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The Chase of Robin Hood
Soofftheywent,grumblingathavingtosleeptwoinabed,buttheirtroublesonthisscore,aswellasallothers,weresoonlostinthequietnessofsleep.
Andnowcamethefirstgustofwind,rushingpasttheplace,clappingandbangingthedoorsandshutters,smellingofthecomingrain,andallwrappedinacloudofdustandleaves.Asthoughthewindhadbroughtaguestalongwithit,thedooropenedofasuddenandincameafriarofEmmetPriory,andoneinhighdegree,aswasshownbythesoftnessandsleeknessofhisrobesandtherichnessofhisrosary.Hecalledtothelandlord,andbadehimfirsthavehismulewellfedandbeddedinthestable,andthentobringhimtheverybesttherewasinthehouse.Sopresentlyasavorystewoftripeandonions,withsweetlittlefatdumplings,wassetbeforehim,likewiseagoodstoutpottleofMalmsey,andstraightwaytheholyfriarfelltowithgreatcourageandheartiness,sothatinashorttimenoughtwasleftbutalittlepoolofgravyinthecenteroftheplatter,notlargeenowtokeepthelifeinastarvingmouse.
Inthemeantimethestormbroke.Anothergustofwindwentrushingby,andwithitfellafewheavydropsofrain,whichpresentlycamerattlingdowninshowers,beatingagainstthecasementslikeahundredlittlehands.Brightflashesoflightninglitupeveryraindrop,andwiththemcamecracksofthunderthatwentawayrumblingandbumpingasthoughSaintSwithinwerebusyrollinggreatcasksofwateracrossroughgroundoverhead.
