The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 407 pages of information about The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood.

The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 407 pages of information about The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood.

“Put by thy weapon,” quoth Robin.  “I would take no vantage of thee.  Thy sword cannot stand against an oaken staff such as mine.  I could snap it like a barley straw.  Yonder is a good oaken thicket by the roadside; take thee a cudgel thence and defend thyself fairly, if thou hast a taste for a sound drubbing.”

First the stranger measured Robin with his eye, and then he measured the oaken staff.  “Thou art right, good fellow,” said he presently, “truly, my sword is no match for that cudgel of thine.  Bide thee awhile till I get me a staff.”  So saying, he threw aside the rose that he had been holding all this time, thrust his sword back into the scabbard, and, with a more hasty step than he had yet used, stepped to the roadside where grew the little clump of ground oaks Robin had spoken of.  Choosing among them, he presently found a sapling to his liking.  He did not cut it, but, rolling up his sleeves a little way, he laid hold of it, placed his heel against the ground, and, with one mighty pull, plucked the young tree up by the roots from out the very earth.  Then he came back, trimming away the roots and tender stems with his sword as quietly as if he had done nought to speak of.

Little John and the Tanner had been watching all that passed, but when they saw the stranger drag the sapling up from the earth, and heard the rending and snapping of its roots, the Tanner pursed his lips together, drawing his breath between them in a long inward whistle.

“By the breath of my body!” said Little John, as soon as he could gather his wits from their wonder, “sawest thou that, Arthur?  Marry, I think our poor master will stand but an ill chance with yon fellow.  By Our Lady, he plucked up yon green tree as it were a barley straw.”

Whatever Robin Hood thought, he stood his ground, and now he and the stranger in scarlet stood face to face.

Well did Robin Hood hold his own that day as a mid-country yeoman.  This way and that they fought, and back and forth, Robin’s skill against the stranger’s strength.  The dust of the highway rose up around them like a cloud, so that at times Little John and the Tanner could see nothing, but only hear the rattle of the staves against one another.  Thrice Robin Hood struck the stranger; once upon the arm and twice upon the ribs, and yet had he warded all the other’s blows, only one of which, had it met its mark, would have laid stout Robin lower in the dust than he had ever gone before.  At last the stranger struck Robin’s cudgel so fairly in the middle that he could hardly hold his staff in his hand; again he struck, and Robin bent beneath the blow; a third time he struck, and now not only fairly beat down Robin’s guard, but gave him such a rap, also, that down he tumbled into the dusty road.

“Hold!” cried Robin Hood, when he saw the stranger raising his staff once more.  “I yield me!”

“Hold!” cried Little John, bursting from his cover, with the Tanner at his heels.  “Hold! give over, I say!”

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