. Robin Hood, his book . s bow and aimed it at thesheriff. Master, shall we shoot ? asked they. I m afraid you might hit him, answeredRobin. Well just send him home with apresent for his wife. Its she that likes goodmutton, and we 11 send her a fourpenny a forequarter of mutton was tied upon thesheriffs right shoulder and another forequarterupon his left shoulder. Take a hindquarter in each hand, badeRobin, and go you straight home to yourwife. So the sheriff went stumbling and staggeringunder the weight up the long road to the gates of Robin Hood: His Book Nottingham. He did not dare
. Robin Hood, his book . s bow and aimed it at thesheriff. Master, shall we shoot ? asked they. I m afraid you might hit him, answeredRobin. Well just send him home with apresent for his wife. Its she that likes goodmutton, and we 11 send her a fourpenny a forequarter of mutton was tied upon thesheriffs right shoulder and another forequarterupon his left shoulder. Take a hindquarter in each hand, badeRobin, and go you straight home to yourwife. So the sheriff went stumbling and staggeringunder the weight up the long road to the gates of Robin Hood: His Book Nottingham. He did not dare to drop his burden,for Robin had said : — Its not fitting for a great man like the sheriffto journey over the land alone, and we 11 give hima goodly band of followers, four and twenty of thebest bowmen in the country ; and whenever thesheriff stopped a minute to rest, an arrow wouldwhiz by his ear, and Robin would call out: — Its not courtesy to keep a great lady waitingfor a little fourpenny gift like that. [140] X. ROBINS FAST DAY M thinking that we 11 have nodinner to-day. Why, Master, theres as rarea haunch of venison as ever ranthe forest, and there s a marrowpasty, and there s warden pie,and there s some of the best wine that ever layin the cellar of the sheriff of Nottingham. Still, I m thinking that we d best eat no din-ner. I Ve not yet been paid the four hundredpounds that I gave to the knight. And shant we ever have any dinner till hepays it ? asked William Scarlet dismally. I dont want him to pay it, declared Robin, and if he brings it, we 11 pack it in a roll of silkand send it for a present to his wife. Little John beckoned to Friar Tuck andwhispered: — [141] Robin Hood : His Book Was he ever this way before ? Friar Tuckshook his head. It was to save his son from the gallows-tree,said Robin, and the stout Abbot of Saint Maryslent him four hundred pounds on his land, and wegave him the money to pay the stout Abbot. Truly, yes, Master, said Friar Tuck. Then i
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