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed,” said the Queen. Thereupon she signed to Maid Marian to step + forward, from a near-by booth where she sat with other ladies-in-waiting, + and whispered something in her ear. Marian courtesied and withdrew. + </p> + <p> + Now the ten chosen archers from the King’s bands came forth again and took + their stand; and with them stood forth the twelve untried men from the + open lists. Again the crowd was stilled, and every eye hung upon the + speeding of the shafts. Slowly but skilfully each man shot, and as his + shaft struck within the inner ring a deep breath broke from the multitude + like the sound of the wind upon the seashore. And now Gilbert of the White + Hand led the shooting, and ‘twas only by the space of a hairsbreadth upon + the line that Tepus tied his score. Stout Elwyn, the Welshman, took third + place; one of the private archers, named Geoffrey, come fourth; while + Clifton must needs content himself with fifth. + </p> + <p> + The men from the open lists shot fairly true, but nervousness and fear of + ridicule wrought their undoing. + </p> + <p> + The herald then came forward again, and, instead of announcing the + prize-winners, proclaimed that there was to be a final contest. Two men + had tied for first place, declared His Majesty the King, and three others + were entitled to honors. Now all these five were to shoot again, and they + were to be pitted against five other of the Queen’s choosing—men who + had not yet shot upon that day. + </p> + <p> + A thrill of astonishment and excitement swept around the arena. “Who were + these men of the Queen’s choosing?” was upon every lip. The hubbub of + eager voices grew intense; and in the midst of it all, the gate at the far + end of the field opened and five men entered and escorted a lady upon + horseback across the arena to the royal box. The lady was instantly + recognized as Mistress Marian of the Queen’s household, but no one seemed + to know the faces of her escort. Four were clad in Lincoln green, while + the fifth, who seemed to be the leader, was dressed in a brave suit of + scarlet red. Each man wore a close fitting cap of black, decked with a + curling white feather. For arms, they carried simply a stout bow, a sheaf + of new arrows, and a short hunting-knife. + </p> + <p> + When the little party came before the dais on which the King and Queen + sat, the yeomen doffed their caps humbly, while Maid Marian was assisted + to dismount. + </p> + <p> + “Your Gracious Majesty,” she said, addressing the Queen, “these be the men + for whom you sent me, and who are now come to wear your colors and service + you in the tourney.” + </p> + <p> + The Queen leaned forward and handed them each a scarf of green and gold. + </p> + <p> + “Lockesley,” she said in a clear voice, “I thank thee and thy men for this + service. Know that I have laid a wager with the King that ye can outshoot + the best five whom he has found in all his bowmen.” The five men pressed + the scarfs to their lips in token of fealty. + </p> + <p> + The King turned to the Queen inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Who are these men you have brought before us?” asked he. + </p> + <p> + Up came the worthy Bishop of Hereford, growing red and pale by turns. + </p> + <p> + “Your pardon, my liege lord!” cried he; “But I must denounce these fellows + as outlaws. Yon man in scarlet is none other than Robin Hood himself. The + others are Little John and Will Stutely and Will Scarlet and Allan-a-Dale—all + famous in the North Countree for their deeds of violence.” + </p> + <p> + “As my lord Bishop personally knows!” added the Queen significantly. + </p> + <p> + The King’s brows grew dark. The name of Robin Hood was well known to him, + as to every man there present. + </p> + <p> + “Is this true?” he demanded sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, my lord,” responded the Queen demurely. “But, bethink you—I + have your royal promise of grace and amnesty.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I keep,” said the King, holding in check his ire by a mighty + effort. “But, look you! Only forty days do I grant of respite. When this + time has elapsed, let these bold outlaws look to their safety!” + </p> + <p> + Then turning to his five victorious archers, who had drawn near, he added, + “Ye have heard, my men, how that I have a wager with the Queen upon your + prowess. Now here be men of her choosing—certain free shafts of + Sherwood and Barnesdale. Wherefore look well to it, Gilbert and Tepus and + Geoffrey and Elwyn and Clifton! If ye outshoot these knaves, I will fill + your caps with silver pennies—aye, and knight the man who stands + first. But if ye lose, I give the prizes, for which ye have just striven, + to Robin Hood and his men, according to my royal word.” + </p> + <p> + “Robin Hood and his men!” the saying flew round the arena with the speed + of wild-fire, and every neck craned forward to see the famous fellows who + had dared to brave the King’s anger, because of the Queen. + </p> + <p> + Another target was now set up, at the same distance as the last, and it + was decided that the ten archers should shoot three arrows in turn. + Gilbert and Robin tossed up a penny for the lead, and it fell to the + King’s men. So Clifton was bidden to shoot first. + </p> + <p> + Forth he stood, planting his feet firmly, and wetting his fingers before + plucking the string. For he was resolved to better his losing score of + that day. And in truth he did so, for the shaft he loosed sped true, and + landed on the black bull’s-eye, though not in the exact center. Again he + shot, and again he hit the black, on the opposite rim. The third shaft + swerved downward and came within the second ring, some two fingers’ + breadths away. Nathless, a general cry went up, as this was the best + shooting Clifton had done that day. + </p> + <p> + Will Scarlet was chosen to follow him, and now took his place and + carefully chose three round and full-feathered arrows. + </p> + <p> + “Careful, my sweet coz!” quoth Robin in a low tone. “The knave has left + wide space at the center for all of your darts.” + </p> + <p> + But Robin gave Will the wrong caution, for over-much care spoiled his aim. + His first shaft flew wide and lodged in the second ring even further away + than the worst shot of Clifton. + </p> + <p> + “Your pardon, coz!” quoth Robin hastily. “Bid care go to the bottom of the + sea, and do you loose your string before it sticks to your fingers!” + </p> + <p> + And Will profited by this hint, and loosed his next two shafts as freely + as though they flew along a Sherwood glade. Each struck upon the + bull’s-eye, and one even nearer the center than his rival’s mark. Yet the + total score was adjudged in favor of Clifton. At this Will Scarlet bit his + lip, but said no word, while the crowd shouted and waved yellow flags for + very joy that the King’s man had overcome the outlaw. They knew, also, + that this demonstration would please the King. + </p> + <p> + The target was now cleared for the next two contestants—Geoffrey and + Allan-a-Dale. Whereat, it was noticed that many ladies in the Queen’s + booths boldly flaunted Allan’s colors, much to the honest pride which + glowed in the cheeks of one who sat in their midst. + </p> + <p> + “In good truth,” said more than one lady to Mistress Dale, “if thy husband + can handle the longbow as skilfully as the harp, his rival has little show + of winning!” + </p> + <p> + The saying augured well. Geoffrey had shot many good shafts that day; and + indeed had risen from the ranks by virtue of them. But now each of his + three shots, though well placed in triangular fashion around the rim of + the bull’s-eye, yet allowed an easy space for Allan to graze within. His + shooting, moreover, was so prettily done, that he was right heartily + applauded—the ladies and their gallants leading in the + hand-clapping. + </p> + <p> + Now you must know that there had long been a friendly rivalry in Robin + Hood’s band as to who was the best shot, next after Robin himself. He and + Will Stutely had lately decided their marksmanship, and Will had found + that Robin’s skill was now so great as to place the leader at the head of + all good bowmen in the forest. But the second place lay between Little + John and Stutely, and neither wished to yield to the other. So to-day they + looked narrowly at their leader to see who should shoot third. Robin read + their faces at a glance, and laughing merrily, broke off two straws and + held them out. + </p> + <p> + “The long straw goes next!” he decided; and it fell to Stutely. + </p> + <p> + Elwyn the Welshman was to precede him; and his score was no whit better + than Geoffrey’s. But Stutely failed to profit by it. His besetting sin at + archery had ever been an undue haste and carelessness. To-day these were + increased by a certain moodiness, that Little John had outranked him. So + his first two shafts flew swiftly, one after the other, to lodging places + outside the Welshman’s mark. + </p> + <p> + “Man! man!” cried Robin entreatingly, “you do forget the honor of the + Queen, and the credit of Sherwood!” + </p> + <p> + “I ask your pardon, master!” quoth Will humbly enough, and loosing as he + spoke his last shaft. It whistled down the course unerringly and struck in + the exact center—the best shot yet made. + </p> + <p> + Now some shouted for Stutely and some shouted for Elwyn; but Elwyn’s total + mark was declared the better. Whereupon the King turned to the Queen. + “What say you now?” quoth he in some triumph. “Two out of the three first + rounds have gone to my men. Your outlaws will have to shoot better than + that in order to save your wager!” + </p> + <p> + The Queen smiled gently. + </p> + <p> + “Yea, my lord,” she said. “But the twain who are left are able to do the + shooting. You forget that I still have Little John and Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “And you forget, my lady, that I still have Tepus and Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + So each turned again to the lists and awaited the next rounds in silent + eagerness. I ween that King Harry had never watched the invasion of an + enemy with more anxiety than he now felt. + </p> + <p> + Tepus was chosen to go next and he fell into the same error with Will + Scarlet. He held the string a moment too long, and both his first and + second arrows came to grief. One of them, however, came within the black + rim, and he followed it up by placing his third in the full center, just + as Stutely had done in his last. These two centers were the fairest shots + that had been made that day; and loud was the applause which greeted this + second one. But the shouting was as nothing to the uproar which followed + Little John’s shooting. That good-natured giant seemed determined to outdo + Tepus by a tiny margin in each separate shot; for the first and the second + shafts grazed his rival’s on the inner side, while for the third Little + John did the old trick of the forest: he shot his own arrow in a graceful + curve which descended from above upon Tepus’s final center shaft with a + glancing blow that drove the other out and left the outlaw’s in its place. + </p> + <p> + The King could scarce believe his eyes. “By my halidom!” quoth he, “that + fellow deserves either a dukedom or a hanging! He must be in league with + Satan himself! Never saw I such shooting.” + </p> + <p> + “The score is tied, my lord,” said the Queen; “we have still to see + Gilbert and Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert now took his stand and slowly shot his arrows, one after another, + into the bull’s-eye. ‘Twas the best shooting he had yet done, but there + was still the smallest of spaces left—if you looked closely—at + the very center. + </p> + <p> + “Well done, Gilbert!” spoke up Robin Hood. “You are a foeman worthy of + being shot against.” He took his own place as he spoke. “Now if you had + placed one of your shafts <i>there</i>”—loosing one of his own—“and + another <i>there</i>”—out sped the second—“and another <i>there</i>”—the + third was launched—“mayhap the King would have declared you the best + bowman in all England!” + </p> + <p> + But the last part of his merry speech was drowned in the wild tumult of + applause which followed his exploit. His first two shafts had packed + themselves into the small space left at the bull’s-eye; while his third + had split down between them, taking half of each, and making all three + appear from a distance, as one immense arrow. + </p> + <p> + Up rose the King in amazement and anger. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert is not yet beaten!” he cried. “Did he not shoot within the mark + thrice? And that is allowed a best in all the rules of archery.” + </p> + <p> + Robin bowed low. + </p> + <p> + “As it please Your Majesty!” quoth he. “But may I be allowed to place the + mark for the second shooting?” + </p> + <p> + The King waved his hand sullenly.. Thereupon Robin prepared another old + trick of the greenwood, and got him a light, peeled willow wand which he + set in the ground in place of the target. + </p> + <p> + “There, friend Gilbert,” called he gaily; “belike you can hit that!” + </p> + <p> + “I can scarce see it from here,” said Gilbert, “much less hit it. + Nathless, for the King’s honor, I will try.” + </p> + <p> + But this final shot proved his undoing, and his shaft flew harmlessly by + the thin white streak. Then came Robin to his stand again, and picked his + arrow with exceeding care, and tried his string. Amid a breathless pause + he drew the good yew bow back to his ear, glanced along the shaft, and let + the feathered missile fly. Straight it sped, singing a keen note of + triumph as it went. The willow wand was split in twain, as though it had + met a hunter’s knife. + </p> + <p> + “Verily, I think your bow is armed with witchcraft!” cried Gilbert. “For I + did not believe such shooting possible.” + </p> + <p> + “You should come to see our merry lads in the greenwood,” retorted Robin + lightly. “For willow wands do not grow upon the cobblestones of London + town.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the King in great wrath had risen to depart, first signing the + judges to distribute the prizes. Never a word said he, of good or ill, to + the Queen, but mounted his horse and, followed by his sons and knights, + rode off the field. The archers dropped upon one knee as he passed, but he + gave them a single baleful look and was gone. + </p> + <p> + Then the Queen beckoned the outlaws to approach, and they did so and knelt + at her feet. + </p> + <p> + “Right well have ye served me,” she said, “and sorry am I that the King’s + anger is aroused thereby. But fear ye not. His word and grace hold true. + As to these prizes ye have gained, I add others of mine own—the + wagers I have won from His Majesty the King and from the lord Bishop of + Hereford. Buy with some of these moneys the best swords ye can find in + London, for all your band, and call them the swords of the Queen. And + swear with them to protect all the poor and the helpless and the women—kind + who come your way.” + </p> + <p> + “We swear,” said the five yeomen solemnly. + </p> + <p> + Then the Queen gave each of them her hand to kiss, and arose and departed + with all her ladies. And after they were gone, the King’s archers came + crowding around Robin and his men, eager to get a glimpse of the fellows + about whom they had heard so much. And back of them came a great crowd of + the spectators pushing and jostling in their efforts to come nearer. + </p> + <p> + “Verily!” laughed Little John, “they must take us for a Merry Andrew + show!” + </p> + <p> + Now the judges came up, and announced each man his prize, according to the + King’s command. To Robin was give the purse containing twoscore golden + pounds; to Little John the twoscore silver pennies; and to Allan-a-Dale + the fine inlaid bugle, much to his delight, for he was skilled at blowing + sweet tunes upon the horn hardly less than handling the harp strings. But + when the Rhenish wine and English beer and harts of Dallom Lea were spoken + of, Robin said: + </p> + <p> + “Nay, what need we of wine or beer, so far from the greenwood? And ‘twould + be like carrying coals to Newcastle, to drive those harts to Sherwood! Now + Gilbert and Tepus and their men have shot passing well. Wherefore, the + meat and drink must go to them, an they will accept it of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Right gladly,” replied Gilbert grasping his hand. “Ye are good men all, + and we will toast you every one, in memory of the greatest day at archery + that England has ever seen, or ever will see!” + </p> + <p> + Thus said all the King’s archers, and the hand of good-fellowship was + given amid much shouting and clapping on the shoulder-blades. + </p> + <p> + And so ended King Harry’s tourney, whose story has been handed down from + sire to son, even unto the present day. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD WAS SOUGHT OF THE TINKER + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And while the tinker fell asleep, + Robin made haste away, + And left the tinker in the lurch, + For the great shot to pay. +</pre> + <p> + King Henry was as good as his word. Robin Hood and his party were suffered + to depart from London—the parting bringing keen sorrow to Marian—and + for forty days no hand was raised against them. But at the end of that + time, the royal word was sent to the worthy Sheriff at Nottingham that he + must lay hold upon the outlaws without further delay, as he valued his + office. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, the exploits of Robin and his band, ending with the great tourney + in Finsbury Field, had made a mighty stir through all England, and many + there were to laugh boldly at the Nottingham official for his failures to + capture the outlaws. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff thereupon planned three new expeditions into the greenwood, + and was even brave enough to lead them, since he had fifteen-score men at + his beck and call each time. But never the shadow of an outlaw did he see, + for Robin’s men lay close, and the Sheriff’s men knew not how to come at + their chief hiding-place in the cove before the cavern. + </p> + <p> + Now the Sheriff’s daughter had hated Robin Hood bitterly in her heart ever + since the day he refused to bestow upon her the golden arrow, and shamed + her before all the company. His tricks, also, upon her father were not + calculated to lessen her hatred, and so she sought about for means to aid + the Sheriff in catching the enemy. + </p> + <p> + “There is no need to go against this man with force of arms,” she said. + “We must meet his tricks with other tricks of our own.” + </p> + <p> + “Would that we could!” groaned the Sheriff. “The fellow is becoming a + nightmare unto me.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me plan a while,” she replied. “Belike I can cook up some scheme for + his undoing.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreed,” said the Sheriff, “and if anything comes of your planning, I + will e’en give you an hundred silver pennies for a new gown, and a double + reward to the man who catches the outlaws.” + </p> + <p> + Now upon that same day, while the Sheriff’s daughter was racking her + brains for a scheme, there came to the Mansion House a strolling tinker + named Middle, a great gossip and braggart. And as he pounded away upon + some pots and pans in the scullery, he talked loudly about what <i>he</i> + would do, if he once came within reach of that rascal Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + “It might be that this simple fellow could do something through his very + simplicity,” mused the Sheriff’s daughter, overhearing his prattle. “Odds + bodikins! ‘twill do no harm to try his service, while I bethink myself of + some better plan.” + </p> + <p> + And she called him to her, and looked him over—a big brawny fellow + enough, with an honest look about the eye, and a countenance so open that + when he smiled his mouth seemed the only country on the map. + </p> + <p> + “I am minded to try your skill at outlaw catching,” she said, “and will + add goodly measure to the stated reward if you succeed. Do you wish to + make good your boasted prowess?” + </p> + <p> + The tinker grinned broadly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, your ladyship,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Then here is a warrant made out this morning by the Sheriff himself. See + that you keep it safely and use it to good advantage.” + </p> + <p> + And she dismissed him. + </p> + <p> + Middle departed from the house mightily pleased with himself, and proud of + his commission. He swung his crab-tree-staff recklessly in his glee—so + recklessly that he imperiled the shins of more than one angry passer-by—and + vowed he’d crack the ribs of Robin Hood with it, though he was surrounded + by every outlaw in the whole greenwood. + </p> + <p> + Spurred on by the thoughts of his own coming bravery, he left the town and + proceeded toward Barnesdale. The day was hot and dusty, and at noontime he + paused at a wayside inn to refresh himself. He began by eating and + drinking and dozing, in turn, then sought to do all at once. + </p> + <p> + Mine host of the “Seven Does” stood by, discussing the eternal Robin with + a drover. + </p> + <p> + “Folk do say that my lord Sheriff has sent into Lincoln for more + men-at-arms and horses, and that when he has these behind him, he’ll soon + rid the forest of these fellows.” + </p> + <p> + “Of whom speak you?” asked the tinker sitting up. + </p> + <p> + “Of Robin Hood and his men,” said the host; “but go to sleep again. You + will never get the reward!” + </p> + <p> + “And why not?” asked the tinker, rising with great show of dignity. + </p> + <p> + “Where our Sheriff has failed, and the stout Guy of Gisborne, and many + more beside, it behoves not a mere tinker to succeed.” + </p> + <p> + The tinker laid a heavy hand upon the innkeeper’s fat shoulder, and tried + to look impressive. + </p> + <p> + “There is your reckoning, host, upon the table. I must e’en go upon my + way, because I have more important business than to stand here gossiping + with you. But be not surprised, if, the next time you see me, I shall have + with me no less person than Robin Hood himself!” + </p> + <p> + And he strode loftily out the door and walked up the hot white road toward + Barnesdale. + </p> + <p> + He had not gone above a quarter of a mile when he met a young man with + curling brown hair and merry eyes. The young man carried his light cloak + over his arm, because of the heat, and was unarmed save for a light sword + at his side. The newcomer eyed the perspiring tinker in a friendly way, + and seeing he was a stout fellow accosted him. + </p> + <p> + “Good-day to you!” said he. + </p> + <p> + “Good-day to you!” said the tinker; “and a morrow less heating.