But still they
traveled deeper into the forest shades, and the deeper
they went, the more quiet grew the Sheriff. At last they came
to where the road took a sudden bend, and before them a herd of dun
deer went tripping across the path. Then Robin Hood came close
to the Sheriff and pointing his finger, he said, "These are my
horned beasts, good Master Sheriff. How dost thou like them?
Are they not fat and fair to see?"
At this the Sheriff drew rein quickly. "Now fellow," quoth he,
"I would I were well out of this forest, for I like not thy company.
Go thou thine own path, good friend, and let me but go mine."
But Robin only laughed and caught the Sheriff's
bridle rein.
"Nay," cried he, "stay
awhile, for I would thou shouldst see
my brothers, who own these fair horned beasts with me."
So
saying, he clapped his bugle to his mouth and winded three
merry notes, and
presently up the path came leaping fivescore
good stout yeomen with Little John at their head.
"What wouldst thou have, good master?" quoth Little John.
"Why," answered Robin, "dost thou not see that I have brought
goodly company to feast with us today? Fye, for shame!
Do you not see our good and
worshipful" target="_blank" title="a.虔敬的;崇拜的">
worshipful master, the Sheriff
of Nottingham? Take thou his
bridle, Little John, for he has
honored us today by coming to feast with us."
Then all doffed their hats
humbly, without smiling or
seeming to be in jest,
while Little John took the
bridle rein and led the palfrey still deeper into
the forest, all marching in order, with Robin Hood walking beside the Sheriff,
hat in hand.
All this time the Sheriff said never a word but only looked
about him like one suddenly awakened from sleep; but when he found
himself going within the very depths of Sherwood his heart sank
within him, for he thought, "Surely my three hundred pounds
will be taken from me, even if they take not my life itself,
for I have plotted against their lives more than once."
But all seemed
humble and meek and not a word was said of danger,
either to life or money.
So at last they came to that part of Sherwood Forest where a noble oak
spread its branches wide, and beneath it was a seat all made of moss,
on which Robin sat down, placing the Sheriff at his right hand.
"Now busk ye, my merry men all," quoth he, "and bring forth the best
we have, both of meat and wine, for his
worship the Sheriff hath
feasted me in Nottingham Guild Hall today, and I would not have him
go back empty."
All this time nothing had been said of the Sheriff's money,
so
presently he began to pluck up heart. "For," said he to himself,
"maybe Robin Hood hath forgotten all about it."
Then, while beyond in the forest bright fires crackled and savory
smells of
sweetly roasting
venison and fat capons filled the glade,
and brown pasties warmed beside the blaze, did Robin Hood
entertain the Sheriff right royally. First, several couples
stood forth at quarterstaff, and so
shrewd were they at the game,
and so quickly did they give stroke and parry, that the Sheriff,
who loved to watch all lusty sports of the kind, clapped his hands,
forgetting where he was, and crying aloud, "Well struck!
Well struck, thou fellow with the black beard!" little knowing
that the man he called upon was the Tinker that tried to serve
his
warrant upon Robin Hood.
Then several yeomen came forward and spread cloths upon
the green grass, and placed a royal feast; while others still
broached barrels of sack and Malmsey and good stout ale, and set
them in jars upon the cloth, with drinking horns about them.
Then all sat down and feasted and drank
merrily together until
the sun was low and the half-moon glimmered with a pale light
betwixt the leaves of the trees overhead.
Then the Sheriff arose and said, "I thank you all, good yeomen,
for the merry
entertainment ye have given me this day.
Right
courteously have ye used me, showing
therein that ye
have much respect for our
glorious King and his
deputy in
brave Nottinghamshire. But the shadows grow long, and I must away
before darkness comes, lest I lose myself within the forest."
Then Robin Hood and all his merry men arose also, and Robin said
to the Sheriff, "If thou must go,
worshipful" target="_blank" title="a.虔敬的;崇拜的">
worshipful sir, go thou must;
but thou hast forgotten one thing."
"Nay, I forgot nought," said the Sheriff; yet all the same his heart
sank within him.
"But I say thou hast forgot something," quoth Robin. "We keep
a merry inn here in the
greenwood, but
whoever becometh our guest
must pay his
reckoning."
Then the Sheriff laughed, but the laugh was hollow. "Well, jolly boys,"
quoth he, "we have had a merry time together today, and even if ye had
not asked me, I would have given you a score of pounds for the sweet
entertainment I have had."
"Nay," quoth Robin
seriously, "it would ill beseem us to treat Your Worship
so meanly. By my faith, Sir Sheriff, I would be
ashamed to show my
face if I did not
reckon the King's
deputy at three hundred pounds.
Is it not so, my merry men all?"
Then "Ay!" cried all, in a loud voice.
"Three hundred devils!" roared the Sheriff. "Think ye that your beggarly
feast was worth three pounds, let alone three hundred?"
"Nay," quoth Robin
gravely. "Speak not so roundly, Your Worship. I do love
thee for the sweet feast thou hast given me this day in merry Nottingham Town;
but there be those here who love thee not so much. If thou wilt look down
the cloth thou wilt see Will Stutely, in whose eyes thou hast no great favor;
then two other stout fellows are there here that thou knowest not, that were
wounded in a brawl nigh Nottingham Town, some time ago--thou wottest when;
one of them was sore hurt in one arm, yet he hath got the use of it again.
Good Sheriff, be advised by me; pay thy score without more ado, or maybe it
may fare ill with thee."
As he spoke the Sheriff's ruddy cheeks grew pale, and he said
nothing more but looked upon the ground and gnawed his
nether lip.
