And some cried, "Help, help!" and some, "A
rescue, a
rescue!"
"Treason!" cried the Sheriff in a loud voice. "Bear back!
Bear back! Else we be all dead men!" Thereupon he reined
his horse
backward through the thickest of the crowd.
Now Robin Hood and his band might have slain half of the Sheriff's men
had they desired to do so, but they let them push out of the press
and get them gone, only sending a bunch of arrows after them to hurry
them in their flight.
"Oh stay!" shouted Will Stutely after the Sheriff. "Thou wilt never
catch bold Robin Hood if thou dost not stand to meet him face to face."
But the Sheriff, bowing along his horse's back, made no answer but only
spurred the faster.
Then Will Stutely turned to Little John and looked him in the face
till the tears ran down from his eyes and he wept aloud; and kissing
his friend's cheeks, "O Little John!" quoth he, "mine own true friend,
and he that I love better than man or woman in all the world beside!
Little did I
reckon to see thy face this day, or to meet thee this
side Paradise." Little John could make no answer, but wept also.
Then Robin Hood gathered his band together in a close rank, with Will Stutely
in the midst, and thus they moved slowly away toward Sherwood, and were gone,
as a storm cloud moves away from the spot where a
tempest has swept the land.
But they left ten of the Sheriff's men lying along the ground wounded--
some more, some less--yet no one knew who smote them down.
Thus the Sheriff of Nottingham tried
thrice to take Robin Hood
and failed each time; and the last time he was frightened,
for he felt how near he had come to losing his life; so he said,
"These men fear neither God nor man, nor king nor king's officers.
I would sooner lose mine office than my life, so I will trouble
them no more." So he kept close within his castle for many
a day and dared not show his face outside of his own household,
and all the time he was
gloomy and would speak to no one,
for he was
ashamed of what had happened that day.
Robin Hood Turns Butcher
NOW AFTER all these things had happened, and it became known
to Robin Hood how the Sheriff had tried three times to make
him
captive, he said to himself, "If I have the chance,
I will make our
worshipful Sheriff pay right well for that
which he hath done to me. Maybe I may bring him some time into
Sherwood Forest and have him to a right merry feast with us."
For when Robin Hood caught a baron or a
squire, or a fat abbot
or
bishop, he brought them to the
greenwood tree and feasted
them before he lightened their purses.
But in the
meantime Robin Hood and his band lived quietly in Sherwood Forest,
without showing their faces
abroad, for Robin knew that it would
not be wise for him to be seen in the
neighborhood of Nottingham,
those in authority being very wroth with him. But though they
did not go
abroad, they lived a merry life within the woodlands,
spending the days in shooting at
garlands hung upon a
willow wand at the end
of the glade, the leafy aisles ringing with merry jests and laughter:
for
whoever missed the
garland was given a sound
buffet, which, if delivered
by Little John, never failed to topple over the
unfortunateyeoman.
Then they had bouts of wrestling and of
cudgel play, so that every day
they gained in skill and strength.
Thus they dwelled for nearly a year, and in that time Robin Hood
often turned over in his mind many means of making an even score
with the Sheriff. At last he began to fret at his confinement;
so one day he took up his stout
cudgel and set forth to seek adventure,
strolling blithely along until he came to the edge of Sherwood. There, as he
rambled along the sunlit road, he met a lusty young
butcher driving
a fine mare and riding in a stout new cart, all hung about with meat.
Merrily whistled the Butcher as he jogged along, for he was going
to the market, and the day was fresh and sweet, making his heart
blithe within him.
"Good
morrow to thee, jolly fellow," quoth Robin, "thou seemest
happy this merry morn."
"Ay, that am I," quoth the jolly Butcher, "and why should I not be so?
Am I not hale in wind and limb? Have I not the bonniest lass
in all Nottinghamshire? And
lastly, am I not to be married to her
on Thursday next in sweet Locksley Town?"
"Ha," said Robin, "comest thou from Locksley Town? Well do I know
that fair place for miles about, and well do I know each hedgerow
and gentle pebbly
stream, and even all the bright little fishes therein,
for there I was born and bred. Now, where goest thou with thy meat,
my fair friend?"