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye,” laughed the other. “Whence come you? And know you the news?” + </p> + <p> + “What is the news?” said the gossipy tinker, pricking up his ear; “I am a + tinker by trade, Middle by name, and come from over against Banbury.” + </p> + <p> + “Why as for the news,” laughed the stranger, “I hear that two tinkers were + set i’ the stocks for drinking too much ale and beer.” + </p> + <p> + “If that be all your news,” retorted Middle, “I can beat you clear to the + end of the lane.” + </p> + <p> + “What news have you? Seeing that you go from town to town, I ween you can + outdo a poor country yokel at tidings.” + </p> + <p> + “All I have to tell,” said the other, “is that I am especially + commissioned”—he felt mightily proud of these big words—“especially + commissioned to seek a bold outlaw which they call Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “So?” said the other arching his brows. “How ‘especially commissioned’?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a warrant from the Sheriff, sealed with the King’s own seal, to + take him where I can; and if you can tell me where he is, I will e’en make + a man of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see the warrant,” said the other, “to satisfy myself if it be + right; and I will do the best I can to bring him to you.” + </p> + <p> + “That will I not,” replied the tinker; “I will trust none with it. And if + you’ll not help me to come at him I must forsooth catch him by myself.” + </p> + <p> + And he made his crab-tree-staff whistle shrill circles in the air. + </p> + <p> + The other smiled at the tinker’s simplicity, and said: + </p> + <p> + “The middle of the road on a hot July day is not a good place to talk + things over. Now if you’re the man for me and I’m the man for you, let’s + go back to the inn, just beyond the bend of road, and quench our thirst + and cool our heads for thinking.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry come up!” quoth the tinker. “That will I! For though I’ve just come + from there, my thirst rises mightily at the sound of your voice.” + </p> + <p> + So back he turned with the stranger and proceeded to the “Seven Does.” + </p> + <p> + The landlord arched his eyebrows silently when he saw the two come in, but + served them willingly. + </p> + <p> + The tinker asked for wine, and Robin for ale. The wine was not the most + cooling drink in the cellar, nor the clearest headed. Nathless, the tinker + asked for it, since it was expensive and the other man had invited him to + drink. They lingered long over their cups, Master Middle emptying one + after another while the stranger expounded at great length on the best + plans for coming at and capturing Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + In the end the tinker fell sound asleep while in the act of trying to get + a tankard to his lips. Then the stranger deftly opened the snoring man’s + pouch, took out the warrant, read it, and put it in his own wallet. + Calling mine host to him, he winked at him with a half smile and told him + that the tinker would pay the whole score when he awoke. Thus was Master + Middle left in the lurch “for the great shot to pay.” + </p> + <p> + Nathless, the stranger seemed in no great hurry. He had the whim to stay + awhile and see what the droll tinker might do when he awoke. So he hid + behind a window shutter, on the outside, and awaited events. + </p> + <p> + Presently the tinker came to himself with a prodigious yawn, and reached + at once for another drink. + </p> + <p> + “What were you saying, friend, about the best plan (ya-a-a-ah!) for + catching this fellow?—Hello!—where’s the man gone?” + </p> + <p> + He had looked around and saw no one with him at the table. + </p> + <p> + “Host! host!” he shouted, “where is that fellow who was to pay my + reckoning?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not,” answered the landlord sharply. “Mayhap he left the money in + your purse.” + </p> + <p> + “No he didn’t!” roared Middle, looking therein. “Help! Help! I’ve been + robbed! Look you, host, you are liable to arrest for high treason! I am + here upon the King’s business, as I told you earlier in the day. And yet + while I did rest under your roof, thinking you were an honest man (hic!) + and one loving of the King, my pouch has been opened and many matters of + state taken from it.” + </p> + <p> + “Cease your bellowing!” said the landlord. “What did you lose?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, many weighty matters, I do assure you. I had with me, item, a + warrant, granted under the hand of my lord High Sheriff of Nottingham, and + sealed with the Kings’s own seal, for the capture (hic!)—and arrest—and + overcoming of a notorious rascal, one Robin Hood of Barnesdale. Item, one + crust of bread. Item, one lump (hic!) of solder. Item, three pieces of + twine. Item, six single keys (hic!), useful withal. Item, twelve silver + pennies, the which I earned this week (hic!) in fair labor. Item—” + </p> + <p> + “Have done with your items!” said the host. “And I marvel greatly to hear + you speak in such fashion of your friend, Robin Hood of Barnesdale. For + was he not with you in all good-fellowship?” + </p> + <p> + “Wh-a-at? <i>That</i> Robin Hood?” gasped Middle with staring eyes. “Why + did you not tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, <i>I</i> saw no need o’ telling you! Did you not tell me the first + time you were here to-day, that I need not be surprised if you came back + with no less person than Robin Hood himself?” + </p> + <p> + “Jesu give me pardon!” moaned the tinker. “I see it all now. He got me to + drinking, and then took my warrant, and my pennies, and my crust—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes,” interrupted the host. “I know all about that. But pay me the + score for both of you.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have no money, gossip. Let me go after that vile bag-o’-bones, and + I’ll soon get it out of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” replied the other. “If I waited for you to collect from Robin + Hood, I would soon close up shop.” + </p> + <p> + “What is the account?” asked Middle. + </p> + <p> + “Ten shillings, just.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take here my working-bag and my good hammer too; and if I light upon + that knave I will soon come back after them.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me your leathern coat as well,” said mine host; “the hammer and bag + of tools are as naught to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy!” cried Master Middle, losing what was left of his temper. “It + seems that I have escaped one thief only to fall into the hands of + another. If you will but walk with me out into the middle of the road, + I’ll give you such a crack as shall drive some honesty into your thick + skull.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wasting your breath and my time,” retorted the landlord. + </p> + <p> + “Give me your things, and get you gone after your man, speedily.” + </p> + <p> + Middle thought this to be good advice; so he strode forth from the “Seven + Does” in a black mood. + </p> + <p> + Ere he had gone half a mile, he saw Robin Hood walking demurely among the + trees a little in front of him. + </p> + <p> + “Ho there, you villain!” roared the tinker. “Stay your steps! I am + desperately in need of you this day!” + </p> + <p> + Robin turned about with a surprised face. + </p> + <p> + “What knave is this?” he asked gently, “who comes shouting after me?” + </p> + <p> + “No knave! no knave at all!” panted the other, rushing up. “But an honest—man—who + would have—that warrant—and the money for drink!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, as I live, it is our honest tinker who was seeking Robin Hood! Did + you find him, gossip?” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, that did I! and I’m now going to pay him my respects!” + </p> + <p> + And he plunged at him, making a sweeping stroke with his crab-tree-cudgel. + </p> + <p> + Robin tried to draw his sword, but could not do it for a moment through + dodging the other’s furious blows. When he did get it in hand, the tinker + had reached him thrice with resounding thwacks. Then the tables were + turned, for he dashed in right manfully with his shining blade and made + the tinker give back again. + </p> + <p> + The greenwood rang with the noise of the fray. ‘Twas steel against wood, + and they made a terrible clattering when they came together. Robin thought + at first that he could hack the cudgel to pieces, for his blade was one of + Toledo—finely tempered steel which the Queen had given him. But the + crab-tree-staff had been fired and hardened and seasoned by the tinker’s + arts until it was like a bar of iron—no pleasant neighbor for one’s + ribs. + </p> + <p> + Robin presently found this out to his sorrow. The long reach and long + stick got to him when ‘twas impossible for him to touch his antagonist. So + his sides began to ache sorely. + </p> + <p> + “Hold your hand, tinker,” he said at length. “I cry a boon of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Before I do it,” said the tinker, “I’d hang you on this tree.” + </p> + <p> + But even as he spoke, Robin found the moment’s grace for which he longed; + and immediately grasped his horn and blew the three well-known blasts of + the greenwood. + </p> + <p> + “A murrain seize you!” roared the tinker commencing afresh. “Up to your + old tricks again, are you? Well, I’ll have time to finish my job, if I + hurry.” + </p> + <p> + But Robin was quite able to hold his own at a pinch, and they had not + exchanged many lunges and passes when up came Little John and Will Scarlet + and a score of yeomen at their heels. Middle was seized without ceremony, + while Robin sat himself down to breathe. “What is the matter?” quoth + Little John, “that you should sit so weariedly upon the highway side?” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, that rascally tinker yonder has paid his score well upon my hide,” + answered Robin ruefully. + </p> + <p> + “That tinker, then,” said Little John, “must be itching for more work. + Fain would I try if he can do as much for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Or me,” said Will Scarlet, who like Little John was always willing to + swing a cudgel. + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” laughed Robin. “Belike I could have done better, an he had given me + time to pull a young tree up by the roots. But I hated to spoil the + Queen’s blade upon his tough stick or no less tough hide. He had a warrant + for my arrest which I stole from him.” + </p> + <p> + “Also, item, twelve silver pennies,” interposed the tinker, unsubdued; + “item, one crust of bread, ‘gainst my supper. Item, one lump of solder. + Item, three pieces of twine. Item, six single keys. Item—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I know,” quoth the merry Robin; “I stood outside the landlord’s + window and heard you count over your losses. Here they are again; and the + silver pennies are turned by magic into gold. Here also, if you will, is + my hand.” + </p> + <p> + “I take it heartily, with the pence!” cried Middle. “By my leathern coat + and tools, which I shall presently have out of that sly host, I swear that + I never yet met a man I liked as well as you! An you and your men here + will take me, I swear I’ll serve you honestly. Do you want a tinker? Nay, + but verily you must! Who else can mend and grind your swords and patch + your pannikins—and fight, too, when occasion serve? Mend your pots! + mend your pa-a-ans!” + </p> + <p> + And he ended his speech with the sonorous cry of his craft. + </p> + <p> + By this time the whole band was laughing uproariously at the tinker’s + talk. + </p> + <p> + “What say you, fellows?” asked Robin. “Would not this tinker be a good + recruit?” + </p> + <p> + “That he would!” answered Will Scarlet, clapping the new man on the back. + “He will keep Friar Tuck and Much the miller’s son from having the blues.” + </p> + <p> + So amid great merriment and right good fellowship the outlaws shook Middle + by the hand, and he took oath of fealty, and thought no more of the + Sheriff’s daughter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD WAS TANNED OF THE TANNER + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In Nottingham there lived a jolly tanner, + With a hey down, down, a down down! + His name was Arthur-a-Bland, + There was ne’er a squire in Nottinghamshire + + Dare bid bold Arthur stand. + And as he went forth, in a summer’s morning, + With a hey down, down, a down down! + To the forest of merrie Sherwood, + To view the red deer, that range here and there, + There met he with bold Robin Hood. +</pre> + <p> + The Sheriff’s daughter bided for several days in the faint hope that she + might hear tidings of the prattling tinker. But never a word heard she, + and she was forced to the conclusion that her messenger had not so much as + laid eyes upon the outlaw. Little recked she that he was, even then, + grinding sword-points and sharpening arrows out in the good greenwood, + while whistling blithely or chatting merrily with the good Friar Tuck. + </p> + <p> + Then she bethought herself of another good man, one Arthur-a-Bland, a + tanner who dwelt in Nottingham town and was far-famed in the tourneys + round about. He had done some pretty tricks at archery, but was strongest + at wrestling and the quarter-staff. For three years he had cast all comers + to the earth in wrestling until the famous Eric o’ Lincoln broke a rib for + him in a mighty tussle. Howsoever, at quarter-staff he had never yet met + his match; so that there was never a squire in Nottinghamshire dare bid + bold Arthur stand. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + With a long pike-staff on his shoulder, + So well he could clear his way + That by two and three he made men flee + And none of them could stay. +</pre> + <p> + Thus at least runs the old song which tells of his might. + </p> + <p> + “This is just the man for me!” thought the Sheriff’s daughter to herself; + and she forthwith summoned him to the Mansion House and commissioned him + to seek out Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + The warrant was quite to Arthur’s liking, for he was happiest when out in + the forest taking a sly peep at the King’s deer; and now he reckoned that + he could look at them boldly, instead of by the rays of the moon. He could + say to any King’s Forester who made bold to stop him: “I am here on the + King’s business!” + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy! No more oak-bark and ditch-water and the smell of half-tanned + hides to-day!” quoth he, gaily. “I shall e’en see what the free air of + heaven tastes like, when it sweeps through the open wood.” + </p> + <p> + So the tanner departed joyfully upon his errand, but much more interested + in the dun deer of the forest than in any two-legged rovers therein. This + interest had, in fact, caused the Foresters to keep a shrewd eye upon him + in the past, for his tannery was apt to have plenty of meat in it that was + more like venison than the law allowed. As for the outlaws, Arthur bore + them no ill-will; indeed he had felt a secret envy in his heart at their + free life; but he was not afraid to meet any two men who might come + against him. Nathless, the Sheriff’s daughter did not choose a very good + messenger, as you shall presently see. + </p> + <p> + Away sped the tanner, a piece of bread and some wine in his wallet, a good + longbow and arrows slung across his shoulder, his stout quarter-staff in + his hand, and on his head a cap of trebled raw-hide so tough that it would + turn the edge of a broadsword. He lost no time in getting out of the hot + sun and into the welcome shade of the forest, where he stalked cautiously + about seeking some sign of the dun deer. + </p> + <p> + Now it so chanced that upon that very morning Robin Hood had sent Little + John to a neighboring village to buy some cloth of Lincoln green for new + suits for all the band. Some of the money recently won of the King was + being spent in this fashion, ‘gainst the approach of winter. Will Scarlet + had been sent on a similar errand to Barnesdale some time before, if you + remember, only to be chased up the hill without his purchase. So to-day + Little John was chosen, and for sweet company’s sake Robin went with him a + part of the way until they came to the “Seven Does,” the inn where Robin + had recently played his prank upon Middle the tinker. Here they drank a + glass of ale to refresh themselves withal, and for good luck; and Robin + tarried a bit while Little John went on his errand. + </p> + <p> + Presently Robin entered the edge of the wood, when whom should he see but + Arthur-a-Bland, busily creeping after a graceful deer that browsed alone + down the glade. “Now by Saint George and the Dragon!” quoth Robin to + himself. “I much fear that yon same fellow is a rascally poacher come + after our own and the King’s meat!” + </p> + <p> + For you must know, by a curious process of reasoning, Robin and his men + had hunted in the royal preserves so long that they had come to consider + themselves joint owners to every animal which roamed therein. + </p> + <p> + “Nay!” he added, “this must be looked into! That cow-skin cap in sooth + must hide a scurvy varlet!” + </p> + <p> + And forthwith he crept behind a tree, and thence to another, stalking our + friend Arthur as busily as Arthur was stalking the deer. + </p> + <p> + This went on for quite a space, until the tanner began to come upon the + deer and to draw his bow in order to tickle the victim’s ribs with a + cloth-yard shaft. But just at this moment Robin unluckily trod upon a twig + which snapped and caused the tanner to turn suddenly. + </p> + <p> + Robin saw that he was discovered, so he determined to put a bold face on + the matter, and went forward with some smart show of authority. + </p> + <p> + “Hold!” he cried: “stay your hand! Why, who are you, bold fellow, to range + so boldly here? In sooth, to be brief, ye look like a thief that has come + to steal the King’s deer.” + </p> + <p> + “Marry, it is scant concern of yours, what I look like!” retorted + Arthur-a-Bland. “Who are you, who speak so bravely?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall soon find out who I am!” quoth Robin, determining to find some + sport in the matter. “I am a keeper of this forest. The King knows that I + am looking after his deer for him; and therefore we must stay you.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any assistants, friend?” asked the tanner calmly. “For it is not + one man alone who can stop me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay truly, gossip,” replied Robin. “I have a good yew bow, also a right + sharp blade at my side. Nathless I need no better assistant than a good + oak-graff like unto yours. Give me a baker’s dozen of minutes with it and + it shall pleasure me to crack that pate of yours for your sauciness!” + </p> + <p> + “Softly, my man! Fair and softly! Big words never killed so much as a + mouse—least of all yon deer which has got away while you were + filling all the woods with your noisy breath. So choose your own + playthings. For your sword and your bow I care not a straw; nor for all + your arrows to boot. If I get but a knock at you, ‘twill be as much as + you’ll need.” + </p> + <p> + “Now by our Lady! Will you listen to the braggart?” cried Robin in a fine + rage. “Marry, but I’ll teach ye to be more mannerly!” + </p> + <p> + So saying he unbuckled his belt; and, flinging his bow upon the ground he + seized hold of a young sapling that was growing near by. His hunting knife + soon had it severed and lopped into shape. + </p> + <p> + “Now come, fellow!” said Arthur-a-Bland, seeing that he was ready. “And if + I do not tan your hide for you in better shape than ever calf-skin was + turned into top-boots, may a murrain seize me!” + </p> + <p> + “Stay,” said Robin, “methinks my cudgel is half a foot longer than yours. + I would have them of even length before you begin your tanning.” + </p> + <p> + “I pass not for length,” bold Arthur replied; “my staff is long enough, as + you will shortly find out. Eight foot and a half, and ‘twill knock down a + calf”—here he made it whistle in the air—“and I hope it will + knock down you.” + </p> + <p> + Forthwith the two men spat on their hands, laid firm hold upon their + cudgels and began slowly circling round each other, looking for an + opening. + </p> + <p> + Now it so chanced that Little John had fared expeditiously with his + errand. He had met the merchant, from whom he was wont to buy Lincoln + green, coming along the road; and had made known his wants in few words. + The merchant readily undertook to deliver the suits by a certain day in + the following month. So Little John, glad to get back to the cool shelter + of the greenwood, hasted along the road lately taken by Robin. + </p> + <p> + Presently he heard the sound of angry voices, one of which he recognized + as his captain’s. