"Long life to you and happiness, Robin o" th" Hood! Here"s fortune"s best and confusion to all your enemies! Huzza, Robin o" th" Hood!"
The darkening woods echoed it back to them. "Robin o" th" Hood!
Robin--Hood!"
"You will have to be christened, gossip," said Little John, with an air of importance; "and surely I know the man who will be sponsor. But you spoke just now of a reckoning; and I do see that our guest is become fidgety. Shall I tot up the bill for him?"
"Do so, friend."
The Sheriff appeared uneasy at this. "I have not my purse with me," he began, apologetically.
"How did you purpose paying me for my beasts?" asked Robin.
"Why--that is--I have, of course, a small sum about me."
"What is that sum, gossip?" questioned Little John, very kindly.
""Tis no more than forty pieces of gold," said Monceux, recollecting that he had named this amount to Robin.
"Is that all?"
"I have not another penny-piece, good Master Hood," replied the Sheriff.
"If that is true, then you shall pay no more than ten pieces of gold for your entertainment, excellence," decreed Robin. "Speak I soothly, men of the greenwood?"
"The Sheriff should swear by his patron saint that he will never more molest us," said one of the company, wisely; and this addition was carried unanimously.
"So be it, then," cried Little John, approaching Monceux. "Now, swear by your life and your patron saint----"
"I will swear it by St. George, who is patron of us all," cried the fat Sheriff, vigorously; and he swore that never again would he disturb or distress them in Sherwood.
"Let me catch anyone of you _out_ of it!" thought he to himself.
Then he paid them ten pieces of gold; and having done this, rose up to go.
It was already full dusk. "Gossip," observed Little John, reprovingly, "you did not hand me your wallet, but took out instead the ten golden pieces. Let me see for myself that thirty remain. Mayhap some evil person has robbed you unbeknown."
"Nay--I do not think that," said the Sheriff, quickly; "I take great care of all my belongings----"
"Yet you may have been despoiled," persisted Little John; "permit me to satisfy myself and this company that you have had honorable treatment in these happy woods."
With a groan Monceux yielded his wallet, and Stuteley counted out the money in it with a loud voice; otherwise the company was silent. "There is another wallet, gossip," said the inexorable Little John, pointing towards the Sheriff"s belt.
In all they counted out one hundred gold pieces. "We must add another "nought" to the foot of our bill, excellence," said Robin, gravely. "Be of good heart; what is "nought" but nothing? Ten pounds and a "nought"
added to it is a most reasonable account for such royal fare. Take then this money which you first gave me; we will keep the wallets."
""Tis monstrous! "Tis an enormity," bellowed Monceux, flying out.
"Already you have stolen my plate, and now would strip me utterly! "Tis rank villainy, and I promise you all----"
"You have promised enough to-night, Sheriff," retorted Robin: "away with him, Stuteley, and go you, too, Little John. Take our guest through the secret path so far as the roadway by Nottingham gate. There he may find his archers waiting for him. Be speedy."
They nodded and grasped the struggling Sheriff by either arm. His eyes were speedily bandaged by little Gilbert, and he made an undignified exit. Whilst the rest busied themselves removing the remains of the feast, Robin spoke quietly with the page.
"Since Little John has happily returned to us, Master Gilbert," said Robin, ""tis clear that he will want his quarters again. So I must move you."
"It matters not, Robin."
"You are over young to consort with such wild company, Gilbert," Robin continued; "and so I will take you to a safe asylum, unless, of course, you would sooner return into Nottingham."
"I have now no real home in Nottingham," said Marian, frankly. "My father has gone to London to find us a home there. He has been offered a post in the King"s household. So soon as he had departed they sent for me to attend at the Sheriff"s castle, saying I was to become maid to the demoiselle Marie. This I would not; and so escaped in the early dawn of the day----"
"I have a friend at Gamewell," said Robin, diffidently. "In sooth, it is mine own uncle, and he surely would not refuse me in this. Will you go with me, Gilbert, at once? Soon it will be night indeed."
"I"ll go anywhere with you, Robin," answered the little page.
Yet Robin would not affect to recognize Marian, though his heart was thumping in his body. He led her silently, hastily, through the strange pa.s.sages towards Gamewell, thinking how he should bring a welcome for the maid.
"You are not talkative, friend Robin," murmured his companion once.
"My heart is too full for speech, Gilbert," said Robin, softly then; and this answer seemed to satisfy Master Gilbert of Blois. Under the night he smiled happily to himself.
"Is this your bad hand, Robin?" he asked, presently, "the one that I did wound? Poor fingers! I am sorry now. Can you forgive me, Robin?"
CHAPTER XX
When they had reached the little hut near by the pleasance, Robin bade her stay. "I now must play Yellow Lady," said he, lightly. "She is the spirit of this grove, and under her guise I can venture near to the house. Lend me your cloak--the color will not matter on so dark a night."
"I will not be left alone here," said Marian at this, with great decision. "Not for all the Montfichets in Christendom. I"ll go with you."
They crossed the pleasance side by side. Lights burned within Gamewell to guide them.
"I am not afraid, Robin," announced Master Gilbert of Blois, courageously. "You know I am no coward."
"Take my hand then," said Robin; "I like to feel that you are with me."
"Yet you have but known me a day," said Marian, trying to peep at him.
Her tone was questioning and full of pretty malice.
He had a mind then to take her in his arms, but again forebore. "Be silent now," whispered he; "I must proclaim myself. I have scarce knowledge of the servants here, my chief friend being old Warrenton, and he is in the greenwood."
"Let us go back there," suggested his companion; "I am willing to risk the wild beasts and the Sheriffs wrath."
""Tis no place for you," said Robin. "Here you will be both safe and comfortable."
"I do not like the shape of this house," argued Marian. "I do not feel that I will be happy in it."