StNicholas [serial] . the forest glades. Whoever faileth to hit the garland, saidRobin, forfeiteth two arrows, and must yieldthem up to his master, however fine! He shallalso receive a buffet on his head; and no manshall be spared! At a nod from Robin, two men threw offtheir green mantles, and selected the bestarrows from their quivers, carefully fitting themto the bowstring, made of the sinews of the deer. At the drop of an oak twig, Pang! — offflew the arrows, cutting roses from the garland. This is wondrous marksmanship! criedthe abbot, and the friars nodded agreement insilent answer, too a
StNicholas [serial] . the forest glades. Whoever faileth to hit the garland, saidRobin, forfeiteth two arrows, and must yieldthem up to his master, however fine! He shallalso receive a buffet on his head; and no manshall be spared! At a nod from Robin, two men threw offtheir green mantles, and selected the bestarrows from their quivers, carefully fitting themto the bowstring, made of the sinews of the deer. At the drop of an oak twig, Pang! — offflew the arrows, cutting roses from the garland. This is wondrous marksmanship! criedthe abbot, and the friars nodded agreement insilent answer, too amazed to speak. 36 THE FEAST IN THE FOREST. [Nov. Then Robin took his stand, and, fitting his o Swift Heels had fetched. Sir Abbot, Ibest arrow to the string, drew a mighty bow give thee my arrows. I pray thee, give meand cleft the garland; then he shot again, my pay. cleaving the second garland with the secondarrow; but the third shot failed! if The abbot folded up the long sleeve of hisrobe, but, hesitating, said:. ROBIN STAGGERED AND WELL-NIGH FELL TO THE GROUND. Up stepped Gilbert of the White Hand, and It becomes not one of my order to smite said: a man good and true. Master, thou hast failed; stand forth and Smite on boldly! cried Robin, take thy pay! Whereupon the abbot gave Robin such a If so,said Robin,it cannot be mended; blow on the head with his folded sleeve that and he gave up two of his arrows, which Jock he staggered and well-nigh fell to the ground. i859.] THE FEAST IN THE FOREST. 37 Thou art a sturdy friar! cried Robin. There is strength in thine arm! I doubt notthou canst shoot. As he spoke Robin gazed steadily in theabbots face, as did Sir Richard of the Lea andWill Scarlett, who were at Robins right he gazed his cheek grew pale, then red, andall three sank on their knees before the abbot. My lord, and my King! he said in low andfaltering tones. Now I know thee well; andof thy goodness and grace beg of thee mercyfor me and my men under the trystell
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