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Heaven forfend,” quoth he, “that Robin Hood has fallen into the + clutches of a King’s man! I must take a peep at this fray.” + </p> + <p> + So he cautiously made his way from tree to tree, as Robin had done, till + he came to the little open space where Robin and Arthur were circling + about each other with angry looks, like two dogs at bay. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! this looks interesting!” muttered Little John to himself, for he + loved a good quarter-staff bout above anything else in the world, and was + the best man at it in all the greenwood. And he crawled quietly underneath + a friendly bush—much as he had done when Robin undertook to teach + Will Scarlet a lesson—and chuckled softly to himself and slapped his + thigh and prepared to watch the fight at his ease. + </p> + <p> + Indeed it was both exciting and laughable. You would have chuckled one + moment and caught your breath the next, to see those two stout fellows + swinging their sticks—each half as long again as the men were, and + thick as their arm—and edging along sidewise, neither wishing to + strike the first blow. + </p> + <p> + At last Robin could no longer forbear, and his good right arm swung round + like a flash. Ping! went the stick on the back of the other’s head, + raising such a welt that the blood came. But the tanner did not seem to + mind it at all, for bing! went his own staff in return, giving Robin as + good as he had sent. Then the battle was on, and furiously it waged. Fast + fell the blows, but few save the first ones landed, being met in mid-air + by a counter-blow till the thwacking sticks sounded like the steady roll + of a kettle-drum and the oak—bark flew as fine as it had ever done + in Arthur-a-Bland’s tannery. + </p> + <p> + Round and round they fought, digging their heels into the ground to keep + from slipping, so that you would have vowed there had been a yoke of oxen + ploughing a potato-patch. Round and round, up and down, in and out, their + arms working like threshing-machines, went the yeoman and the tanner, for + a full hour, each becoming more astonished every minute that the other was + such a good fellow. While Little John from underneath his bushy covert had + much ado to keep from roaring aloud in pure joy. + </p> + <p> + Finally Robin saw his chance and brought a full arm blow straight down + upon the other’s head with a force that would have felled a bullock. But + Arthur’s trebled cow-skin cap here stood him in good stead: the blow + glanced off without doing more than stunning him. Nathless, he reeled and + had much ado to keep from falling; seeing which Robin stayed his hand—to + his own sorrow, for the tanner recovered his wits in a marvelous quick + space and sent back a sidelong blow which fairly lifted Robin off his feet + and sent him tumbling on to the grass. + </p> + <p> + “Hold your hand! hold your hand!” roared Robin with what little breath he + had left. “Hold, I say, and I will give you the freedom of the greenwood.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, God-a-mercy,” said Arthur; “I may thank my staff for that—not + <i>you</i>.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, gossip’ let be as it may. But prithee tell me your name and + trade. I like to know fellows who can hit a blow like that same last.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a tanner,” replied Arthur-a-Bland. “In Nottingham long have I + wrought. And if you’ll come to me I swear I’ll tan your hides for naught.” + </p> + <p> + “Odds bodikins!” quoth Robin ruefully. “Mine own hide is tanned enough for + the present. Howsoever, there be others in this wood I would fain see you + tackle. Harkee, if you will leave your tan-pots and come with me, as sure + as my name is Robin Hood, you shan’t want gold or fee.” + </p> + <p> + “By the breath o’ my body!” said Arthur, “that will I do!” and he gripped + him gladly by the hand. “But I am minded that I clean forgot the errand + that brought me to Sherwood. I was commissioned by some, under the + Sheriff’s roof, to capture you.” + </p> + <p> + “So was a certain tinker, now in our service,” said Robin smilingly. + </p> + <p> + “Verily ‘tis a new way to recruit forces!” said the tanner laughing + loudly. “But tell me, good Robin Hood, where is Little John? I fain would + see him, for he is a kinsman on my mother’s side.” + </p> + <p> + “Here am I, good Arthur-a-Bland!” said a voice; and Little John literally + rolled out from under the bush to the sward. His eyes were full of tears + from much laughter which had well-nigh left him powerless to get on his + feet. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the astonished tanner saw who it was, he gave Little John a + mighty hug around the neck, and lifted him up on his feet, and the two + pounded each other on the back soundly, so glad were they to meet again. + </p> + <p> + “O, man, man!” said Little John as soon as he had got his breath. “Never + saw I so fine a sight in all my born days. You did knock him over like as + he were a ninepin!” + </p> + <p> + “And you do joy to see me thwacked about on the ribs?” asked Robin with + some choler. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, not that, master!” said Little John. “But ‘tis the second time I + have had special tickets to a show from beneath the bushes, and I cannot + forbear my delight. Howsoever, take no shame unto yourself, for this same + Arthur-a-Bland is the best man at the quarter-staff in all + Nottinghamshire. It commonly takes two or three men to hold him.” + </p> + <p> + “Unless it be Eric o’ Lincoln,” said Arthur modestly; “and I well know how + you paid him out at the Fair.” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more!” said Robin springing to his feet; “for well I know that I + have done good business this day, and a few bruises are easy payment for + the stout cudgel I am getting into the band. Your hand again, good + Arthur-a-Bland! Come! let us after the deer of which I spoiled your + stalking.” + </p> + <p> + “Righty gladly!” quoth Arthur. “Come, Cousin Little John! Away with vats + and tan-bark and vile-smelling cowhides! I’ll follow you two in the sweet + open air to the very ends of earth!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD MET SIR RICHARD OF THE LEA + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Then answered him the gentle knight + With words both fair and thee: + “God save thee, my good Robin, + And all thy company!” + </pre> + <p> + Now you must know that some months passed by. The winter dragged its weary + length through Sherwood Forest, and Robin Hood and his merry men found + what cheer they could in the big crackling fires before their woodland + cave. Friar Tuck had built him a little hermitage not far away, where he + lived comfortably with his numerous dogs. + </p> + <p> + The winter, I say, reached an end at last, and the blessed spring came and + went. Another summer passed on apace, and still neither King nor Sheriff + nor Bishop could catch the outlaws, who, meanwhile, thrived and prospered + mightily in their outlawry. The band had been increased from time to time + by picked men such as Arthur-a-Bland and David of Doncaster—he who + was the jolliest cobbler for miles around—until it now numbered a + full sevenscore of men; seven companies each with its stout lieutenant + serving under Robin Hood. And still they relieved the purses of the rich, + and aided the poor, and feasted upon King’s deer until the lank Sheriff of + Nottingham was well-nigh distracted. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, that official would probable have lost his office entirely, had it + not been for the fact of the King’s death. Henry passed away, as all Kings + will, in common with ordinary men, and Richard of the Lion Heart was + proclaimed as his successor. + </p> + <p> + Then Robin and his men, after earnest debate, resolved to throw themselves + upon the mercy of the new King, swear allegiance, and ask to be organized + into Royal Foresters. So Will Scarlet and Will Stutely and Little John + were sent to London with this message, which they were first to entrust + privately to Maid Marian. But they soon returned with bad tidings. The new + King had formerly set forth upon a crusade to the Holy Land, and Prince + John, his brother, was impossible to deal with—being crafty, cruel + and treacherous. He was laying his hands upon all the property which could + easily be seized; among other estates, that of the Earl of Huntingdon, + Robin’s old enemy and Marian’s father, who had lately died. + </p> + <p> + Marian herself was in sore straits. Not only had her estates been taken + away, and the maid been deprived of the former protection of the Queen, + but the evil Prince John had persecuted her with his attentions. He + thought that since the maid was defenseless he could carry her away to one + of his castles and none could gainsay him. + </p> + <p> + No word of this peril reached Robin’s ears, although his men brought him + word of the seizure of the Huntingdon lands. Nathless he was greatly + alarmed for the safety of Maid Marian, and his heart cried out for her + strongly. She had been continually in his thoughts ever since the + memorable shooting at London town. + </p> + <p> + One morning in early autumn when the leaves were beginning to turn gold at + the edges, the chestnut-pods to swell with promise of fatness, and the + whole wide woodland was redolent with the ripe fragrance of fruit and + flower, Robin was walking along the edge of a small open glade busy with + his thoughts. The peace of the woods was upon him, despite his broodings + of Marian and he paid little heed to a group of does quietly feeding among + the trees at the far edge of the glade. + </p> + <p> + But presently this sylvan picture was rudely disturbed for him. A stag, + wild and furious, dashed suddenly forth from among the trees, scattering + the does in swift alarm. The vicious beast eyed the green-and-gold tunic + of Robin, and, lowering it head, charged at him impetuously. So sudden was + its attack that Robin had no time to bend his bow. He sprang behind a tree + while he seized his weapon. + </p> + <p> + A moment later the wild stag crashed blindly into the tree-trunk with a + shock which sent the beast reeling backward, while the dislodged leaves + from the shivering tree fell in a small shower over Robin’s head. + </p> + <p> + “By my halidom, I am glad it was not me you struck, my gentle friend!” + quoth Robin, fixing an arrow upon the string. “Sorry indeed would be any + one’s plight who should encounter you in this black humor.” + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had he spoken when he saw the stag veer about and fix its glances + rigidly on the bushes to the left side of the glade. These were parted by + a delicate hand, and through the opening appeared the slight figure of a + page. It was Maid Marian, come back again to the greenwood! + </p> + <p> + She advanced, unconscious alike of Robin’s horrified gaze and the evil + fury of the stag. + </p> + <p> + She was directly in line with the animal, so Robin dared not launch an + arrow. Her own bow was slung across her shoulder, and her small sword + would be useless against the beast’s charge. But now as she caught sight + of the stag she pursed her lips as though she would whistle to it. + </p> + <p> + “For the love of God, dear lady!” cried Robin; and then the words died in + his throat. + </p> + <p> + With a savage snort of rage, the beast rushed at this new and inviting + target—rushed so swiftly and from so short a distance that she could + not defend herself. She sprang to one side as it charged down upon her, + but a side blow from its antlers stretched her upon the ground. The stag + stopped, turned, and lowered its head preparing to gore her to death. + </p> + <p> + Already its cruel horns were coming straight for her, while she, white of + face and bewildered by the sudden attack, was struggling to rise and draw + her sword. A moment more and the end would come. But the sharp voice of + Robin and already spoken. + </p> + <p> + “Down, Marian!” he cried, and the girl instinctively obeyed, just as the + shaft from Robin’s bow went whizzing close above her head and struck with + terrific force full in the center of the stag’s forehead. + </p> + <p> + The beast stumbled in its charge and fell dead, across the body of the + fainting maid. + </p> + <p> + Robin was quickly by her side, and dragged the beast from off the girl. + </p> + <p> + Picking her up in his strong arms, he bore her swiftly to the side of one + of the many brooks which watered the vale. + </p> + <p> + He dashed cool water upon her face, roughly almost, in his agony of fear + that the she was already dead, and he could have shed tears of joy to see + those poor, closed eyelids tremble. He redoubled his efforts; and + presently she gave a little gasp. + </p> + <p> + “Where am I? What is’t?” + </p> + <p> + “You are in Sherwood, dear maid, tho’, i’ faith, we gave you a rude + reception!” + </p> + <p> + She opened her eyes and sat up. “Methinks you have rescued me from sudden + danger, sir,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Then she recognized Robin for the first time, and a radiant smile came + over her face, together with the rare blush of returned vitality, and her + head sank upon his shoulder with a little tremble and sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Robin, it is you!” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, ‘tis I. Thank heaven, I was at hand to do you service!” Robin’s + tones were deep and full of feeling. “I swear, dear Marian, that I will + not let you from my care henceforth.” + </p> + <p> + Not another word was spoken for some moments, while her head still rested + confidingly upon his breast. Then recollecting, he suddenly cried: + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy, I make but a poor nurse! I have not even asked if any of your + bones were broken.” + </p> + <p> + “No, not any,” she answered springing lightly to her feet to show him. + </p> + <p> + “That foolish dizziness o’ercame me for the nonce, but we can now proceed + on our way.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I meant not that,” he protested; “why should we haste? First tell me + of the news in London town, and of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + So she told him how that the Prince had seized upon her father’s lands, + and had promised to restore them to her if she would listen to his suit; + and how that she knew he meant her no good, for he was even then suing for + a Princess’s hand. + </p> + <p> + “That is all, Robin,” she ended simply; “and that is why I donned again my + page’s costume and came to you in the greenwood.” + </p> + <p> + Robin’s brow had grown fiercely black at the recital of her wrong; and he + had laid stern hand upon the hilt of his sword. “By this sword which Queen + Eleanor gave me!” he said impetuously; “and which was devoted to the + service of all womankind, I take oath that Prince John and all his armies + shall not harm you!” + </p> + <p> + So that is how Maid Marian came to take up her abode in the greenwood, + where the whole band of yeomen welcomed her gladly and swore fealty; and + where the sweet lady of Allan-a-Dale made her fully at home. + </p> + <p> + But this was a day of deeds in Sherwood Forest, and we ‘gan to tell you + another happening which led to later events. + </p> + <p> + While Robin and Marian were having their encounter with the stag, Little + John, Much the miller’s son, and Will Scarlet had sallied forth to watch + the highroad leading to Barnesdale, if perchance they might find some + haughty knight or fat priest whose wallet needed lightening. + </p> + <p> + They had scarcely watched the great road known as Watling Street which + runs from Dover in Kent to Chester town—for many minutes, when they + espied a knight riding by in a very forlorn and careless manner. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + All dreary was his semblance, + And little was his pride, + His one + foot in the stirrup stood, + His other waved beside. + + His visor hung down o’er his eyes, + He rode in single array, + A sorrier man than he was one + Rode never in summer’s day. +</pre> + <p> + Little John came up to the knight and bade him stay; for who can judge of + a man’s wealth by his looks? The outlaw bent his knee in all courtesy, and + prayed him to accept the hospitality of the forest. + </p> + <p> + “My master expects you to dine with him, to-day,” quoth he, “and indeed + has been fasting while awaiting your coming, these three hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is your master?” asked the knight. + </p> + <p> + “None other than Robin Hood,” replied Little John, laying his hand upon + the knight’s bridle. + </p> + <p> + Seeing the other two outlaws approaching, the knight shrugged his + shoulders, and replied indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis clear that your invitation is too urgent to admit of refusal,” quoth + he, “and I go with you right willingly, my friends. My purpose was to have + dined to-day at Blyth or Doncaster; but nothing matters greatly.” + </p> + <p> + So in the same lackadaisical fashion which had marked all his actions that + day, the knight suffered his horse to be led to the rendezvous of the band + in the greenwood. + </p> + <p> + Marian had not yet had time to change her page’s attire, when the three + escorts of the knight hove in sight. She recognized their captive as Sir + Richard of the Lea, whom she had often seen at court; and fearing lest he + might recognize her, she would have fled. But Robin asked her, with a + twinkle, if she would not like to play page that day, and she in roguish + mood consented to do so. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome, Sir Knight,” said Robin, courteously. “You are come in good + time, for we were just preparing to sit down to meat.” + </p> + <p> + “God save and thank you, good master Robin,” returned the knight; “and all + your company. It likes me well to break the fast with you.” + </p> + <p> + So while his horse was cared for, the knight laid aside his own heavy + gear, and laved his face and hands, and sat down with Robin and all his + men to a most plentiful repast of venison, swans, pheasants, various small + birds, cake and ale. And Marian stood behind Robin and filled his cup and + that of the guest. + </p> + <p> + After eating right heartily of the good cheer, the knight brightened up + greatly and vowed that he had not enjoyed so good a dinner for nigh three + weeks. He also said that if ever Robin and his fellows should come to his + domains, he would strive to set them down to as good a dinner on his own + behalf. + </p> + <p> + But this was not exactly the sort of payment which Robin had expected to + receive. He thanked the knight, therefore, in set phrase, but reminded him + that a yeoman like himself might hardly offer such a dinner to a knight as + a gift of charity. + </p> + <p> + “I have no money, Master Robin,” answered the knight frankly. “I have so + little of the world’s goods, in sooth, that I should be ashamed to offer + you the whole of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Money, however little, always jingles merrily in our pockets,” said + Robin, smiling. “Pray you tell me what you deem a little sum.” + </p> + <p> + “I have of my own ten silver pennies,” said the knight. “Here they are, + and I wish they were ten times as many.” + </p> + <p> + He handed Little John his pouch, and Robin nodded carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “What say you to the total, Little John?” he asked as though in jest. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis true enough, as the worthy knight hath said,” responded the big + fellow gravely emptying the contents on his cloak. + </p> + <p> + Robin signed to Marian, who filled a bumper of wine for himself and his + guest. + </p> + <p> + “Pledge me, Sir Knight!” cried the merry outlaw; “and pledge me heartily, + for these sorry times. I see that your armor is bent and that your clothes + are torn. Yet methinks I saw you at court, once upon a day, and in more + prosperous guise. Tell me now, were you a yeoman and made a knight by + force? Or, have you been a bad steward to yourself, and wasted your + property in lawsuits and the like? Be not bashful with us. We shall not + betray your secrets.