Then slowly he drew forth his fat purse and threw it upon the cloth
in front of him.
"Now take the purse, Little John," quoth Robin Hood, "and see
that the
reckoning be right. We would not doubt our Sheriff,
but he might not like it if he should find he had not paid
his full score."
Then Little John counted the money and found that the bag held three
hundred pounds in silver and gold. But to the Sheriff it seemed as if
every clink of the bright money was a drop of blood from his veins.
And when he saw it all counted out in a heap of silver and gold,
filling a
woodenplatter, he turned away and
silently mounted his horse.
"Never have we had so
worshipful" target="_blank" title="a.虔敬的;崇拜的">
worshipful a guest before!" quoth Robin,
"and, as the day waxeth late, I will send one of my young men
to guide thee out of the forest depths."
"Nay, Heaven forbid!" cried the Sheriff
hastily. "I can find mine own way,
good man, without aid."
"Then I will put thee on the right track mine own self,"
quoth Robin, and,
taking the Sheriff's horse by the
bridle rein,
he led him into the main forest path. Then, before he let
him go, he said, "Now, fare thee well, good Sheriff,
and when next thou thinkest to despoil some poor prodigal,
remember thy feast in Sherwood Forest. `Ne'er buy a horse,
good friend, without first looking into its mouth,' as our good
gaffer Swanthold says. And so, once more, fare thee well."
Then he clapped his hand to the horse's back, and off went nag
and Sheriff through the forest glades.
Then
bitterly the Sheriff rued the day that first he meddled
with Robin Hood, for all men laughed at him and many ballads
were sung by folk throughout the country, of how the Sheriff
went to shear and came home shorn to the very quick.
For thus men sometimes overreach themselves through greed and guile.
Little John Goes to Nottingham Fair
SPRING HAD GONE since the Sheriff's feast in Sherwood,
and summer also, and the
mellow month of October had come.
All the air was cool and fresh; the harvests were gathered home,
the young birds were full fledged, the hops were plucked,
and apples were ripe. But though time had so smoothed things over
that men no longer talked of the horned beasts that the Sheriff
wished to buy, he was still sore about the matter and could
not bear to hear Robin Hood's name
spoken in his presence.
With October had come the time for
holding the great Fair
which was
celebrated every five years at Nottingham Town,
to which folk came from far and near throughout the country.
At such times archery was always the main sport of the day,
for the Nottinghamshire yeomen were the best hand at the longbow
in all merry England, but this year the Sheriff hesitated
a long time before he issued
proclamation of the Fair,
fearing lest Robin Hood and his band might come to it.
At first he had a great part of a mind not to
proclaim the Fair,
but second thought told him that men would laugh at him and say
among themselves that he was afraid of Robin Hood, so he put
that thought by. At last he fixed in his mind that he would
offer such a prize as they would not care to shoot for.
At such times it had been the custom to offer a half score
of marks or a tun of ale, so this year he
proclaimed that a prize
of two fat steers should be given to the best bowman.
When Robin Hood heard what had been
proclaimed he was vexed,
and said, "Now beshrew this Sheriff that he should offer such
a prize that none but
shepherd hinds will care to shoot for it!
I would have loved nothing better than to have had another bout
at merry Nottingham Town, but if I should win this prize nought
would it pleasure or profit me."
Then up spoke Little John: "Nay, but
hearken, good master,"
said he, "only today Will Stutely, young David of Doncaster,
and I were at the Sign of the Blue Boar, and there we heard
all the news of this merry Fair, and also that the Sheriff hath
offered this prize, that we of Sherwood might not care to come
to the Fair; so, good master, if thou wilt, I would fain go
and
strive to win even this poor thing among the stout yeomen
who will shoot at Nottingham Town."
"Nay, Little John," quoth Robin, "thou art a sound stout fellow, yet thou
lackest the
cunning that good Stutely hath, and I would not have harm
befall thee for all Nottinghamshire. Nevertheless, if thou wilt go,
take some
disguise lest there be those there who may know thee."
"So be it, good master," quoth Little John, "yet all the
disguise that I
wish is a good suit of
scarlet instead of this of Lincoln green.
I will draw the cowl of my
jacket about my head so that it will hide
my brown hair and beard, and then, I trust, no one will know me."
"It is much against my will," said Robin Hood, "ne'ertheless, if thou
dost wish it, get thee gone, but bear thyself
seemingly, Little John,
for thou art mine own
right-hand man and I could ill bear to have
harm
befall thee."
So Little John clad himself all in
scarlet and started off to the Fair
at Nottingham Town.
Right merry were these Fair days at Nottingham, when the green before
the great town gate was dotted with booths
standing in rows, with tents
of many-colored
canvas, hung about with streamers and garlands of flowers,
and the folk came from all the
countryside, both gentle and common.
In some booths there was dancing to merry music, in others flowed ale
and beer, and in others yet again sweet cakes and
barley sugar were sold;
and sport was going outside the booths also, where some minstrel
sang ballads of the olden time, playing a second upon the harp,
or where the wrestlers struggled with one another within the sawdust ring,
but the people gathered most of all around a raised
platform where stout
fellows played at quarterstaff.
So Little John came to the Fair. All
scarlet were his hose and jerkin,
and
scarlet was his cowled cap, with a
scarletfeather stuck in the side
of it. Over his shoulders was slung a stout bow of yew, and across his back
hung a
quiver of good round arrows. Many turned to look after such a stout,
tall fellow, for his shoulders were broader by a palm's-breadth than any
that were there, and he stood a head taller than all the other men.
The lasses, also, looked at him askance, thinking they had never seen
a lustier youth.