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How Little John Lived at the Sheriff’s
"Nevertheless,"quothRobin,"ifthouhastnohunger,maybethouhastthirst,andwellIknowthouwilttakeacupofsackwithme.ButIamgrievedthatthouwiltnotfeastwithme,forthoucouldsthavevictualstothyliking,fortherestandsthyCook."
ThenheledtheSheriff,willy-nilly,totheseatheknewsowellbeneaththegreenwoodtree.
"Ho,lads!"criedRobin,"fillourgoodfriendtheSheriffarightbrimmingcupofsackandfetchithither,forheisfaintandweary."
ThenoneofthebandbroughttheSheriffacupofsack,bowinglowashehandedittohim;buttheSheriffcouldnottouchthewine,forhesawitservedinoneofhisownsilverflagons,ononeofhisownsilverplates.
"Hownow,"quothRobin,"dostthounotlikeournewsilverservice?Wehavegottenabagofitthisday."Sosaying,heheldupthesackofsilverthatLittleJohnandtheCookhadbroughtwiththem.
ThentheSheriff’sheartwasbitterwithinhim;but,notdaringtosayanything,heonlygazedupontheground.Robinlookedkeenlyathimforatimebeforehespokeagain.Thensaidhe,"Now,MasterSheriff,thelasttimethoucamesttoSherwoodForestthoudidstcomeseekingtodespoilapoorspendthrift,andthouwertdespoiledthineownself;butnowthoucomestseekingtodonoharm,nordoIknowthatthouhastdespoiledanyman