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a Saxon knight in my own right; and I have always lived a sober and + quiet life,” the sorrowful guest replied. “‘Tis true you have seen me at + court, mayhap, for I was an excited witness of your shooting before King + Harry—God rest his bones! My name is Sir Richard of the Lea, and I + dwell in a castle, not a league from one of the gates of Nottingham, which + has belonged to my father, and his father, and his father’s father before + him. Within two or three years ago my neighbors might have told you that a + matter of four hundred pounds one way or the other was as naught to me. + But now I have only these ten pennies of silver, and my wife and son.” + </p> + <p> + “In what manner have you lost your riches?” asked Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Through folly and kindness,” said the knight, sighing. “I went with King + Richard upon a crusade, from which I am but lately returned, in time to + find my son—a goodly youth—grown up. He was but twenty, yet he + had achieved a squire’s training and could play prettily in jousts and + tournaments and other knightly games. But about this time he had the ill + luck to push his sport too far, and did accidentally kill a knight in the + open lists. To save the boy, I had to sell my lands and mortgage my + ancestral castle; and this not being enough, in the end I have had to + borrow money, at a ruinous interest, from my lord of Hereford.” + </p> + <p> + “A most worthy Bishop,” said Robin ironically. “What is the sum of your + debt?” + </p> + <p> + “Four hundred pounds,” said Sir Richard, “and the Bishop swears he will + foreclose the mortgage if they are not paid promptly.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any friends who would become surety for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not one. If good King Richard were here, the tale might be otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “Fill your goblet again, Sir Knight,” said Robin; and he turned to whisper + a word in Marian’s ear. She nodded and drew Little John and Will Scarlet + aside and talked earnestly with them, in a low tone. + </p> + <p> + “Here is health and prosperity to you, gallant Robin,” said Sir Richard, + tilting his goblet. “I hope I may pay your cheer more worthily, the next + time I ride by.” + </p> + <p> + Will Scarlet and Little John had meanwhile fallen in with Marian’s idea, + for they consulted the other outlaws, who nodded their heads. Thereupon + Little John and Will Scarlet went into the cave near by and presently + returned bearing a bag of gold. This they counted out before the + astonished knight; and there were four times one hundred gold pieces in + it. + </p> + <p> + “Take this loan from us, Sir Knight, and pay your debt to the Bishop,” + then said Robin. “Nay, no thanks; you are but exchanging creditors. Mayhap + we shall not be so hard upon you as the Christian Bishop; yet, again we + may be harder. Who can tell?” + </p> + <p> + There were actual tears in Sir Richard’s eyes, as he essayed to thank the + foresters. But at this juncture, Much, the miller’s son, came from the + cave dragging a bale of cloth. “The knight should have a suit worthy of + his rank, master—think you not so?” + </p> + <p> + “Measure him twenty ells of it,” ordered Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Give him a good horse, also,” whispered Marian. “‘Tis a gift which will + come back four-fold, for this is a worthy man. I know him well.” + </p> + <p> + So the horse was given, also, and Robin bade Arthur-a-Bland ride with the + knight as far as his castle, as esquire. + </p> + <p> + The knight was sorrowful no longer; yet he could hardly voice his thanks + through his broken utterance. And having spent the night in rest, after + listening to Allan-a-Dale’s singing, he mounted his new steed the + following morning an altogether different man. + </p> + <p> + “God save you, comrades, and keep you all!” said he, with deep feeling in + his tones; “and give me a grateful heart!” + </p> + <p> + “We shall wait for you twelve months from to-day, here in this place,” + said Robin, shaking him by the hand; “and then you will repay us the loan, + if you have been prospered.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall return it to you within the year, upon my honor as Sir Richard of + the Lea. And for all time, pray count on me as a steadfast friend.” + </p> + <p> + So saying the knight and his esquire rode down the forest glade till they + were lost to view. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE BISHOP WAS DINED + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O what is the matter?” then said the Bishop, + “Or for whom do you make this a-do? + Or why do you kill the King’s venison, + When your company is so few?” + + “We are shepherds,” quoth bold Robin Hood, + “And we keep sheep all the year, + And we are disposed to be merrie this day, + And to kill of the King’s fat deer.” + </pre> + <p> + Not many days after Sir Richard of the Lea came to Sherwood Forest, word + reached Robin Hood’s ears that my lord Bishop of Hereford would be riding + that way betimes on that morning. ‘Twas Arthur-a-Bland, the knight’s + quondam esquire, who brought the tidings, and Robin’s face brightened as + he heard it. + </p> + <p> + “Now, by our Lady!” quoth he, “I have long desired to entertain my lord in + the greenwood, and this is too fair a chance to let slip. Come, my men, + kill me a venison; kill me a good fat deer. The Bishop of Hereford is to + dine with me today, and he shall pay well for his cheer.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall we dress it here, as usual?” asked Much, the miller’s son. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, we play a droll game on the churchman. We will dress it by the + highway side, and watch for the Bishop narrowly, lest he should ride some + other way.” + </p> + <p> + So Robin gave his orders, and the main body of his men dispersed to + different parts of the forest, under Will Stutely and Little John, to + watch other roads; while Robin Hood himself took six of his men, including + Will Scarlet, and Much, and posted himself in full view of the main road. + This little company appeared funny enough, I assure you, for they had + disguised themselves as shepherds. Robin had an old wool cap, with a tail + to it, hanging over his ear, and a shock of hair stood straight up through + a hole in the top. Besides there was so much dirt on his face that you + would never have known him. An old tattered cloak over his hunter’s garb + completed his make-up. The others were no less ragged and unkempt, even + the foppish Will Scarlet being so badly run down at the heel that the + court ladies would hardly have had speech with him. + </p> + <p> + They quickly provided themselves with a deer and made great preparations + to cook it over a small fire, when a little dust was seen blowing along + the highway, and out of it came the portly Bishop cantering along with ten + men-at-arms at his heels. As soon as he saw the fancied shepherds he + spurred up his horse, and came straight toward them. + </p> + <p> + “Who are ye, fellows, who make so free with the King’s deer?” he asked + sharply. + </p> + <p> + “We are shepherds,” answered Robin Hood, pulling at his forelock + awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven have mercy! Ye seem a sorry lot of shepherds. But who gave you + leave to cease eating mutton?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis one of our feast days, lording, and we were disposed to be merry + this day, and make free with a deer, out here where they are so many.” + </p> + <p> + “By me faith, the King shall hear of this. Who killed yon beast?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me first your name, excellence, so that I may speak where ‘tis + fitting,” replied Robin stubbornly. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis my lord Bishop of Hereford, fellow!” interposed one of the guards + fiercely. “See that you keep a civil tongue in your head.” + </p> + <p> + “If ‘tis a churchman,” retorted Will Scarlet, “he would do better to mind + his own flocks rather than concern himself with ours.” + </p> + <p> + “Ye are saucy fellows, in sooth,” cried the Bishop, “and we will see if + your heads will pay for your manners. Come! quit your stolen roast and + march along with me, for you shall be brought before the Sheriff of + Nottingham forthwith.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon, excellence!” said Robin, dropping on his knees. “Pardon, I pray + you. It becomes not your lordship’s coat to take so many lives away.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, I’ll pardon you!” said the Bishop. “I’ll pardon you, when I see + you hanged! Seize upon them, my men!” + </p> + <p> + But Robin had already sprung away with his back against a tree. And from + underneath his ragged cloak he drew his trusty horn and winded the + piercing notes which were wont to summon the band. + </p> + <p> + The Bishop no sooner saw this action than he knew his man, and that there + was a trap set; and being an arrant coward, he wheeled his horse sharply + and would have made off down the road; but his own men, spurred on the + charge, blocked his way. At almost the same instant the bushes round about + seemed literally to become alive with outlaws. Little John’s men came from + one side and Will Stutely’s from the other. In less time than it takes to + tell it, the worthy Bishop found himself a prisoner, and began to crave + mercy from the men he had so lately been ready to sentence. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O pardon, O pardon,” said the Bishop, + “O pardon, I you pray. + For if I had known it had been you, + I’d have gone some other way.” + </pre> + <p> + “I owe you no pardon,” retorted Robin, “but I will e’en treat you better + than you would have treated me. Come, make haste, and go along with me. I + have already planned that you shall dine with me this day.” + </p> + <p> + So the unwilling prelate was dragged away, cheek by jowl, with the + half-cooked venison upon the back of his own horse; and Robin and his band + took charge of the whole company and led them through the forest glades + till they came to an open space near Barnesdale. + </p> + <p> + Here they rested, and Robin gave the Bishop a seat full courteously. Much + the miller’s son fell to roasting the deer afresh, while another and + fatter beast was set to frizzle on the other side of the fire. Presently + the appetizing odor of the cooking reached the Bishop’s nostrils, and he + sniffed it eagerly. The morning’s ride had made him hungry; and he was + nothing loath when they bade him come to the dinner. Robin gave him the + best place beside himself, and the Bishop prepared to fall to. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, my lord, craving your pardon, but we are accustomed to have grace + before meat,” said Robin decorously. “And as our own chaplain is not with + us to-day, will you be good enough to say it for us?” + </p> + <p> + The Bishop reddened, but pronounced grace in the Latin tongue hastily, and + then settled himself to make the best of his lot. Red wines and ale were + brought forth and poured out, each man having a horn tankard from which to + drink. + </p> + <p> + Laughter bubbled among the diners, and the Bishop caught himself smiling + at more than one jest. But who, in sooth, could resist a freshly broiled + venison streak eaten out in the open air to the tune of jest and good + fellowship? Stutely filled the Bishop’s beaker with wine each time he + emptied it, and the Bishop got mellower and mellower as the afternoon + shades lengthened on toward sunset. Then the approaching dusk warned him + of his position. + </p> + <p> + “I wish, mine host,” quoth he gravely to Robin, who had soberly drunk but + one cup of ale, “that you would now call a reckoning. ‘Tis late, and I + fear the cost of this entertainment may be more than my poor purse can + stand.” + </p> + <p> + For he bethought himself of his friend, the Sheriff’s former experience. + </p> + <p> + “Verily, your lordship,” said Robin, scratching his head, “I have enjoyed + your company so much, that I scarce know how to charge for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Lend me your purse, my lord,” said Little John, interposing, “and I’ll + give you the reckoning by and by.” The Bishop shuddered. He had collected + Sir Richard’s debt only that morning, and was even then carrying it home. + </p> + <p> + “I have but a few silver pennies of my own,” he whined; “and as for the + gold in my saddle-bags, ‘tis for the church. Ye surely would not levy upon + the church, good friends.” + </p> + <p> + But Little John was already gone to the saddle-bags, and returning he laid + the Bishop’s cloak upon the ground, and poured out of the portmantua a + matter of four hundred glittering gold pieces. ‘Twas the identical money + which Robin had lent Sir Richard a short while before! + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Robin, as though an idea had but just then come to him. “The + church is always willing to aid in charity. And seeing this goodly sum + reminds me that I have a friend who is indebted to a churchman for this + exact amount. Now we shall charge you nothing on our own account; but + suffer us to make use of this in aiding my good friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay,” began the Bishop with a wry face, “this is requiting me ill + indeed. Was this not the King’s meat, after all, that we feasted upon? + Furthermore, I am a poor man.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor forsooth!” answered Robin in scorn. “You are the Bishop of Hereford, + and does not the whole countryside speak of your oppression? Who does not + know of your cruelty to the poor and ignorant—you who should use + your great office to aid them, instead of oppress? Have you not been + guilty of far greater robbery than this, even though less open? Of myself, + and how you have pursued me, I say nothing; nor of your unjust enmity + against my father. But on account of those you have despoiled and + oppressed, I take this money, and will use it far more worthily than you + would. God be my witness in this! There is an end of the matter, unless + you will lead us in a song or dance to show that your body had a better + spirit than your mind. Come, strike up the harp, Allan!” + </p> + <p> + “Neither the one nor the other will I do,” snarled the Bishop. + </p> + <p> + “Faith, then we must help you,” said Little John; and he and + Arthur-a-Bland seized the fat struggling churchman and commenced to hop up + and down. The Bishop being shorter must perforce accompany them in their + gyrations; while the whole company sat and rolled about over the ground, + and roared to see my lord of Hereford’s queer capers. At last he sank in a + heap, fuddled with wine and quite exhausted. + </p> + <p> + Little John picked him up as though he were a log of wood and carrying him + to his horse, set him astride facing the animal’s tail; and thus fastened + him, leading the animal toward the highroad and, starting the Bishop, more + dead than alive, toward Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE BISHOP WENT OUTLAW-HUNTING + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The Bishop he came to the old woman’s house, + And called with furious mood, + “Come let me soon see, and bring unto me + That traitor, Robin Hood.” + </pre> + <p> + The easy success with which they had got the better of the good Bishop led + Robin to be a little careless. He thought that his guest was too great a + coward to venture back into the greenwood for many a long day; and so + after lying quiet for one day, the outlaw ventured boldly upon the + highway, the morning of the second. But he had gone only half a mile when, + turning a sharp bend in the road, he plunged full upon the prelate + himself. + </p> + <p> + My lord of Hereford had been so deeply smitten in his pride, that he had + lost no time in summoning a considerable body of the Sheriff’s men, + offering to double the reward if Robin Hood could be come upon. This + company was now at his heels, and after the first shock of mutual + surprise, the Bishop gave an exultant shout and spurred upon the outlaw. + </p> + <p> + It was too late for Robin to retreat by the way he had come, but quick as + a flash he sprang to one side of the road, dodged under some bushes, and + disappeared so suddenly that his pursuers thought he had truly been + swallowed up by magic. + </p> + <p> + “After him!” yelled the Bishop; “some of you beat up the woods around him, + while the rest of us will keep on the main road and head him off on the + other side!” + </p> + <p> + For, truth to tell, the Bishop did not care to trust his bones away from + the highroad. + </p> + <p> + About a mile away, on the other side of this neck of woods, wherein Robin + had been trapped, was a little tumbledown cottage. ‘Twas where the widow + lived, whose three sons had been rescued. Robin remembered the cottage and + saw his one chance to escape. + </p> + <p> + Doubling in and out among the underbrush and heather with the agility of a + hare, he soon came out of the wood in the rear of the cottage, and thrust + his head through a tiny window. + </p> + <p> + The widow, who had been at her spinning wheel, rose up with a cry of + alarm. + </p> + <p> + “Quiet, good mother! ‘Tis I, Robin Hood. Where are your three sons?” + </p> + <p> + “They should be with you, Robin. Well do you know that. Do they not owe + their lives to you?” + </p> + <p> + “If that be so, I come to seek payment of the debt,” said Robin in a + breath. “The Bishop is on my heels with many of his men.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll cheat the Bishop and all!” cried the woman quickly. “Here, Robin, + change your raiment with me, and we will see if my lord knows an old woman + when he sees her.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” said Robin. “Pass your gray cloak out the window, and also your + spindle and twine; and I will give you my green mantle and everything else + down to my bow and arrows.” + </p> + <p> + While they were talking, Robin had been nimbly changing clothes with the + old woman, through the window, and in a jiffy he stood forth complete, + even to the spindle and twine. + </p> + <p> + Presently up dashed the Bishop and his men, and, at sight of the cottage + and the old woman, gave pause. The crone was hobbling along with + difficulty, leaning heavily upon a gnarled stick and bearing the spindle + on her other arm. She would have gone by the Bishop’s company, while + muttering to herself, but the Bishop ordered one of his men to question + her. The soldier laid his hand upon her shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Mind your business!” croaked the woman, “or I’ll curse ye!” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, my good woman,” said the soldier, who really was afraid of + her curses. “I’ll not molest you. But my lord Bishop of Hereford wants to + know if you have seen aught of the outlaw, Robin Hood?” + </p> + <p> + “And why shouldn’t I see him?” she whined. “Where’s the King or law to + prevent good Robin from coming to see me and bring me food and raiment? + That’s more than my lord Bishop will do, I warrant ye!” + </p> + <p> + “Peace, woman!” said the Bishop harshly. “We want none of your opinions. + But we’ll take you to Barnesdale and burn you for a witch if you do not + instantly tell us when you last saw Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Mercy, good my lord!” chattered the crone, falling on her knees. + </p> + <p> + “Robin is there in my cottage now, but you’ll never take him alive.” + </p> + <p> + “We’ll see about that,” cried the Bishop triumphantly. “Enter the cottage, + my men. Fire it, if need be. But I’ll give a purse of gold pieces, above + the reward, to the man who captures the outlaw alive.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman, being released, went on her way slowly. But it might have + been noticed that the farther she got away from the company and the nearer + to the edge of the woods, the swifter and straighter grew her pace. Once + inside the shelter of the forest she broke into a run of surprising + swiftness. + </p> + <p> + “Gadzooks!” exclaimed Little John who presently spied her. “Who comes + here? Never saw I witch or woman run so fast. Methinks I’ll send an arrow + close over her head to see which it is.” + </p> + <p> + “O hold your hand! hold your hand!” panted the supposed woman. “‘Tis I, + Robin Hood. Summon the yeomen and return with me speedily. We have still + another score to settle with my lord of Hereford.” + </p> + <p> + When Little John could catch his breath from laughing, he winded his horn. + </p> + <p> + “Now, mistress Robin,” quoth he, grinning. “Lead on! We’ll be close to + your heels.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, back at the widow’s cottage the Bishop was growing more furious + every moment. For all his bold words, he dared not fire the house, and the + sturdy door had thus far resisted all his men’s efforts. + </p> + <p> + “Break it down! Break it down!” he shouted, “and let me soon see who will + fetch out that traitor, Robin Hood!” + </p> + <p> + At last the door crashed in and the men stood guard on the threshold. But + not one dared enter for fear a sharp arrow should meet him halfway. + </p> + <p> + “Here he is!” cried one keen-eyed fellow, peering in. “I see him in the + corner by the cupboard. Shall we slay him with our pikes?