Tales of romance; based on tales in the Book of romance . tily, and not the less becauseRobin handed her twenty pounds in gold aspayment for his stay, and told Her if he costher more she was to let him know of it. Then she began to bleed him, and for longRobin said nothing, giving her credit for kind-ness and for knowing her art, but at length somuch blood came from him that he suspectedtreason. He tried to open the door, for she had lefthim alone in the room, but it was locked fast,and while the blood was still flowing he couldnot escape from the casement. So he lay downfor many hours, and no
Tales of romance; based on tales in the Book of romance . tily, and not the less becauseRobin handed her twenty pounds in gold aspayment for his stay, and told Her if he costher more she was to let him know of it. Then she began to bleed him, and for longRobin said nothing, giving her credit for kind-ness and for knowing her art, but at length somuch blood came from him that he suspectedtreason. He tried to open the door, for she had lefthim alone in the room, but it was locked fast,and while the blood was still flowing he couldnot escape from the casement. So he lay downfor many hours, and none came near him, and atlength the blood stopped. Slowly Robin uprose and staggered to thelattice-window, and blew thrice on his horn ; butthe blast was so low, and so little like whatRobin was wont to give, that Little John, whowas watching for some sound, felt that hismaster must be nigh to death. At this thought he started to his feet, andran swiftly to the Priory. He broke the locksof all the doors that stood between him and THE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD SHOOTS HIS LAST 48 THE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD. Robin Hood, and soon entered the chamberwhere his master lay, white, with nigh all hisblood gone from him. I crave a boon of you, dear master, criedLittle John. And what is that boon, said Robin Hood, which Little John begs of me ? And LittleJohn answered, It is to burn fair Kirkley Hall,and all the nunnery. But Kobin Hood, in spite of the wrong thathad been done him, would not listen to LittleJohns cry for revenge. I never hurt a womanin all my life, he said, nor a man that was inher company. But now my time is done, thatknow I well; so give me my bow and a broadarrow, and wheresoever it falls there shall mygrave be digged. Lay a green sod under myhead and another at my feet, and put beside memy bow, which ever made sweetest music to myears, and see that green and gravel make mygrave. And, Little John, take care that I havelength enough and breadth enough to lie he loosene
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