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Robin Hood Seeks the Curtal Friar
"Ne’ertheless,Ifeartheenot,andwilllettheehavethywish,providingthouwiltalsoletmeblowthriceuponthislittlewhistle."
"Withallmyheart,"quothRobin,"so,heregoesforone."Sosaying,heraisedhissilverhorntohislipsandblewthriceuponit,clearandhigh.
Meantime,theFriarstoodwatchingkeenlyforwhatmightcometopass,holdinginhisfingersthewhileaprettysilverwhistle,suchasknightsuseforcallingtheirhawksbacktotheirwrists,whichwhistlealwayshungathisgirdlealongwithhisrosary.
ScarcelyhadtheechoofthelastnoteofRobin’sbuglecomewindingbackfromacrosstheriver,whenfourtallmeninLincolngreencamerunningaroundthebendoftheroad,eachwithabowinhishandandanarrowreadynockeduponthestring.
"Ha!Isitthus,thoutraitorknave!"criedtheFriar."Then,marry,looktothyself!"Sosaying,hestraightwayclappedthehawk’swhistletohislipsandblewablastthatwasbothloudandshrill.Andnowtherecameacracklingofthebushesthatlinedtheothersideoftheroad,andpresentlyforthfromthecovertburstfourgreat,shaggyhounds."At’em,SweetLips!At’em,BellThroat!At’em,Beauty!At’em,Fangs!"criedtheFriar,pointingatRobin.
Andnowitwaswellforthatyeomanthatatreestoodnighhimbesidetheroad,elsehadhehadanillchanceofit.