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said the Bishop, “take him alive if you can. We’ll make the biggest + public hanging of this that the shire ever beheld.” + </p> + <p> + But the joy of the Bishop over his capture was short lived. Down the road + came striding the shabby figure of the old woman who had helped him set + the trap; and very wrathy was she when she saw that the cottage door had + been battered in. + </p> + <p> + “Stand by, you lazy rascals!” she called to the soldiers. “May all the + devils catch ye for hurting an old woman’s hut. Stand by, I say!” + </p> + <p> + “Hold your tongue!” ordered the Bishop. “These are my men and carrying out + my orders.” + </p> + <p> + “God-mercy!” swore the beldame harshly. “Things have come to a pretty pass + when our homes may be treated like common gaols. Couldn’t all your men + catch one poor forester without this ado? Come! clear out, you and your + robber, on the instant, or I’ll curse every mother’s son of ye, eating and + drinking and sleeping!” + </p> + <p> + “Seize on the hag!” shouted the Bishop, as soon as he could get in a word. + “We’ll see about a witch’s cursing. Back to town she shall go, alongside + of Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so fast, your worship!” she retorted, clapping her hands. + </p> + <p> + And at the signal a goodly array of greenwood men sprang forth from all + sides of the cottage, with bows drawn back threateningly. The Bishop saw + that his men were trapped again, for they dared not stir. Nathless, he + determined to make a fight for it. + </p> + <p> + “If one of you but budge an inch toward me, you rascals,” he cried, “it + shall sound the death of your master, Robin Hood! My men have him here + under their pikes, and I shall command them to kill him without mercy.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, I should like to see the Robin you have caught,” said a clear + voice from under the widow’s cape; and the outlaw chief stood forth with + bared head, smilingly. “Here am I, my lord, in no wise imperiled by your + men’s fierce pikes. So let us see whom you have been guarding so well.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman who, in the garb of Robin Hood, had been lying quiet in the + cottage through all the uproar, jumped up nimbly at this. In the bald + absurdity of her disguise she came to the doorway and bowed to the Bishop. + </p> + <p> + “Give you good-den, my lord Bishop,” she piped in a shrill voice; “and + what does your Grace at my humble door? Do you come to bless me and give + me alms?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, that does he,” answered Robin. “We shall see if his saddle-bags + contain enough to pay you for that battered door.” + </p> + <p> + “Now by all the saints—” began the Bishop. + </p> + <p> + “Take care; they are all watching you,” interrupted Robin; “so name them + not upon your unchurchly lips. But I will trouble you to hand over that + purse of gold you had saved to pay for my head.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll see you hanged first!” raged the Bishop, stating no more than what + would have been so, if he could do the ordering of things. “Have at them, + my men, and hew them down in their tracks!” + </p> + <p> + “Hold!” retorted Robin. “See how we have you at our mercy.” And aiming a + sudden shaft he shot so close to the Bishop’s head that it carried away + both his hat and the skull-cap which he always wore, leaving him quite + bald. + </p> + <p> + The prelate turned as white as his shiny head and clutched wildly at his + ears. He thought himself dead almost. + </p> + <p> + “Help! Murder!” he gasped. “Do not shoot again! Here’s your purse of + gold!” + </p> + <p> + And without waiting for further parley he fairly bolted down the road. + </p> + <p> + His men being left leaderless had nothing for it but to retreat after him, + which they did in sullen order, covered by the bows of the yeomen. And + thus ended the Bishop of Hereford’s great outlaw-hunt in the forest. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <h3> + HOW THE SHERIFF HELD ANOTHER SHOOTING MATCH + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “To tell the truth, I’m well informed + Yon match it is a wile; + The Sheriff, I know, devises this + Us archers to beguile.” + </pre> + <p> + Now the Sheriff was so greatly troubled in heart over the growing power of + Robin Hood, that he did a very foolish thing. He went to London town to + lay his troubles before the King and get another force of troops to cope + with the outlaws. King Richard was not yet returned from the Holy Land, + but Prince John heard him with scorn. + </p> + <p> + “Pooh!” said he, shrugging his shoulders. “What have I to do with all + this? Art thou not sheriff for me? The law is in force to take thy course + of them that injure thee. Go, get thee gone, and by thyself devise some + tricking game to trap these rebels; and never let me see thy face at court + again until thou hast a better tale to tell.” + </p> + <p> + So away went the Sheriff in sorrier pass than ever, and cudgeled his + brain, on the way home, for some plan of action. + </p> + <p> + His daughter met him on his return and saw at once that he had been on a + poor mission. She was minded to upbraid him when she learned what he had + told the Prince. But the words of the latter started her to thinking + afresh. + </p> + <p> + “I have it!” she exclaimed at length. “Why should we not hold another + shooting-match? ‘Tis Fair year, as you know, and another tourney will be + expected. Now we will proclaim a general amnesty, as did King Harry + himself, and say that the field is open and unmolested to all comers. + Belike Robin Hood’s men will be tempted to twang the bow, and then—” + </p> + <p> + “And then,” said the Sheriff jumping up with alacrity, “we shall see on + which side of the gate they stop over-night!” + </p> + <p> + So the Sheriff lost no time in proclaiming a tourney, to be held that same + Fall at the Fair. It was open to all comers, said the proclamation, and + none should be molested in their going and coming. Furthermore, an arrow + with a golden head and shaft of silver-white should be given to the + winner, who would be heralded abroad as the finest archer in all the North + Countree. Also, many rich prizes were to be given to other clever archers. + </p> + <p> + These tidings came in due course to Robin Hood, under the greenwood tree, + and fired his impetuous spirit. + </p> + <p> + “Come, prepare ye, my merry men all,” quoth he, “and we’ll go to the Fair + and take some part in this sport.” + </p> + <p> + With that stepped forth the merry cobbler, David of Doncaster. + </p> + <p> + “Master,” quoth he, “be ruled by me and stir not from the greenwood. To + tell the truth, I’m well informed yon match is naught but a trap. I know + the Sheriff has devised it to beguile us archers into some treachery.” + </p> + <p> + “That word savors of the coward,” replied Robin, “and pleases me not. Let + come what will, I’ll try my skill at that same archery.” + </p> + <p> + Then up spoke Little John and said: “Come, listen to me how it shall be + that we will not be discovered.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Our mantles all of Lincoln-green + Behind us we will leave; + We’ll dress us all so several, + They shall not us perceive.” + + “One shall wear white, another red, + One yellow, another blue; + Thus in disguise to the exercise + We’ll go, whate’er ensue.” + </pre> + <p> + This advice met with general favor from the adventurous fellows, and they + lost no time in putting it into practice. Maid Marian and Mistress Dale, + assisted by Friar Tuck, prepared some vari-colored costumes, and ‘gainst + the Fair day had fitted out the sevenscore men till you would never have + taken them for other than villagers decked for the holiday. + </p> + <p> + And forth went they from the greenwood, with hearts all firm and stout, + resolved to meet the Sheriff’s men and have a merry bout. Along the + highway they fell in with many other bold fellows from the countryside, + going with their ruddy-cheeked lasses toward the wide-open gates of + Nottingham. + </p> + <p> + So in through the gates trooped the whole gay company, Robin’s men + behaving as awkwardly and laughing and talking as noisily as the rest; + while the Sheriff’s scowling men-at-arms stood round about and sought to + find one who looked like a forester, but without avail. + </p> + <p> + The herald now set forth the terms of the contest, as on former occasions, + and the shooting presently began. Robin had chosen five of his men to + shoot with him, and the rest were to mingle with the crowd and also watch + the gates. These five were Little John, Will Scarlet, Will Stutely, Much, + and Allan-a-Dale’. + </p> + <p> + The other competitors made a brave showing on the first round, especially + Gilbert of the White Hand, who was present and never shot better. The + contest later narrowed down between Gilbert and Robin. But at the first + lead, when the butts were struck so truly by various well known archers, + the Sheriff was in doubt whether to feel glad or sorry. He was glad to see + such skill, but sorry that the outlaws were not in it. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Some said, “If Robin Hood were here, + And all his men to boot, + Sure none of them could pass these men, + So bravely do they shoot.” + </pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +“Aye,” quoth the Sheriff, and scratched his head, + + “I thought he would be here; + I thought he would, but tho’ he’s bold, + He durst not now appear.” + </pre> + <p> + This word was privately brought to Robin by David of Doncaster, and the + saying vexed him sorely. But he bit his lip in silence. + </p> + <p> + “Ere long,” he thought to himself, “we shall see whether Robin Hood be + here or not!” + </p> + <p> + Meantime the shooting had been going forward, and Robin’s men had done so + well that the air was filled with shouts. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + One cried, “Blue jacket!” another cried, “Brown!” + And a third cried, “Brave Yellow!” + But the fourth man said, “Yon man in red + In this place has no fellow.” + + For that was Robin Hood himself, + For he was clothed in red, + At every shot the prize he got, + For he was both sure and dead. +</pre> + <p> + Thus went the second round of the shooting, and thus the third and last, + till even Gilbert of the White Hand was fairly beaten. During all this + shooting, Robin exchanged no word with his men, each treating the other as + a perfect stranger. Nathless, such great shooting could not pass without + revealing the archers. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff thought he discovered, in the winner of the golden arrow, the + person of Robin Hood without peradventure. So he sent word privately for + his men-at-arms to close round the group. But Robin’s men also got wind of + the plan. + </p> + <p> + To keep up appearances, the Sheriff summoned the crowd to form in a + circle; and after as much delay as possible the arrow was presented. The + delay gave time enough for the soldiers to close in. As Robin received his + prize, bowed awkwardly, and turned away, the Sheriff, letting his zeal get + the better of his discretion, grasped him about the neck and called upon + his men to arrest the traitor. + </p> + <p> + But the moment the Sheriff touched Robin, he received such a buffet on the + side of his head that he let go instantly and fell back several paces. + Turning to see who had struck him, he recognized Little John. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, rascal Greenleaf, I have you now!” he exclaimed springing at him. + Just then, however, he met a new check. + </p> + <p> + “This is from another of your devoted servants!” said a voice which he + knew to be that of Much the miller’s son; and “Thwack!” went his open palm + upon the Sheriff’s cheek sending that worthy rolling over and over upon + the ground. + </p> + <p> + By this time the conflict had become general, but the Sheriff’s men + suffered the disadvantage of being hampered by the crowd of innocent + on-lookers, whom they could not tell from the outlaws and so dared not + attack; while the other outlaws in the rear fell upon them and put them in + confusion. + </p> + <p> + For a moment a fierce rain of blows ensued; then the clear bugle-note from + Robin ordered a retreat. The two warders at the nearest gate tried to + close it, but were shot dead in their tracks. David of Doncaster threw a + third soldier into the moat; and out through the gate went the foresters + in good order, keeping a respectful distance between themselves and the + advancing soldiery, by means of their well-directed shafts. + </p> + <p> + But the fight was not to go easily this day, for the soldiery, smarting + from their recent discomfiture at the widow’s cottage, and knowing that + the eyes of the whole shire were upon them, fought well, and pressed + closely after the retreating outlaws. More than one ugly wound was given + and received. No less than five of the Sheriff’s men were killed outright, + and a dozen others injured; while four of Robin’s men were bleeding from + severe flesh cuts. + </p> + <p> + Then Little John, who had fought by the side of his chief, suddenly fell + forward with a slight moan. An arrow had pierced his knee. Robin seized + the big fellow with almost superhuman strength. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Up he took him on his back, + And bare him well a mile; + Many a time he laid him down, + And shot another while. +</pre> + <p> + Meanwhile Little John grew weaker and closed his eyes; at last he sank to + the ground, and feebly motioned Robin to let him lie. “Master Robin,” said + he, “have I not served you well, ever since we met upon the bridge?” + </p> + <p> + “Truer servant never man had,” answered Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Then if ever you loved me, and for the sake of that service, draw your + bright brown sword and strike off my head; never let me fall alive into + the hand of the Sheriff of Nottingham.” + </p> + <p> + “Not for all the gold in England would I do either of the things you + suggest.” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid!” cried Arthur-a-Bland, hurrying to the rescue. And packing + his wounded kinsman upon his own broad shoulders, he soon brought him + within the shelter of the forest. + </p> + <p> + Once there, the Sheriff’s men did not follow; and Robin caused litters of + boughs to be made for Little John and the other four wounded men. Quickly + were they carried through the wood until the hermitage of Friar Tuck was + reached, where their wounds were dressed. Little John’s hurt was + pronounced to be the most serious of any, but he was assured that in two + or three weeks’ time he could get about again; whereat the active giant + groaned mightily. + </p> + <p> + That evening consternation came upon the hearts of the band. A careful + roll-call was taken to see it all the yeomen had escaped, when it was + found that Will Stutely was missing, and Maid Marian also was nowhere to + be found. Robin was seized with dread. He knew that Marian had gone to the + Fair, but felt that she would hardly come to grief. Her absence, however, + portended some danger, and he feared that it was connected with Will + Stutely. The Sheriff would hang him speedily and without mercy, if he were + captured. + </p> + <p> + The rest of the band shared their leader’s uneasiness, though they said no + word. They knew that if Will were captured, the battle must be fought over + again the next day, and Will must be saved at any cost. But no man + flinched from the prospect. + </p> + <p> + That evening, while the Sheriff and his wife and daughter sat at meat in + the Mansion House, the Sheriff boasted of how he would make an example of + the captured outlaw; for Stutely had indeed fallen into his hands. + </p> + <p> + “He shall be strung high,” he said, in a loud voice; “and none shall dare + lift a finger. I now have Robin Hood’s men on the run, and we shall soon + see who is master in this shire. I am only sorry that we let them have the + golden arrow.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke a missive sped through a window and fell clattering upon his + plate, causing him to spring back in alarm. + </p> + <p> + It was the golden arrow, and on its feathered shaft was sewed a little + note which read: + </p> + <p> + “This from one who will take no gifts from liars; and who henceforth will + show no mercy. Look well to yourself. R.H.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <h3> + HOW WILL STUTELY WAS RESCUED + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Forth of the greenwood are they gone, + Yea, all courageously, + Resolving to bring Stutely home, + Or every man to die. +</pre> + <p> + The next day dawned bright and sunny. The whole face of nature seemed gay + as if in despite of the tragedy which was soon to take place in the walls + of Nottingham town. The gates were not opened upon this day, for the + Sheriff was determined to carry through the hanging of Will Stutely + undisturbed. No man, therefore, was to be allowed entrance from without, + all that morning and until after the fatal hour of noon, when Will’s soul + was to be launched into eternity. + </p> + <p> + Early in the day Robin had drawn his men to a point, as near as he dared, + in the wood where he could watch the road leading to the East gate. He + himself was clad in a bright scarlet dress, while his men, a goodly array, + wore their suits of sober Lincoln green. They were armed with broadswords, + and ‘each man carried his bow and a full quiver of new arrows, + straightened and sharpened cunningly by Middle, the tinker. Over their + greenwood dress, each man had thrown a rough mantle, making him look not + unlike a friar. + </p> + <p> + “I hold it good, comrades,” then said Robin Hood, “to tarry here in hiding + for a season while we sent some one forth to obtain tidings. For, in + sooth, ‘twill work no good to march upon the gates if they be closed.” + </p> + <p> + “Look, master,” quoth one of the widow’s sons. “There comes a palmer along + the road from the town. Belike he can tell us how the land ties, and if + Stutely be really in jeopardy. Shall I go out and engage him in speech?” + </p> + <p> + “Go,” answered Robin. + </p> + <p> + So Stout Will went out from the band while the others hid themselves and + waited. When he had come close to the palmer, who seemed a slight, + youngish man, he doffed his hat full courteously and said, + </p> + <p> + “I crave your pardon, holy man, but can you tell me tidings of Nottingham + town? Do they intend to put an outlaw to death this day?” + </p> + <p> + “Yea,” answered the palmer sadly. “‘Tis true enough, sorry be the day. I + have passed the very spot where the gallows-tree is going up. ‘Tis out + upon the roadway near the Sheriff’s castle. One, Will Stutely, is to be + hung thereon at noon, and I could not bear the sight, so came away.” + </p> + <p> + The palmer spoke in a muffled voice; and as his hood was pulled well over + his head, Stout Will could not discern what manner of man he was. Over his + shoulder he carried a long staff, with the fashion of a little cross at + one end; and he had sandaled feet like any monk. Stout Will notice idly + that the feet were very small and white, but gave no second thought to the + matter. + </p> + <p> + “Who will shrive the poor wretch, if you have come away from him?” he + asked reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + The question seemed to put a new idea into the palmer’s head. He turned so + quickly that he almost dropped his hood. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think that I should undertake this holy office?” + </p> + <p> + “By Saint Peter and the Blessed Virgin, I do indeed! Else, who will do it? + The Bishop and all his whining clerks may be there, but not one would say + a prayer for his soul.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am only a poor palmer,” the other began hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + “Nathless, your prayers are as good as any and better than some,” replied + Will. + </p> + <p> + “Right gladly would I go,” then said the palmer; “but I fear me I cannot + get into the city. You may know that the gates are fast locked, for this + morning, to all who would come in, although they let any pass out who + will.” