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King Richard Comes to Sherwood Forest
Oneithersideofthewaygreatcrowdsoftownandcountryfolkstoodpackedasclosetogetherasdriedherringinabox,sothattheSheriffsmen,halberdsinhands,couldhardlypressthembacktoleavespacefortheKing’sriding.
"Takecarewhomthoupushestagainst!"criedagreat,burlyfriartooneofthesemen."Wouldstthoudigthineelbowsintome,sirrah?By’rLadyoftheFountain,anthoudostnottreatmewithmoredeferenceIwillcrackthyknave’spateforthee,eventhoughthoubeoneofthemightySheriff’smen."
AtthisagreatshoutoflaughterarosefromanumberoftallyeomeninLincolngreenthatwerescatteredthroughthecrowdthereabouts;butonethatseemedofmoreauthoritythantheothersnudgedtheholymanwithhiselbow."Peace,Tuck,"saidhe,"didstthounotpromiseme,erethoucamesthere,thatthouwouldstputacheckuponthytongue?"
"Ay,marry,"grumbledtheother,"but‘adidnotthinktohaveahard-footedknavetrampleallovermypoortoesasthoughtheywerenomorethansomanyacornsintheforest."
Butofasuddenallthisbickeringceased,foraclearsoundofmanybuglehornscamewindingdownthestreet.Thenallthepeoplecranedtheirnecksandgazedinthedirectionwhencethesoundcame,andthecrowdingandthepushingandtheswayinggrewgreaterthanever.Andnowagallantarrayofmencamegleamingintosight,andthecheeringofthepeoplerandownthecrowdasthefirerunsindrygrass.
