So these also came to the church, and there Sir Stephen leaped from

his horse and, coming to the litter, handed fair Ellen out therefrom.
Then Robin Hood looked at her, and could wonder no longer how it came

about that so proud a knight as Sir Stephen of Trent wished to marry
a common franklin's daughter; nor did he wonder that no ado was made

about the matter, for she was the fairest maiden that ever he had beheld.
Now, however, she was all pale and drooping, like a fair white lily

snapped at the stem; and so, with bent head and sorrowful look,
she went within the church, Sir Stephen leading her by the hand.

"Why dost thou not play, fellow?" quoth the Bishop, looking sternly at Robin.
"Marry," said Robin calmly, "I will play in greater wise than

Your Lordship thinks, but not till the right time hath come."
Said the Bishop to himself, while he looked grimly at Robin, "When this

wedding is gone by I will have this fellow well whipped for his saucy
tongue and bold speech."

And now fair Ellen and Sir Stephen stood before the altar,
and the Bishop himself came in his robes and opened his book,

whereat fair Ellen looked up and about her in bitter despair,
like the fawn that finds the hounds on her haunch.

Then, in all his fluttering tags and ribbons of red and yellow,
Robin Hood strode forward. Three steps he took from the pillar

whereby he leaned, and stood between the bride and bridegroom.
"Let me look upon this lass," he said in a loud voice. "Why, how now!

What have we here? Here be lilies in the cheeks, and not roses such
as befit a bonny bride. This is no fit wedding. Thou, Sir Knight,

so old, and she so young, and thou thinkest to make her thy wife?
I tell thee it may not be, for thou art not her own true love."

At this all stood amazed, and knew not where to look nor what to think or say,
for they were all bewildered with the happening; so, while everyone looked

at Robin as though they had been changed to stone, he clapped his bugle
horn to his lips and blew three blasts so loud and clear, they echoed

from floor to rafter as though they were sounded by the trump of doom.
Then straightway Little John and Will Stutely came leaping and stood

upon either side of Robin Hood, and quickly drew their broadswords,
the while a mighty voice rolled over the heads of all, "Here be I,

good master, when thou wantest me"; for it was Friar Tuck that so called
from the organ loft.

And now all was hubbub and noise. Stout Edward strode forward raging,
and would have seized his daughter to drag her away, but Little John

stepped between and thrust him back. "Stand back, old man," said he,
"thou art a hobbled horse this day."

"Down with the villains!" cried Sir Stephen, and felt for his sword,
but it hung not beside him on his wedding day.

Then the men-at-arms drew their swords, and it seemed like that blood
would wet the stones; but suddenly came a bustle at the door and

loud voices, steel flashed in the light, and the crash of blows sounded.
The men-at-arms fell back, and up the aisle came leaping eighteen stout

yeomen all clad in Lincoln green, with Allan a Dale at their head.
In his hand he bore Robin Hood's good stout trusty bow of yew,

and this he gave to him, kneeling the while upon one knee.
Then up spake Edward of Deirwold in a deep voice of anger, "Is it thou,

Allan a Dale, that hath bred all this coil in a church?"
"Nay," quoth merry Robin, "that have I done, and I care not who knoweth it,

for my name is Robin Hood."
At this name a sudden silence fell. The Prior of Emmet and those

that belonged to him gathered together like a flock of frightened
sheep when the scent of the wolf is nigh, while the Bishop

of Hereford, laying aside his book, crossed himself devoutly.
"Now Heaven keep us this day," said he, "from that evil man!"

"Nay," quoth Robin, "I mean you no harm; but here is fair Ellen's
betrothed husband, and she shall marry him or pain will be bred

to some of you."
Then up spake stout Edward in a loud and angry voice, "Now I say nay!

I am her father, and she shall marry Sir Stephen and none other."
Now all this time, while everything was in turmoil about him,

Sir Stephen had been standing in proud and scornful silence.
"Nay, fellow," said he coldly, "thou mayst take thy daughter back again;

I would not marry her after this day's doings could I gain all
merry England thereby. I tell thee plainly, I loved thy daughter,

old as I am, and would have taken her up like a jewel from
the sty, yet, truly, I knew not that she did love this fellow,

and was beloved by him. Maiden, if thou dost rather choose
a beggarly minstrel than a high-born knight, take thy choice.

I do feel it shame that I should thus stand talking amid this herd,
and so I will leave you." Thus saying, he turned and,

gathering his men about him, walked proudly down the aisle.
Then all the yeomen were silenced by the scorn of his words.

Only Friar Tuck leaned over the edge of the choir loft and called
out to him ere he had gone, "Good den, Sir Knight. Thou wottest

old bones must alway make room for young blood." Sir Stephen
neither answered nor looked up, but passed out from the church

as though he had heard nought, his men following him.
Then the Bishop of Hereford spoke hastily, "I, too, have no

business here, and so will depart." And he made as though he would go.
But Robin Hood laid hold of his clothes and held him.

"Stay, my Lord Bishop," said he, "I have yet somewhat to say to thee."
The Bishop's face fell, but he stayed as Robin bade him,

for he saw he could not go.
Then Robin Hood turned to stout Edward of Deirwold, and said he,

"Give thy blessing on thy daughter's marriage to this yeoman, and all
will be well. Little John, give me the bags of gold. Look, farmer.

Here are two hundred bright golden angels; give thy blessing,
as I say, and I will count them out to thee as thy daughter's dower.

Give not thy blessing, and she shall be married all the same,
but not so much as a crackedfarthing shall cross thy palm. Choose."

Then Edward looked upon the ground with bent brows, turning the matter over
and over in his mind; but he was a shrewd man and one, withal, that made

the best use of a cracked pipkin; so at last he looked up and said,
but in no joyous tone, "If the wench will go her own gait, let her go.

I had thought to make a lady of her; yet if she chooses to be
what she is like to be, I have nought to do with her henceforth.

Ne'ertheless I will give her my blessing when she is duly wedded."
"It may not be," spake up one of those of Emmet. "The banns have not been

duly published, neither is there any priest here to marry them."
"How sayst thou?" roared Tuck from the choir loft. "No priest?

Marry, here stands as holy a man as thou art, any day of the week,
a clerk in orders, I would have thee know. As for the question of banns,

stumble not over that straw, brother, for I will publish them."
So saying, he called the banns; and, says the old ballad, lest three times

should not be enough, he published them nine times o'er. Then straightway
he came down from the loft and forthwith performed the marriage service;

and so Allan and Ellen were duly wedded.
And now Robin counted out two hundred golden angels to Edward

of Deirwold, and he, upon his part, gave his blessing, yet not,
I wot, as though he meant it with overmuch good will.

Then the stout yeomen crowded around and grasped Allan's palm,
and he, holding Ellen's hand within his own, looked about him

all dizzy with his happiness.
Then at last jolly Robin turned to the Bishop of Hereford,

who had been looking on at all that passed with a grim look.
"My Lord Bishop," quoth he, "thou mayst bring to thy mind that thou

didst promise me that did I play in such wise as to cause this fair
lass to love her husband, thou wouldst give me whatsoever I asked

in reason. I have played my play, and she loveth her husband,
which she would not have done but for me; so now fulfill thy promise.