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me,” said Stout Will, “and my master will see that you pass + through the gates.” + </p> + <p> + So the palmer pulled his cloak still closer about him and was brought + before Robin Hood, to whom he told all he knew of the situation. He ended + with, + </p> + <p> + “If I may make so bold, I would not try to enter the city from this gate, + as ‘tis closely guarded since yesterday. But on the far side, no attack is + looked for.” + </p> + <p> + “My thanks, gentle palmer,” quoth Robin, “your suggestion is good, and we + will deploy to the gate upon the far side.” + </p> + <p> + So the men marched silently but quickly until they were near to the + western gate. Then Arthur-a-Bland asked leave to go ahead as a scout, and + quietly made his way to a point under the tower by the gate. The moat was + dry on this side, as these were times of peace, and Arthur was further + favored by a stout ivy vine which grew out from an upper window. + </p> + <p> + Swinging himself up boldly by means of this friendly vine, he crept + through the window and in a moment more had sprung upon the warder from + behind and gripped him hard about the throat. The warder had no chance to + utter the slightest sound, and soon lay bound and gagged upon the floor; + while Arthur-a-Bland slipped himself into his uniform and got hold of his + keys. + </p> + <p> + ‘Twas the work of but a few moments more to open the gates, let down the + bridge, and admit the rest of the band; and they lot inside the town so + quietly that none knew of their coming. Fortune also favored them in the + fact that just at this moment the prison doors had been opened for the + march of the condemned man, and every soldier and idle lout in the + market-lace had trooped thither to see him pass along. + </p> + <p> + Presently out came Will Stutely with firm step but dejected air. He looked + eagerly to the right hand and to the left, but saw none of the band. And + though more than one curious face betrayed friendship in it, he knew there + could be no aid from such source. + </p> + <p> + Will’s hands were tied behind his back. He marched between rows of + soldiery, and the Sheriff and the Bishop brought up the rear on horses, + looking mightily puffed up and important over the whole proceeding. He + would show these sturdy rebels—would the Sheriff—whose word + was law! He knew that the gates were tightly fastened; and further he + believed that the outlaws would hardly venture again within the walls, + even if the gates were open. And as he looked around at the fivescore + archers and pikemen who lined the way to the gallows, he smiled with grim + satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + Seeing that no help was nigh, the prisoner paused at the foot of the + scaffold and spoke in a firm tone to the Sheriff. + </p> + <p> + “My lord Sheriff,” quoth he, “since I must needs die, grant me one boon; + for my noble master ne’er yet had a man that was hanged on a tree: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Give me a sword all in my hand, + And let me be unbound, + And with thee and thy men will I fight + Till I lie dead on the ground.” + </pre> + <p> + But the Sheriff would by no means listen to his request; but swore that he + should be hanged a shameful death, and not die by the sword valiantly. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O no, no, no,” the Sheriff said, + “Thou shalt on the gallows die, + Aye, and so shall they master too, + If ever it in me lie.” + + “O dastard coward!” Stutely cried, + “Faint-hearted peasant slave! + If ever my master do thee meet, + Thou shalt thy payment have!” + + “My noble master thee doth scorn, + And all thy cowardly crew, + Such silly imps unable are + Bold Robin to subdue.” + </pre> + <p> + This brave speech was not calculated to soothe the Sheriff. “To the + gallows with him!” he roared, giving a sign to the hangman; and Stutely + was pushed into the rude cart which was to bear him under the gallows + until his neck was leashed. Then the cart would be drawn roughly away and + the unhappy man would swing out over the tail of it into another world. + </p> + <p> + But at this moment came a slight interruption. A boyish-looking palmer + stepped forth, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Your Excellency, let me at least shrive this poor wretch’s soul ere it be + hurled into eternity.” + </p> + <p> + “No!” shouted the Sheriff, “let him die a dog’s death!” + </p> + <p> + “Then his damnation will rest upon you,” said the monk firmly. “You, my + lord Bishop, cannot stand by and see this wrong done.” + </p> + <p> + The Bishop hesitated. Like the Sheriff, he wanted no delay; but the people + were beginning to mutter among themselves and move about uneasily. He said + a few words to the Sheriff, and the latter nodded to the monk + ungraciously. + </p> + <p> + “Perform your duty, Sir Priest,” quoth he, “and be quick about it!” Then + turning to his soldiers. “Watch this palmer narrowly,” he commanded. + “Belike he is in league with those rascally outlaws.” + </p> + <p> + But the palmer paid no heed to his last words. He began to tell his beads + quickly, and to speak in a low voice to the condemned man. But he did not + touch his bonds. + </p> + <p> + Then came another stir in the crowd, and one came pushing through the + press of people and soldiery to come near to the scaffold. + </p> + <p> + “I pray you, Will, before you die, take leave of all your friends!” cried + out the well-known voice of Much, the miller’s son. + </p> + <p> + At the word the palmer stepped back suddenly and looked to one side. The + Sheriff also knew the speaker. + </p> + <p> + “Seize him!” he shouted. “‘Tis another of the crew. He is the villain cook + who once did rob me of my silver plate. We’ll make a double hanging of + this!” + </p> + <p> + “Not so fast, good master Sheriff,” retorted Much. “First catch your man + and then hang him. But meanwhile I would like to borrow my friend of you + awhile.” + </p> + <p> + And with one stroke of his keen hunting-knife he cut the bonds which + fastened the prisoner’s arms, and Stutely leaped lightly from the cart. + </p> + <p> + “Treason!” screamed the Sheriff, getting black with rage. “Catch the + varlets!” + </p> + <p> + So saying he spurred his horse fiercely forward, and rising in his + stirrups brought down his sword with might and main at Much’s head. But + his former cook dodged nimbly underneath the horse and came up on the + other side, while the weapon whistled harmlessly in the air. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Sir Sheriff!” he cried, “I must e’en borrow your sword for the + friend I have borrowed.” + </p> + <p> + Thereupon he snatched the weapon deftly from the Sheriff’s hand. + </p> + <p> + “Here, Stutely!” said he, “the Sheriff has lent you his own sword. Back to + back with me, man, and we’ll teach these knaves a trick or two!” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the soldiers had recovered from their momentary surprise and had + flung themselves into the fray. A clear bugle-note had also sounded the + same which the soldiers had learned to dread. ‘Twas the rallying note of + the green wood men. + </p> + <p> + Cloth yard shafts began to hurtle through the air, and Robin and his men + cast aside their cloaks and sprang forward crying: + </p> + <p> + “Lockesley! Lockesley! a rescue! a rescue!” + </p> + <p> + On the instant, a terrible scene of hand to hand fighting followed. The + Sheriff’s men, though once more taken by surprise, were determined to sell + this rescue dearly. They packed in closely and stubbornly about the + condemned man and Much and the palmer, and it was only by desperate rushes + that the foresters made an opening in the square. Ugly cuts and bruises + were exchanged freely; and lucky was the man who escaped with only these. + Many of the onlookers, who had long hated the Sheriff and felt sympathy + for Robin’s men, also plunged into the conflict—although they could + not well keep out of it, in sooth!—and aided the rescuers no little. + </p> + <p> + At last with a mighty onrush, Robin cleaved a way through the press to the + scaffold itself, and not a second too soon; for two men with pikes had + leaped upon the cart, and were in the act of thrusting down upon the + palmer and Will Stutely. A mighty upward blow from Robin’s good blade sent + the pike flying from the hand of one, while a well-directed arrow from the + outskirt pierced the other fellow’s throat. + </p> + <p> + “God save you, master!” cried Will Stutely joyfully. “I had begun to fear + that I would never see your face again.” + </p> + <p> + “A rescue!” shouted the outlaws afresh, and the soldiery became + fainthearted and ‘gan to give back. But the field was not yet won, for + they retreated in close order toward the East gate, resolved to hem the + attackers within the city walls. Here again, however, they were in error, + since the outlaws did not go out by their nearest gate. They made a sally + in that direction, in order to mislead the soldiery, then abruptly turned + and headed for the West gate, which was still guarded by Arthur-a-Bland. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff’s men raised an exultant shout at this, thinking they had the + enemy trapped. Down they charged after them, but the outlaws made good + their lead, and soon got through the gate and over the bridge which had + been let down by Arthur-a-Bland. + </p> + <p> + Close upon their heels came the soldiers—so close, that Arthur had + no time to close the gate again or raise the bridge. So he threw away his + key and fell in with the yeomen, who now began their retreat up the long + hill to the woods. + </p> + <p> + On this side the town, the road leading to the forest was long and almost + unprotected. The greenwood men were therefore in some distress, for the + archers shot at them from loop-holes in the walls, and the pikemen were + reinforced by a company of mounted men from the castle. But the outlaws + retreated stubbornly and now and again turned to hold their pursuers at + bay by a volley of arrows. Stutely was in their midst, fighting with the + energy of two; and the little palmer was there also, but took no part save + to keep close to Robin’s side and mutter silent words as though in prayer. + </p> + <p> + Robin put his horn to his lips to sound a rally, when a flying arrow from + the enemy pierced his hand. The palmer gave a little cry and sprang + forward. The Sheriff, who followed close with the men on horseback, also + saw the wound and gave a great huzza. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! you will shoot no more bows for a season, master outlaw!” he shouted. + </p> + <p> + “You lie!” retorted Robin fiercely, wrenching the shaft from his hand + despite the streaming blood; “I have saved one shot for you all this day. + Here take it!” + </p> + <p> + And he fitted the same arrow, which had wounded him, upon the string of + his bow and let it fly toward the Sheriff’s head. The Sheriff fell forward + upon his horse in mortal terror, but not so quickly as to escape unhurt. + The sharp point laid bare a deep gash upon his scalp and must certainly + have killed him if it had come closer. + </p> + <p> + The fall of the Sheriff discomfited his followers for the moment, and + Robin’s men took this chance to speed on up the hill. The palmer had + whipped out a small white handkerchief and tried to staunch Robin’s wound + as they went. At sight of the palmer’s hand, Robin turned with a start, + and pushed back the other’s hood. + </p> + <p> + “Marian!” he exclaimed, “you here!” + </p> + <p> + It was indeed Maid Marian, who had helped save Will, and been in the + stress of battle from the first. Now she hung her head as though caught in + wrong. + </p> + <p> + “I had to come, Robin,” she said simply, “and I knew you would not let me + come, else.” + </p> + <p> + Their further talk was interrupted by an exclamation from Will Scarlet. + </p> + <p> + “By the saints, we are trapped!” he said, and pointed to the top of the + hill, toward which they were pressing. + </p> + <p> + There from out a gray castle poured a troop of men, armed with pikes and + axes, who shouted and came running down upon them. At the same instant, + the Sheriff’s men also renewed the pursuit. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” cried poor Marian, “we are undone! There is no way of escape!” + </p> + <p> + “Courage, dear heart!” said Robin, drawing her close to him. But his own + spirit sank as he looked about for some outlet. + </p> + <p> + Then—oh, joyful sight!—he recognized among the foremost of + those coming from the castle the once doleful knight, Sir Richard of the + Lea. He was smiling now, and greatly excited. + </p> + <p> + “A Hood! a Hood!” he cried; “a rescue! a rescue!” Never were there more + welcome sights and sounds than these. With a great cheer the outlaws raced + up the hill to meet their new friends; and soon the whole force had gained + the shelter of the castle. Bang! went the bridge as it swung back, with + great clanking of chains. Clash! went one great door upon the other, as + they shut in the outlaw band, and shut out the Sheriff, who dashed up at + the head of his men, his bandaged face streaked with blood and inflamed + with rage. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <h3> + HOW SIR RICHARD OF THE LEA REPAID HIS DEBT + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The proud Sheriff loud ‘gan cry + And said, “Thou traitor knight, + Thou keepest here the king’s enemy + Against the laws and right.” + </pre> + <p> + “Open the gate!” shouted the Sheriff hoarsely, to the sentinel upon the + walls. “Open, I say, in the king’s name!” + </p> + <p> + “Why who are you to come thus brawling upon my premises?” asked a haughty + voice; and Sir Richard himself stepped forth upon the turret. + </p> + <p> + “You know me well, traitor knight!” said the Sheriff, “now give up into my + hands the enemy of the King whom you have sheltered against the laws and + right.” + </p> + <p> + “Fair and softly, sir,” quoth the knight smoothly. “I well avow that I + have done certain deeds this day. But I have done them upon mine own land, + which you now trespass upon; and I shall answer only to the King—whom + God preserve!—for my actions.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou soft-spoken villain!” said the Sheriff, still in a towering passion. + “I, also, serve the King; and if these outlaws are not given up to me at + once, I shall lay siege to the castle and burn it with fire.” + </p> + <p> + “First show me your warrants,” said Sir Richard curtly. + </p> + <p> + “My word is enough! Am I not Sheriff of Nottingham?” + </p> + <p> + “If you are, in sooth,” retorted the knight, “you should know that you + have no authority within my lands unless you bear the King’s order. In the + meantime, go mend your manners, lording.” + </p> + <p> + And Sir Richard snapped his fingers and disappeared from the walls. The + Sheriff, after lingering a few moments longer in hope of further parley, + was forced to withdraw, swearing fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “The King’s order!” muttered he. “That shall I have without delay, as well + as this upstart knight’s estates; for King Richard is lately returned, I + hear, from the Holy Land.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the knight had gone back to Robin Hood, and the two men greeted + each other right gladly. “Well met, bold Robin!” cried he, taking him in + his arms. “Well met, indeed! The Lord has lately prospered me, and I was + minded this day to ride forth and repay my debt to you.” + </p> + <p> + “And so you have,” answered Robin gaily. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, ‘twas nothing—this small service!” said the knight. “I meant + the moneys coming to you.” + </p> + <p> + “They have all been repaid,” said Robin; “my lord of Hereford himself gave + them to me.” + </p> + <p> + “The exact sum?” asked the knight. + </p> + <p> + “The exact sum,” answered Robin, winking solemnly. + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard smiled, but said no more at the time. Robin was made to rest + until dinner should be served. Meanwhile a leech bound up his hand with + ointment, promising him that he should soon have its use again. Some + halfscore others of the yeomen had been hurt in the fight, but luckily + none of grave moment. They were all bandaged and made happy by bumpers of + ale. + </p> + <p> + At dinner Sir Richard presented Robin to his wife and son. The lady was + stately and gracious, and made much of Marian, whom she had known as a + little girl and who was now clothed more seemly for a dinner than in + monkish garments. The young esquire was a goodly youth and bade fair to + make as stout a knight as his father. + </p> + <p> + The feast was a joyous event. There were two long tables, and two hundred + men sat down at them, and ate and drank and afterward sang songs. An + hundred and forty of these men wore Lincoln green and called Robin Hood + their chief. Never, I ween, had there been a more gallant company at table + in Lea Castle! + </p> + <p> + That night the foresters tarried within the friendly walls, and the next + day took leave; though Sir Richard protested that they should have made a + longer stay. And he took Robin aside to his strong room and pressed him + again to take the four hundred golden pounds. But his guest was firm. + </p> + <p> + “Keep the money, for it is your own,” said Robin; “I have but made the + Bishop return that which he extorted unjustly.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Richard thanked him in a few earnest words, and asked him and all his + men to visit the armory, before they departed. And therein they saw, + placed apart, an hundred and forty stout yew bows of cunning make, with + fine waxen silk strings; and an hundred and forty sheaves of arrows. Every + shaft was a just ell long, set with peacock’s feathers, and notched with + silver. And Sir Richard’s fair lady came forward and with her own hands + gave each yeoman a bow and a sheaf. + </p> + <p> + “In sooth, these are poor presents we have made you, good Robin Hood,” + said Sir Richard; “but they carry with them a thousand times their weight + in gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff made good his threat to inform the King. Forth rode he to + London town upon the week following, his scalp wound having healed + sufficiently to permit him to travel. This time he did not seek out Prince + John, but asked audience with King Richard of the Lion Heart himself. His + Majesty had but lately returned from the crusades, and was just then + looking into the state of his kingdom. So the Sheriff found ready + audience. + </p> + <p> + Then to him the Sheriff spoke at length concerning Robin Hood; how that + for many months the outlaws had defied the King, and slain the King’s + deer; how Robin had gathered about him the best archers in all the + countryside; and, finally, how the traitorous knight Sir Richard of the + Lea had rescued the band when capture seemed certain, and refused to + deliver them up to justice. + </p> + <p> + The King heard him through with attention and quoth he: + </p> + <p> + “Meseems I have heard of this same Robin Hood, and his men, and also seen + somewhat of their prowess. Did not these same outlaws shoot in a royal + Tourney at Finsbury field?” + </p> + <p> + “They did, Your Majesty, under a royal amnesty.” + </p> + <p> + In this speech the Sheriff erred, for the King asked quickly, + </p> + <p> + “How came they last to the Fair at Nottingham—by stealth?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Your Majesty.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you forbid them to come?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Your Majesty. That is—” + </p> + <p> + “Speak out!” + </p> + <p> + “For the good of the shire,” began the Sheriff again, falteringly, “we did + proclaim an amnesty; but ‘twas because these men had proved a menace—” + </p> + <p> + “Now by my halidom!” quoth the King, while his brow grew black. “Such + treachery would be unknown in the camp of the Saracen; and yet we call + ourselves a Christian people!” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff kept silence through very fear and shame; then the King began + speech again: + </p> + <p> + “Nathless, my lord Sheriff, we promise to look into this matter. Those + outlaws must be taught that there is but one King in England, and that he + stands for the law.” + </p> + <p> + So the Sheriff was dismissed, with very mixed feelings, and went his way + home to Nottingham town. A fortnight later the King began to make good his + word, by riding with a small party of knights to Lea Castle. Sir Richard + was advised of the cavalcade’s approach, and quickly recognized his royal + master in the tall knight who rode in advance. Hasting to open wide his + castle gates he went forth to meet the King and fell on one knee and + kissed his stirrup. For Sir Richard, also, had been with the King to the + Holy Land, and they had gone on many adventurous quests together. + </p> + <p> + The King bade him rise, and dismounted from his own horse to greet him as + a brother in arms; and arm-in-arm they went into the castle, while bugles + and trumpets sounded forth joyous welcome in honor of the great occasion. + </p> + <p> + After the King had rested and supped, he turned upon the knight and with + grave face inquired: + </p> + <p> + “What is this I hear about your castle’s becoming a nest and harbor for + outlaws?” + </p> + <p> + The Sir Richard of the Lea, divining that the Sheriff had been at the + King’s ear with his story, made a clean breast of all he knew; how that + the outlaws had befriended him in sore need—as they had befriended + others—and how that he had given them only knightly protection in + return. + </p> + <p> + The King liked the story well, for his own soul was one of chivalry. And + he asked other questions about Robin Hood, and heard of the ancient wrong + done his father before him, and of Robin’s own enemies, and of his manner + of living. + </p> + <p> + “In sooth,” cried King Richard, springing up, “I must see this bold fellow + for myself! An you will entertain my little company, and be ready to sally + forth, upon the second day, in quest of me if need were, I shall e’en fare + alone into the greenwood to seek an adventure with him.” + </p> + <p> + But of this adventure you shall be told in the next tale; for I have + already shown you how Sir Richard of the Lea repaid his debt, with + interest. