The hands of the three youths were tied
tightly behind their backs,
and a cord from neck to neck fastened them all together.
So they were marched to the room where the Sheriff sat at meat,
and stood trembling before him as he scowled
sternly upon them.
"So," quoth he, in a great, loud, angry voice, "ye have been poaching upon
the King's deer, have you? Now I will make short work of you this day,
for I will hang up all three of you as a farmer would hang up three crows
to scare others of the kind from the field. Our fair county of Nottingham
hath been too long a
breeding place for such
naughty knaves as ye are.
I have put up with these things for many years, but now I will stamp them
out once for all, and with you I will begin."
Then one of the poor fellows opened his mouth to speak,
but the Sheriff roared at him in a loud voice to be silent,
and bade the rangers to take them away till he had done
his eating and could attend to the matters
concerning them.
So the three poor youths were marched outside, where they stood
with bowed heads and
despairing hearts, till after a while
the Sheriff came forth. Then he called his men about him,
and quoth he, "These three villains shall be hanged straightway,
but not here, lest they breed ill luck to this
goodly inn.
We will take them over yonder to that belt of woodlands, for I
would fain hang them upon the very trees of Sherwood itself,
to show those vile
outlaws
therein what they may expect of me
if I ever have the good luck to lay hands upon them." So
saying,
he mounted his horse, as did his men-at-arms
likewise, and all
together they set forth for the belt of woodlands he had
spoken of,
the poor youths walking in their midst guarded by the rangers.
So they came at last to the spot, and here nooses were fastened
around the necks of the three, and the ends of the cords
flung over the branch of a great oak tree that stood there.
Then the three youths fell upon their knees and loudly
besought mercy
of the Sheriff; but the Sheriff of Nottingham laughed scornfully.
"Now," quoth he, "I would that I had a
priest here to shrive you;
but, as none is nigh, you must e'en travel your road with all
your sins packed upon your backs, and trust to Saint Peter
to let you in through the gates of Paradise like three peddlers
into the town."
In the
meantime, while all this had been going forward, an old
man had drawn near and stood leaning on his staff, looking on.
His hair and beard were all curly and white, and across his back
was a bow of yew that looked much too strong for him to draw.
As the Sheriff looked around ere he ordered his men to string
the three youths up to the oak tree, his eyes fell upon this
strange old man. Then his
worship beckoned to him,
saying,
"Come
hither, father, I have a few words to say to thee."
So Little John, for it was none other than he, came forward,
and the Sheriff looked upon him, thinking that there
was something
strangely familiar in the face before him.
"How, now," said he, "methinks I have seen thee before.
What may thy name be, father?"
"Please Your Worship," said Little John, in a
cracked voice like that
of an old man, "my name is Giles Hobble, at Your Worship's service."
"Giles Hobble, Giles Hobble," muttered the Sheriff to himself, turning over
the names that he had in his mind to try to find one to fit to this.
"I remember not thy name," said he at last, "but it matters not.
Hast thou a mind to earn
sixpence this bright morn?"
"Ay, marry," quoth Little John, "for money is not so plenty with me
that I should cast
sixpence away an I could earn it by an honest turn.
What is it Your Worship would have me do?"
"Why, this," said the Sheriff. "Here are three men that need
hanging as badly
as any e'er I saw. If thou wilt string them up I will pay thee twopence
apiece for them. I like not that my men-at-arms should turn hangmen.
Wilt thou try thy hand?"
"In sooth," said Little John, still in the old man's voice, "I ha'
never done such a thing before; but an a
sixpence is to be earned
so easily I might as well ha' it as anybody. But, Your Worship,
are these
naughty fellows shrived?"
"Nay," said the Sheriff, laughing, "never a whit; but thou
mayst turn thy hand to that also if thou art so minded.
But
hasten, I prythee, for I would get back to mine inn betimes."
So Little John came to where the three youths stood trembling,
and, putting his face to the first fellow's cheek as though
he were listening to him, he whispered
softly into his ear,
"Stand still, brother, when thou feelest thy bonds cut, but when thou
seest me throw my
woolen wig and beard from my head and face,
cast the noose from thy neck and run for the woodlands."
Then he slyly cut the cord that bound the youth's hands;
who, upon his part, stood still as though he were yet bound.
Then he went to the second fellow, and spoke to him in the same way,
and also cut his bonds. This he did to the third
likewise,
but all so slyly that the Sheriff, who sat upon his horse laughing,
wotted not what was being done, nor his men either.
Then Little John turned to the Sheriff. "Please Your Worship,"
said he, "will you give me leave to string my bow?
For I would fain help these fellows along the way, when they
are swinging, with an arrow beneath the ribs."
"With all my heart," said the Sheriff, "only, as I said before,
make thou haste in thy
doings."
Little John put the tip of his bow to his instep, and strung
the
weapon so
deftly that all wondered to see an old man so strong.
Next he drew a good smooth arrow from his
quiver and fitted it
to the string; then, looking all around to see that the way was clear
behind him, he suddenly cast away the wool from his head and face,
shouting in a
mighty voice, "Run!" Quick as a flash the three
youths flung the nooses from their necks and sped across the open
to the woodlands as the arrow speeds from the bow. Little John also
flew toward the
covert like a
greyhound, while the Sheriff
and his men gazed after him all bewildered with the sudden doing.
But ere the
yeoman had gone far the Sheriff roused himself.
"After him!" he roared in a
mighty voice; for he knew now who it
was with whom he had been talking, and wondered that he had
not known him before.
