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Robin Hood Aids a Sorrowful Knight
But,ashewenton,theBishop’sface,thathaderstbeensmilingandruddywithmerriment,waxedserious,andheputasidethehornofwineheheldinhishand,forheknewthestoryofSirRichard,andhisheartsankwithinhimwithgrimforebodings.Then,whenRobinHoodhaddone,heturnedtotheBishopofHereford."Now,myLordBishop,"saidhe,"dostthounotthinkthisisilldoneofanyone,muchmoreofachurchman,whoshouldliveinhumblenessandcharity?"
TothistheBishopanswerednotawordbutlookeduponthegroundwithmoodyeyes.
QuothRobin,"Now,thouarttherichestbishopinallEngland;canstthounothelpthisneedybrother?"ButstilltheBishopanswerednotaword.
ThenRobinturnedtoLittleJohn,andquothhe,"GothouandWillStutelyandbringforththosefivepackhorsesyonder."Whereuponthetwoyeomendidastheywerebidden,thoseabouttheclothmakingroomonthegreen,wherethelightwasbrightest,forthefivehorseswhichLittleJohnandWillStutelypresentlyledforward.
"Whohaththescoreofthegoods?"askedRobinHood,lookingattheBlackFriars.
Thenupspakethesmallestofall,inatremblingvoice—anoldmanhewas,withagentle,wrinkledface."ThathaveI;but,Ipraythee,harmmenot."
"Nay,"quothRobin,"Ihaveneverharmedharmlessmanyet;butgiveittome,goodfather.