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW KING RICHARD CAME TO SHERWOOD FOREST + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + King Richard hearing of the pranks + Of Robin Hood and his men, + He much admired and more desired + To see both him and them. + + Then Robin takes a can of ale: + “Come let us now begin; + And every man shall have his can; + Here’s a health unto the King!” + </pre> + <p> + Friar Tuck had nursed Little John’s wounded knee so skilfully that it was + now healed. In sooth, the last part of the nursing depended more upon + strength than skill; for it consisted chiefly of holding down the patient, + by main force, to his cot. Little John had felt so well that he had + insisted upon getting up before the wound was healed; and he would have + done so, if the friar had not piled some holy books upon his legs and sat + upon his stomach. + </p> + <p> + Under this vigorous treatment Little John was constrained to lie quiet + until the friar gave him leave to get up. At last he had this leave, and + he and the friar went forth to join the rest of the band, who were right + glad to see them, you may be sure. They sat around a big fire, for ‘twas a + chilly evening, and they feasted and made merry, in great content. + </p> + <p> + A cold rain set in, later, but the friar wended his way back, nathless, to + his little hermitage. There he made himself a cheerful blaze, and changed + his dripping robe, and had sat himself down, with a sigh of satisfaction, + before a tankard of hot mulled wine and a pasty, when suddenly a voice was + heard on the outside, demanding admission. His kennel of dogs set up + furious uproar, on the instant, by way of proving the fact of a stranger’s + presence. + </p> + <p> + “Now by Saint Peter!” growled the friar, “who comes here at this unseemly + hour? Does he take this for a hostelry? Move on, friend, else my mulled + wine will get cold!” + </p> + <p> + So saying he put the tankard to his lips, when a thundering rap sounded + upon the door-panel, making it to quiver, and causing Tuck almost to drop + his tankard; while an angry voice shouted, “Ho! Within there! Open, I + say!” + </p> + <p> + “Go your way in peace!” roared back the friar; “I can do nothing for you. + ‘Tis but a few miles to Gamewell, if you know the road.” + </p> + <p> + “But I do not know the road, and if I did I would not budge another foot. + ‘Tis wet without and dry within. So open, without further parley!” + </p> + <p> + “A murrain seize you for disturbing a holy man in his prayers!” muttered + Tuck savagely. Nathless, he was fain to unbar the door in order to keep it + from being battered down. Then lighting a torch at his fire and whistling + for one of his dogs, he strode forth to see who his visitor might be. + </p> + <p> + The figure of a tall knight clad in a black coat of mail, with plumed + helmet, stood before him. By his side stood his horse, also caparisoned in + rich armor. + </p> + <p> + “Have you no supper, brother?” asked the Black Knight curtly. “I must beg + of you a bed and a bit of roof, for this night, and fain would refresh my + body ere I sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no room that even your steed would deign to accept, Sir Knight; + and naught save a crust of bread and pitcher of water.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ faith, I can smell better fare than that, brother, and must e’en force + my company upon you, though I shall recompense it for gold in the name of + the church. As for my horse, let him but be blanketed and put on the + sheltered side of the house.” + </p> + <p> + And without further parley the knight boldly strode past Tuck and his dog + and entered the hermitage. Something about his masterful air pleased Tuck, + in spite of his churlishness. + </p> + <p> + “Sit you down, Sir Knight,” quoth he, “and I will fasten up up your steed, + and find him somewhat in the shape of grain. Half, also, of my bed and + board is yours, this night; but we shall see later who is the better man, + and is to give the orders!” + </p> + <p> + “With all my soul!” said the knight, laughing. “I can pay my keeping in + blows or gold as you prefer.” + </p> + <p> + The friar presently returned and drew up a small table near the fire. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Sir Knight,” quoth he, “put off your sword and helm and such other + war-gear as it pleases you, and help me lay this table, for I am passing + hungry.” + </p> + <p> + The knight did as he was told, and put aside the visor which had hid his + face. He was a bronzed and bearded man with blue eyes, and hair shot with + gold, haughty but handsome withal. + </p> + <p> + Then once again the priest sat him down to his pasty and mulled wine, + right hopefully. He spoke his grace with some haste, and was surprised to + hear his guest respond fittingly in the Latin tongue. Then they attacked + the wine and pasty valiantly, and the Black Knight made good his word of + being in need of refreshment. Tuck looked ruefully at the rapidly + disappearing food, but came to grudge it not, by reason of the stories + with which his guest enlivened the meal. The wine and warmth of the room + had cheered them both, and they were soon laughing uproariously as the + best of comrades in the world. The Black Knight, it seemed, had traveled + everywhere. He had been on crusades, had fought the courteous Saladin, had + been in prison, and often in peril. But now he spoke of it lightly, and + laughed it off, and made himself so friendly that Friar Tuck was like to + choke with merriment. So passed the time till late; and the two fell + asleep together, one on each side of the table which had been cleared to + the platters. + </p> + <p> + In the morning Friar Tuck awoke disposed to be surly, but was speedily + mollified by the sight of the Black Knight, who had already risen gay as a + lark, washed his face and hands, and was now stirring a hot gruel over the + fire. + </p> + <p> + “By my faith, I make a sorry host!” cried Tuck springing to his feet. And + later as they sat at breakfast, he added, “I want not your gold, of which + you spoke last night; but instead I will do what I can to speed you on + your way whenever you wish to depart.” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell me,” said the knight, “how I may find Robin Hood the outlaw; + for I have a message to him from the King. All day yesterday I sought him, + but found him not.” + </p> + <p> + Friar Tuck lifted up his hands in holy horror. “I am a lover of peace, Sir + Knight, and do not consort with Robin’s bold fellows.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I think no harm of Master Hood,” said the knight; “but much I yearn + to have speed with him in mine own person.” + </p> + <p> + “If that be all, mayhap I can guide you to his haunts,” said Tuck, who + foresaw in this knight a possible gold-bag for Robin. “In sooth, I could + not well live in these woods without hearing somewhat of the outlaws; but + matters of religion are my chief joy and occupation.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go with you, brother,” said the Black Knight. + </p> + <p> + So without more ado they went their way into the forest, the knight riding + upon his charger, and Tuck pacing along demurely by his side. + </p> + <p> + The day had dawned clear and bright, and now with the sun a good three + hours high a sweet autumn fragrance was in the air. The wind had just that + touch of coolness in it which sets the hunter’s blood to tingling; and + every creature of nature seemed bounding with joyous life. + </p> + <p> + The knight sniffed the fresh air in delight. + </p> + <p> + “By my halidom!” quoth he; “but the good greenwood is the best place to + live in, after all! What court or capital can equal this, for full-blooded + men?” + </p> + <p> + “None of this earth,” replied Tuck smilingly. And once more his heart + warmed toward the courteous stranger. + </p> + <p> + They had not proceeded more than three or four miles along the way from + Fountain Abbey to Barnesdale, when of a sudden the bushes just ahead of + them parted and a well-knit man with curling brown hair stepped into the + road and laid his hand upon the knight’s bridle. + </p> + <p> + It was Robin Hood. He had seen Friar Tuck, a little way back, and shrewdly + suspected his plan. Tuck, however, feigned not to know him at all. + </p> + <p> + “Hold!” cried Robin; “I am in charge of the highway this day, and must + exact an accounting from all passersby.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it bids me hold?” asked the knight quietly. “I am not i’ the habit + of yielding to one man.” + </p> + <p> + “Then here are others to keep me company,” said Robin clapping his hands. + And instantly a half-score other stalwart fellows came out of the bushes + and stood beside him. + </p> + <p> + “We be yeomen of the forest, Sir Knight,” continued Robin, “and live under + the greenwood tree. We have no means of support—thanks to the + tyranny of our over-lords—other than the aid which fat churchmen and + goodly knights like yourselves can give. And as ye have churches and + rents, both, and gold in great plenty, we beseech ye for Saint Charity to + give us some of your spending.” + </p> + <p> + “I am but a poor monk, good sir!” said Friar Tuck in a whining voice, “and + am on my way to the shrine of Saint Dunstan, if your worshipfulness will + permit.” + </p> + <p> + “Tarry a space with us,” answered Robin, biting back a smile, “and we will + speed you on your way.” + </p> + <p> + The Black Knight now spoke again. “But we are messengers of the King,” + quoth he; “His Majesty himself tarries near here and would have speech + with Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “God save the King!” said Robin, doffing his cap loyally; “and all that + wish him well! I am Robin Hood, but I say cursed be the man who denies our + liege King’s sovereignty!” + </p> + <p> + “Have a care!” said the knight, “or you shall curse yourself!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, not so,” replied Robin curtly; “the King has no more devoted subject + than I. Nor have I despoiled aught of his save, mayhap, a few deer for my + hunger. My chief war is against the clergy and barons of the land who bear + down upon the poor. But I am glad,” he continued, “that I have met you + here; and before we end you shall be my friend and taste of our greenwood + cheer.” + </p> + <p> + “But what is the reckoning?” asked the knight. “For I am told that some of + your feasts are costly.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” responded Robin waving his hands, “you are from the King. Nathless—how + much money is in your purse?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no more than forty gold pieces, seeing that I have lain a + fortnight at Nottingham with the King, and have spent some goodly amounts + upon other lordings,” replied the knight. + </p> + <p> + Robin took the forty pounds and gravely counted it. One half he gave to + his men and bade them drink the King’s health with it. The other half he + handed back to the knight. + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” said he courteously, “have this for your spending. If you lie with + kings and lordings overmuch, you are like to need it.” + </p> + <p> + “Gramercy!” replied the other smiling. “And now lead on to your greenwood + hostelry.” + </p> + <p> + So Robin went on the one side of the knight’s steed, and Friar Tuck on the + other, and the men went before and behind till they came to the open glade + before the caves of Barnesdale. Then Robin drew forth his bugle and winded + the three signal blasts of the band. Soon there came a company of yeomen + with its leader, and another, and a third, and a fourth, till there were + sevenscore yeomen in sight. All were dressed in new livery of Lincoln + green, and carried new bows in their hands and bright short swords at + their belts. And every man bent his knee to Robin Hood ere taking his + place before the board, which was already set. + </p> + <p> + A handsome dark-haired page stood at Robin’s right hand to pour his wine + and that of the knightly guest; while the knight marveled much at all he + saw, and said within himself: + </p> + <p> + “These men of Robin Hood’s give him more obedience than my fellows give to + me.” + </p> + <p> + At the signal from Robin the dinner began. There was venison and fowl and + fish and wheaten cake and ale and red wine in great plenty, and ‘twas a + goodly sight to see the smiles upon the hungry yeomen’s faces. + </p> + <p> + First they listened to an unctuous grace from Friar Tuck, and then Robin + lifted high a tankard of ale. + </p> + <p> + “Come, let us now begin,” quoth he, “and every man shall have his can. In + honor of our guest who comes with royal word, here’s a health unto the + King!” + </p> + <p> + The guest responded heartily to this toast, and round about the board it + went, the men cheering noisily for King Richard! + </p> + <p> + After the feast was over, Robin turned to his guest and said, “Now you + shall see what life we lead, so that you may report faithfully, for good + or bad, unto the King.” + </p> + <p> + So at a signal from him, the men rose up and smartly bent their bows for + practice, while the knight was greatly astonished at the smallness of the + their targets. A wand was set up, far down the glade, and thereon was + balanced a garland of roses. Whosoever failed to speed his shaft through + the garland, without knocking it off the wand, was to submit to a buffet + from the hand of Friar Tuck. + </p> + <p> + “Ho, ho!” cried the knight, as his late traveling companion rose up and + bared his brawny arm ready for service; “so you, my friend, are Friar + Tuck!” + </p> + <p> + “I have not gainsaid it,” replied Tuck growling at having betrayed + himself. “But chastisement is a rule of the church, and I am seeking the + good of these stray sheep.” + </p> + <p> + The knight said no more, though his eyes twinkled; and the shooting began. + </p> + <p> + David of Doncaster shot first and landed safely through the rose garland. + Then came Allan-a-Dale and Little John and Stutely and Scarlet and many of + the rest, while the knight held his breath from very amazement. Each + fellow shot truly through the garland, until Middle the tinker—not + to be outdone—stepped up for a trial. But alas! while he made a fair + shot for a townsman, the arrow never came within a hand-breath of the + outer rim of the garland. + </p> + <p> + “Come hither, fellow,” said Little John coaxingly. “The priest would bless + thee with his open hand.” + </p> + <p> + Then because Middle made a wry face, as though he had already received the + buffet, and loitered in his steps, Arthur-a-Bland and Will Stutely seized + him by the arms and stood him before the friar. Tuck’s big arm flashed + through the air—“whoof!” and stopped suddenly against the tinker’s + ear; while Middle himself went rolling over and over on the grass. He was + stopped by a small bush, and up he sat, thrusting his head through it, + rubbing his ear and blinking up at the sky as though the stars had fallen + and struck him. The yeomen roared with merriment, and as for the knight, + he laughed till the tears came out of his blue eyes and rolled down his + face. + </p> + <p> + After Middle’s mishap, others of the band seemed to lose their balance, + and fared in the same fashion. The garland would topple over in a most + impish way at every breath, although the arrows went through it. So Middle + ‘gan to feel better when he saw this one and that one tumbling on the + sward. + </p> + <p> + At last came Robin’s turn. He shot carefully, but as ill luck would have + it the shaft was ill-feathered and swerved sidewise so that it missed the + garland by full three fingers. Then a great roar went up from the whole + company; for ‘twas rare that they saw their leader miss his mark. Robin + flung his bow upon the ground from very vexation. + </p> + <p> + “A murrain take it!” quoth he. “The arrow was sadly winged. I felt the + poor feather upon it as it left my fingers!” + </p> + <p> + Then suddenly seizing his bow again, he sped three shafts as fast as he + could sent them, and every one went clean through the garland. + </p> + <p> + “By Saint George!” muttered the knight. “Never before saw I such shooting + in all Christendom!” + </p> + <p> + The band cheered heartily at these last shots; but Will Scarlet came up + gravely to Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty shooting, master!” quoth he, “but ‘twill not save you from paying + for the bad arrow. So walk up and take your medicine!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that may not be!” protested Robin. “The good friar belongs to my + company and has no authority to lift hands against me. But you, Sir + Knight, stand as it were for the King. I pray you, serve out my blow.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so!” said Friar Tuck. “My son, you forget I stand for the church, + which is greater even than the King.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in merry England,” said the knight in a deep voice. Then rising to + his feet, he added, “I stand ready to serve you, Master Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Now out upon ye for an upstart knight!” cried Friar Tuck. “I told you + last night, sirrah, that we should yet see who was the better man! So we + will e’en prove it now, and thus settle who is to pay Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” said Robin, “for I want not to start a dispute between church and + state.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” also said the knight. “‘Tis an easy way to end prattling. Come, + friar, strike and ye dare. I will give you first blow.” + </p> + <p> + “You have the advantage of an iron pot on your head and gloves on your + hands,” said the friar; “but have at ye! Down you shall go, if you were + Goliath of Gath.” + </p> + <p> + Once more the priest’s brawny arm flashed through the air, and struck with + a “whoof!” But to the amazement of all, the knight did not budge from his + tracks, though the upper half of his body swerved slightly to ease the + force of the blow. A loud shout burst from the yeomen at this, for the + friar’s fist was proverbial, and few of those present had not felt the + force of it in times past. + </p> + <p> + “Now ‘tis my turn,” said his antagonist coolly, casting aside his + gauntlet. And with one blow of his fist the knight sent the friar spinning + to the ground. + </p> + <p> + If there had been uproar and shouting before, it was as naught to the + noise which now broke forth. Every fellow held his sides or rolled upon + the ground from laughter; every fellow, save one, and that was Robin Hood. + </p> + <p> + “Out of the frying-pan into the fire!” thought he. “I wish I had let the + friar box my ears, after all!” + </p> + <p> + Robin’s plight did, indeed, seem a sorry one, before the steel muscles of + his stranger. But he was saved from a tumble heels over head by an + unlooked-for diversion. A horn winded in the glade, and a party of knights + were seen approaching. + </p> + <p> + “To your arms!” cried Robin, hurriedly seizing his sword and bow. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis Sir Richard of the Lea!” cried another, as the troop came nearer. + </p> + <p> + And so it was. Sir Richard spurred forward his horse and dashed up to the + camp while the outlaws stood at stiff attention. When he had come near the + spot where the Black Knight stood, he dismounted and knelt before him. + </p> + <p> + “I trust Your Majesty has not needed our arms before,” he said humbly. + </p> + <p> + “It is the King!” cried Will Scarlet, falling upon his knees. + </p> + <p> + “The King!” echoed Robin Hood after a moment of dumb wonderment; and he + and all his men bent reverently upon their knees, as one man. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD AND MAID MARIAN WERE WED + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Stand up again,” then said the King, + “I’ll thee thy pardon give; + Stand up, my friend, who can contend, + When I give leave to live?” + + Then Robin Hood began a health + To Marian, his only dear, + And his yeomen all, both comely and tall, + Did quickly bring up the rear. +</pre> + <p> + “Your pardon, sire!” exclaimed Robin Hood. “Pardon, from your royal + bounty, for these my men who stand ready to serve you all your days!” + </p> + <p> + Richard of the Lion Heart looked grimly about over the kneeling band. + </p> + <p> + “Is it as your leader says?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, my lord King!” burst from sevenscore throats at once. + </p> + <p> + “We be not outlaws from choice alone,” continued Robin; “but have been + driven to outlawry through oppression. Grant us grace and royal + protection, and we will forsake the greenwood and follow the King.” + </p> + <p> + Richard’s eyes sparkled as he looked from one to another of this stalwart + band, and he thought within himself that here, indeed, was a royal + bodyguard worth the while. + </p> + <p> + “Swear!” he said in his full rich voice; “swear that you, Robin Hood, and + all your men from this day henceforth will serve the King!” + </p> + <p> + “We swear!” came once more the answering shout from the yeomen. + </p> + <p> + “Arise, then,” said King Richard. “I give you all free pardon, and will + speedily put your service to the test. For I love such archers as you have + shown yourselves to be, and it were a sad pity to decree such men to + death. England could not produce the like again, for many a day. But, in + sooth, I cannot allow you to roam in the forest and shoot my deer; nor to + take the law of the land into your own hands. Therefore, I now appoint you + to be Royal Archers and mine own especial body-guard. There be one or two + civil matters to settle with certain Norman noblemen, in which I crave + your aid. Thereafter, the half of your number, as may later be determined, + shall come back to these woodlands as Royal Foresters. Mayhap you will + show as much zeal in protecting my preserves as you have formerly shown in + hunting them. Where, now, is that outlaw known as Little John? Stand + forth!” + </p> + <p> + “Here, sire,” quoth the giant, doffing his cap. + </p> + <p> + “Good master Little John,” said the King, looking him over approvingly. + “Could your weak sinews stand the strain of an office in the shire? If so, + you are this day Sheriff of Nottingham; and I trust you will make a better + official than the man you relieve.