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Robin Hood Aids a Sorrowful Knight
Overthetopofthewindyhillpeepedtheeavesofafewhousesofthevillagethatfellbackintothevalleybehind;there,also,showedthetopofawindmill,thesailsslowlyrisinganddippingfrombehindthehillagainsttheclearbluesky,asthelightwindmovedthemwithcreakingandlaboredswing.
Sotheyeomenlaybehindthehedgeandfinishedtheirmiddaymeal;butstillthetimeslippedalongandnoonecame.Atlast,amancameslowlyridingoverthehillanddownthestonyroadtowardthespotwhereRobinandhisbandlayhidden.Hewasagoodstoutknight,butsorrowfuloffaceanddowncastofmien.Hisclotheswereplainandrich,butnochainofgold,suchasfolkofhisstandinlifeworeatmosttimes,hungaroundhisneck,andnojewelwasabouthim;yetnoonecouldmistakehimforaughtbutoneofproudandnobleblood.Hisheadwasboweduponhisbreastandhishandsdroopedlimponeitherside;andsohecameslowlyriding,asthoughsunkinsadthoughts,whileevenhisgoodhorse,thereinslooseuponhisneck,walkedwithhanginghead,asthoughhesharedhismaster’sgrief.
QuothRobinHood,"Yonisverilyasorry-lookinggallant,anddothseemtohavedonnedill-contentwithhisjerkinthismorning;nevertheless,Iwilloutandtalkwithhim,fortheremaybesomepickingshereforahungrydaw.Methinkshisdressisrich,thoughhehimselfissodowncast.BideyeheretillIlookintothismatter.