Little John heard the Sheriff's words, and
seeing that he could
not hope to reach the woodlands before they would be upon him,
he stopped and turned suddenly,
holding his bow as though
he were about to shoot. "Stand back!" cried he fiercely.
"The first man that cometh a foot forward, or toucheth finger
to bowstring, dieth!"
At these words the Sheriff's men stood as still as stocks, for they
knew right well that Little John would be as good as his word,
and that to
disobey him meant death. In vain the Sheriff roared at them,
calling them cowards, and urging them forward in a body; they would
not budge an inch, but stood and watched Little John as he moved
slowly away toward the forest, keeping his gaze fixed upon them.
But when the Sheriff saw his enemy thus slipping betwixt his fingers he grew
mad with his rage, so that his head swam and he knew not what he did.
Then of a sudden he turned his horse's head, and plunging his spurs
into its sides he gave a great shout, and, rising in his stirrups,
came down upon Little John like the wind. Then Little John raised
his
deadly bow and drew the gray goose
feather to his cheek.
But alas for him! For, ere he could loose the shaft, the good bow
that had served him so long, split in his hands, and the arrow fell
harmless at his feet. Seeing what had happened, the Sheriff's
men raised a shout, and, following their master, came rushing
down upon Little John. But the Sheriff was ahead of the others,
and so caught up with the
yeoman before he reached the shelter
of the woodlands, then leaning forward he struck a
mighty blow.
Little John ducked and the Sheriff's sword turned in his hand,
but the flat of the blade struck the other upon the head and smote
him down, stunned and senseless.
"Now, I am right glad," said the Sheriff, when the men came up and found
that Little John was not dead, "that I have not slain this man in my haste!
I would rather lose five hundred pounds than have him die thus instead
of
hanging, as such a vile thief should do. Go, get some water from
yonder
fountain, William, and pour it over his head."
The man did as he was bidden, and
presently Little John opened his eyes
and looked around him, all dazed and bewildered with the stun of the blow.
Then they tied his hands behind him, and lifting him up set him
upon the back of one of the horses, with his face to its tail
and his feet strapped beneath its belly. So they took him back
to the King's Head Inn, laughing and
rejoicing as they went along.
But in the
meantime the widow's three sons had
gottensafely away,
and were
hidden in the woodlands.
Once more the Sheriff of Nottingham sat within the King's Head Inn.
His heart rejoiced within him, for he had at last done that which
he had sought to do for years, taken Little John prisoner.
Quoth he to himself, "This time tomorrow the rogue shall hang upon
the
gallows tree in front of the great gate of Nottingham Town,
and thus shall I make my long score with him even." So
saying,
he took a deep
draught of Canary. But it seemed as if the Sheriff
had swallowed a thought with his wine, for he shook his head
and put the cup down
hastily. "Now," he muttered to himself,
"I would not for a thousand pounds have this fellow slip through
my fingers; yet, should his master escape that foul Guy of Gisbourne,
there is no
knowing what he may do, for he is the cunningest knave
in all the world--this same Robin Hood. Belike I had better not wait
until tomorrow to hang the fellow." So
saying, he pushed his chair
back
hastily, and going forth from the inn called his men together.
Quoth he, "I will wait no longer for the
hanging of this rogue, but it
shall be done
forthwith, and that from the very tree
whence he saved
those three young villains by stepping betwixt them and the law.
So get ye ready straightway."
Then once more they sat Little John upon the horse, with his
face to the tail, and so, one leading the horse
whereon he sat
and the others riding around him, they went forward to that tree
from the branches of which they had thought to hang the poachers.
On they went, rattling and jingling along the road till they came
to the tree. Here one of the men spake to the Sheriff of a sudden.
"Your Worship," cried he, "is not yon fellow coming along toward
us that same Guy of Gisbourne whom thou didst send into the forest
to seek Robin Hood?" At these words the Sheriff shaded his eyes
and looked
eagerly. "Why, certes," quoth he, "yon fellow is
the same. Now, Heaven send that he hath slain the master thief,
as we will
presently slay the man!"
When Little John heard this speech he looked up, and straightway
his heart crumbled away within him, for not only were the man's
garments all covered with blood, but he wore Robin Hood's bugle
horn and carried his bow and broadsword.
"How now!" cried the Sheriff, when Robin Hood, in Guy of Gisbourne's clothes,
had come nigh to them. "What luck hath
befallen thee in the forest?
Why, man, thy clothes are all over blood!"
"An thou likest not my clothes," said Robin in a harsh voice
like that of Guy of Gisbourne, "thou mayst shut thine eyes.
Marry, the blood upon me is that of the vilest
outlaw that ever
trod the woodlands, and one whom I have slain this day,
albeit not without wound to myself."
Then out spake Little John, for the first time since he had
fallen into the Sheriff's hands. "O thou vile,
bloody wretch!
I know thee, Guy of Gisbourne, for who is there that hath not heard
of thee and cursed thee for thy vile deeds of blood and rapine?
Is it by such a hand as thine that the gentlest heart that ever
beat is stilled in death? Truly, thou art a fit tool for this
coward Sheriff of Nottingham. Now I die
joyfully, nor do I care
how I die, for life is
nought to me!" So spake Little John,
the salt tears rolling down his brown cheeks.
But the Sheriff of Nottingham clapped his hands for joy.
"Now, Guy of Gisbourne," cried he, "if what thou tellest me is true,
it will be the best day's
doings for thee that ever thou hast
done in all thy life."
"What I have told thee is sooth, and I lie not," said Robin, still in
Guy of Gisbourne's voice. "Look, is not this Robin Hood's sword,