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall do my best, sire,” said Little John, great astonishment and + gladness in his heart. + </p> + <p> + “Master Scarlet, stand forth,” said the King; and then addressing him: “I + have heard somewhat of your tale,” quoth he, “and that your father was the + friend of my father. Now, therefore, accept the royal pardon and resume + the care of your family estates; for your father must be growing old. And + come you to London next Court day and we shall see if there be a + knighthood vacant.” + </p> + <p> + Likewise the King called for Will Stutely and made him Chief of the Royal + Archers. Then he summoned Friar Tuck to draw near. + </p> + <p> + “I crave my King’s pardon,” said the priest, humbly enough; “for who am I + to lift my hand against the Lord’s anointed?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, the Lord sent the smiter to thee without delay,” returned Richard + smiling; “and ‘tis not for me to continue a quarrel between church and + state. So what can I do for you in payment of last night’s hospitality? + Can I find some fat living where there are no wicked to chastise, and + where the work is easy and comfortable?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, my lord,” replied Tuck. “I wish only for peace in this life. Mine + is a simple nature and I care not for the fripperies and follies of court + life. Give me a good meal and a cup of right brew, health, and enough for + the day, and I ask no more.” + </p> + <p> + Richard sighed. “You ask the greatest thing in the world, brother—contentment. + It is not mine to give or to deny. But ask your God for it, an if belike + he grant it, then ask it also in behalf of your King.” He glanced around + once more at the foresters. “Which one of you is Allan-a-Dale?” he asked; + and Allan came forward. “So,” said the King with sober face, “you are that + errant minstrel who stole a bride at Plympton, despite her would-be groom + and attending Bishop. I heard something of this in former days. Now what + excuse have you to make?” + </p> + <p> + “Only that I loved her, sire, and she loved me,” said Allan, simply; “and + the Norman lord would have married her perforce, because of her lands.” + </p> + <p> + “Which have since been forfeited by the Bishop of Hereford,” added + Richard. “But my lord Bishop must disgorge them; and from tomorrow you and + Mistress Dale are to return to them and live in peace and loyalty. And if + ever I need your harp at Court, stand ready to attend me, and bring also + the lady. Speaking of ladies,” he continued, turning to Robin Hood, who + had stood silent, wondering if a special punishment was being reserved for + him, “did you not have a sweetheart who was once at Court—one, + Mistress Marian? What has become of her, that you should have forgotten + her?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Your Majesty,” said the black-eyed page coming forward blushingly; + “Robin has not forgotten me!” + </p> + <p> + “So!” said the King, bending to kiss her small hand in all gallantry. + “Verily, as I have already thought within myself, this Master Hood is + better served than the King in his palace! But are you not the only child + of the late Earl of Huntingdon?” + </p> + <p> + “I am, sire, though there be some who say that Robin Hood’s father was + formerly the rightful Earl of Huntingdon. Nathless, neither he is + advantaged nor I, for the estates are confiscate.” + </p> + <p> + “Then they shall be restored forthwith!” cried the King; “and lest you two + should revive the ancient quarrel over them, I bestow them upon you + jointly. Come forward, Robin Hood.” + </p> + <p> + Robin came and knelt before his king. Richard drew his sword and touched + him upon the shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Rise, Robin Fitzooth, Earl of Huntingdon!” he exclaimed, while a mighty + cheer arose from the band and rent the air of the forest. “The first + command I give you, my lord Earl,” continued the King when quiet was + restored, “is to marry Mistress Marian without delay.” + </p> + <p> + “May I obey all Your Majesty’s commands as willingly!” cried the new Earl + of Huntingdon, drawing the old Earl’s daughter close to him. “The ceremony + shall take place to-morrow, an this maid is willing.” + </p> + <p> + “She makes little protest,” said the King; “so I shall e’en give away the + bride myself!” + </p> + <p> + Then the King chatted with others of the foresters, and made himself as + one of them for the evening, rejoicing that he could have this careless + freedom of the woods. And Much, the miller’s son, and Arthur-a-Bland, and + Middle, and Stutely and Scarlet and Little John and others played at the + quarter-staff, giving and getting many lusty blows. Then as the shades of + night drew on, the whole company—knights and foresters—supped + and drank around a blazing fire, while Allen sang sweetly to the thrumming + of the harp, and the others joined in the chorus. + </p> + <p> + ‘Twas a happy, care-free night—this last one together under the + greenwood tree. Robin could not help feeling an undertone of sadness that + it was to be the last; for the charm of the woodland was still upon him. + But he knew ‘twas better so, and that the new life with Marian and in the + service of his King would bring its own joys. + </p> + <p> + Then the night deepened, the fire sank, but was replenished and the + company lay down to rest. The King, at his own request, spent the night in + the open. Thus they slept—King and subject alike—out under the + stars, cared for lovingly by Nature, kind mother of us all. + </p> + <p> + In the morning the company was early astir and on their way to Nottingham. + It was a goodly cavalcade. First rode King Richard of the Lion Heart, with + his tall figure set forth by the black armor and waving plume in his helm. + Then came Sir Richard of the Lea with fourscore knights and men-at-arms. + And after them came Robin Hood and Maid Marian riding upon milk-white + steeds. Allan-a-Dale also escorted Mistress Dale on horseback, for she was + to be matron-of-honor at the wedding. These were followed by sevenscore + archers clad in their bravest Lincoln green, and with their new bows + unstrung in token of peace. + </p> + <p> + Outside the gates of Nottingham town they were halted. + </p> + <p> + “Who comes here?” asked the warder’s surly voice. + </p> + <p> + “Open to the King of England!” came back the clear answer, and the gates + were opened and the bridge let down without delay. + </p> + <p> + Almost before the company had crossed the moat the news spread through the + town like wildfire. + </p> + <p> + “The King is here! The King is here, and hath taken Robin Hood!” + </p> + <p> + From every corner flocked the people to see the company pass; and wildly + did they cheer for the King, who rode smilingly with bared head down + through the market-place. + </p> + <p> + At the far end of it, he was met by the Sheriff who came up puffing in his + haste to do the King honor. He fairly turned green with rage when he saw + Sir Richard of the Lea and Robin Hood in the royal company, but made low + obeisance to his master. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Sheriff,” quoth the King, “I have come to rid the shire of outlaws, + according to my promise. There be none left, for all have now taken + service with their King. And lest there should be further outbreak, I have + determined to place in charge of this shire a man who fears no other man + in it. Master Little John is hereby created Sheriff of Nottingham, and you + will turn over the keys to him forthwith.” + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff bowed, but dared utter no word. Then the King turned to the + Bishop of Hereford, who had also come up to pay his respects. + </p> + <p> + “Harkee, my lord Bishop,” quoth he, “the stench of your evil actions had + reached our nostrils. We shall demand strict accounting for certain + seizures of the lands and certain acts of oppression which ill become a + churchman. But of this later. This afternoon you must officiate at the + wedding of two of our company, in Nottingham Church. So make you ready.” + </p> + <p> + The Bishop also bowed and departed, glad to escape a severer censure for + the time. + </p> + <p> + The company then rode on to the Mansion House, where the King held high + levee through all the noon hours, and the whole town made a holiday. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon the way from the Mansion House to Nottingham Church was + lined with cheering people, as the wedding party passed by. The famous + bowmen were gazed at as curiously as though they had been wild animals, + but were cheered none the less. Robin who had long been held in secret + liking was now doubly popular since he had the King’s favor. + </p> + <p> + Along the way ahead of the King and the smiling bride and groom to be ran + little maids strewing flowers; while streamers floated in greeting from + the windows. I ween, the only hearts that were not glad this day were + those of the old Sheriff, and of his proud daughter, who peered between + the shutters of her window and was like to eat out her heart from envy and + hatred. + </p> + <p> + At last the party reached the church, where the King dismounted lightly + from his horse and helped the bride to alight; while Will Scarlet, the + best man, assisted Mistress Dale. Within the church they found the Bishop + robed in state, and by his side Friar Tuck who had been especially deputed + to assist. + </p> + <p> + The service was said in Latin, while the organ pealed forth softly. The + King gave away the bride, as he had said, and afterwards claimed first + kiss for his pains. Then the happy party dispersed, and Robin and Marian + passed out again through the portal, man and wife. + </p> + <p> + Out through the cheering streets they fared, while the greenwood men ran + ahead and flung gold pennies right and left in their joy, and bade the + people drink the health of the young couple and the King. Then the whole + party took horse at Will Scarlet’s earnest wish, and went down to Gamewell + Lodge, where the old Squire George wept for joy at seeing his son and the + King and the wedding—party. That night they spent there, and + feasted, and the next day, Sir Richard of the Lea claimed them. + </p> + <p> + And thus, amid feasting and rejoicing and kingly favor, Robin Hood, the + new Earl of Huntingdon, and his bride began their wedded life. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <h3> + HOW ROBIN HOOD MET HIS DEATH + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Give me my bent bow in my hand, + And a broad arrow I’ll let flee; + And where this arrow is taken up, + There shall my grave digg’d be.” + </pre> + <p> + Now by good rights this story should end with the wedding of Robin Hood + and Maid Marian; for do not many pleasant tales end with a wedding and the + saying, “and they lived happy ever after.” + </p> + <p> + But this is a true account—in so far as we can find the quaint old + ballads which tell of it—and so we must follow one more of these + songs and learn how Robin, after living many years longer, at last came to + seek his grave. And the story of it runs in this wise. + </p> + <p> + Robin Hood and his men, now the Royal Archers, went with King Richard of + the Lion Heart through England settling certain private disputes which had + arisen among the Norman barons while the King was gone to the Holy Land. + Then the King proceeded amid great pomp and rejoicing to the palace at + London, and Robin, the new Earl of Huntingdon, brought his Countess + thither, where she became one of the finest ladies of the Court. + </p> + <p> + The Royal Archers were now divided into two bands, and one-half of them + were retained in London, while the other half returned to Sherwood and + Barnesdale, there to guard the King’s preserves. + </p> + <p> + Several months passed by, and Robin began to chafe under the restraint of + city life. He longed for the fresh pure air of the greenwood, and the + rollicking society of his yeomen. One day, upon seeing some lads at + archery practice upon a green, he could not help but lament, saying, “Woe + is me! I fear my hand is fast losing its old time cunning at the + bow-string!” + </p> + <p> + Finally he became so distraught that he asked leave to travel in foreign + lands, and this was granted him. He took Maid Marian with him, and + together they went through many strange countries. Finally in an Eastern + land a great grief came upon Robin. Marian sickened of a plague and died. + They had been married but five years, and Robin felt as though all the + light had gone out of his life. + </p> + <p> + He wandered about the world for a few months longer, trying to forget his + grief, then came back to the court, at London, and sought some commission + in active service. But unluckily, Richard was gone again upon his + adventures, and Prince John, who acted as Regent, had never been fond of + Robin. He received him with a sarcastic smile. + </p> + <p> + “Go forth into the greenwood,” said he, coldly, “and kill some more of the + King’s deer. Belike, then, the King will make you Prime Minister, at the + very least, upon his return.” + </p> + <p> + The taunt fired Robin’s blood. He had been in a morose mood, ever since + his dear wife’s death. He answered Prince John hotly, and the Prince bade + his guards seize him and cast him into the Tower. + </p> + <p> + After lying there for a few weeks, he was released by the faithful Stutely + and the remnant of the Royal Archers, and all together they fled the city + and made their way to the greenwood. There Robin blew the old familiar + call, which all had known and loved so well. Up came running the remainder + of the band, who had been Royal Foresters, and when they saw their old + master they embraced his knees and kissed his hands, and fairly cried for + joy that he had come again to them. And one and all forswore fealty to + Prince John, and lived quietly with Robin in the greenwood, doing harm to + none and only awaiting the time when King Richard should come again. + </p> + <p> + But King Richard came not again, and would never need his Royal Guard + more. Tidings presently reached them, of how he had met his death in a + foreign land, and how John reigned as King in his stead. The proof of + these events followed soon after, when there came striding through the + glade the big, familiar form of Little John. + </p> + <p> + “Art come to arrest us?” called out Robin, as he ran forward and embraced + his old comrade. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I am not come as the Sheriff of Nottingham, thanks be,” answered + Little John. “The new King has deposed me, and ‘tis greatly to my liking, + for I have long desired to join you here again in the greenwood.” + </p> + <p> + Then were the rest of the band right glad at this news, and toasted Little + John royally. + </p> + <p> + The new King waged fierce war upon the outlaws, soon after this, and sent + so many scouting parties into Sherwood and Barnesdale that Robin and his + men left these woods for a time and went into Derbyshire, near Haddon + Hall. A curious pile of stone is shown to this day as the ruins of Robin’s + Castle, where the bold outlaw is believed to have defied his enemies for a + year or more. At any rate King John found so many troubles of his own, + after a time, that he ceased troubling the outlaws. + </p> + <p> + But in one of the last sorties Robin was wounded. The cut did not seem + serious, and healed over the top; but it left a lurking fever. Daily his + strength ebbed away from him, until he was in sore distress. + </p> + <p> + One day as he rode along on horseback, near Kirklees Abbey, he was seized + with so violent a rush of blood to the head that he reeled and came near + falling from his saddle. He dismounted weakly and knocked at the Abbey + gate. A woman shrouded in black peered forth. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you that knock here? For we allow no man within these walls,” she + said. + </p> + <p> + “Open, for the love of Heaven!” he begged. “I am Robin Hood, ill of a + fever and in sore straits.” + </p> + <p> + At the name of Robin Hood the woman started back, and then, as though + bethinking herself, unbarred the door and admitted him. Assisting his + fainting frame up a flight of stairs and into a front room, she loosed his + collar and bathed his face until he was revived. Then she spoke hurriedly + in a low voice: + </p> + <p> + “Your fever will sink, if you are bled. See, I have provided a lancet and + will open your veins, while you lie quiet.” + </p> + <p> + So she bled him, and he fell into a stupor which lasted nearly all that + day, so that he awoke weak and exhausted from loss of blood. + </p> + <p> + Now there is a dispute as to this abbess who bled him. Some say that she + did it in all kindness of heart; while others aver that she was none other + than the former Sheriff’s daughter, and found her revenge at last in this + cruel deed. + </p> + <p> + Be that as it may, Robin’s eyes swam from very weakness when he awoke. + </p> + <p> + He called wearily for help, but there was no response. He looked longingly + through the window at the green of the forest; but he was too weak to make + the leap that would be needed to reach the ground. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + He then bethought him of his horn, + Which hung down at his knee; + He set his horn unto his mouth, + And blew out weak blasts three. +</pre> + <p> + Little John was out in the forest near by, or the blasts would never have + been heard. At their sound he sprang to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Woe! woe!” he cried, “I fear my master is near dead, he blows so + wearily!” + </p> + <p> + So he made haste and came running up to the door of the abbey, and knocked + loudly for admittance. Failing to get reply, he burst in the door with + frenzied blows of his mighty fist, and soon came running up to the room + where Robin lay, white and faint. “Alas, dear master!” cried Little John + in great distress; “I fear you have met with treachery! If that be so, + grant me one last boon, I pray.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” asked Robin. + </p> + <p> + “Let me burn Kirklees-Hall with fire, and all its nunnery.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, good comrade,” answered Robin Hood gently, “I cannot grant such a + boon. The dear Christ bade us forgive all our enemies. Moreover, you know + I never hurt woman in all my life; nor man when in woman’s company.” + </p> + <p> + He closed his eyes and fell back, so that his friend thought him dying. + The great tears fell from the giant’s eyes and wet his master’s hand. + Robin slowly rallied and seized his comrade’s outstretched arm. + </p> + <p> + “Lift me up, good Little John,” he said brokenly, “I want to smell the air + from the good greenwood once again. Give me my good yew bow—here—here-and + fix a broad arrow upon the string. Out yonder—among the oaks—where + this arrow shall fall—let them dig my grave.” + </p> + <p> + And with one last mighty effort he sped his shaft out of the open window, + straight and true, as in the days of old, till it struck the largest oak + of them all and dropped in the shadow of the trees. Then he fell back upon + the sobbing breast of his devoted friend. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis the last!” he murmured, “tell the brave hearts to lay me there with + the green sod under my head and feet. And—let them lay—my bent + bow at my side, for it has made sweet music in mine ears.” + </p> + <p> + He rested a moment, and Little John scarce knew that he was alive. But on + a sudden Robin’s eye brightened, and he seemed to think himself back once + more with the band in the open forest glade. He struggled to rise. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ‘tis a fine stag, Will! And Allan, thou never didst thrum the harp + more sweetly. How the light blazes! And Marian!—‘tis my Marian—come + at last!” + </p> + <p> + So died the body of Robin Hood; but his spirit lives on through the + centuries in the deathless ballads which are sung of him, and in the + hearts of men who love freedom and chivalry. + </p> + <p> + They buried him where his last arrow had fallen, and they set a stone to + mark the spot. And on the stone were graven these words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Here underneath his little stone + Lies Robert, Earl of Huntingdon; + Never archer as he so good, + And people called him Robin Hood. + Such outlaws as he and his men + Will England never see again.” + </pre> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Robin Hood, by J. 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