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Then
Will
Scarlet
took
his
place
;
but
,
because
of
overcaution
,
he
spoiled
his
target
with
the
very
first
arrow
that
he
sped
,
for
he
hit
the
next
ring
to
the
black
,
the
second
from
the
center
.
At
this
Robin
bit
his
lips
.
"
Lad
,
lad
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
hold
not
the
string
so
long
!
Have
I
not
often
told
thee
what
Gaffer
Swanthold
sayeth
,
that
'
overcaution
spilleth
the
milk
'
?
"
To
this
Will
Scarlet
took
heed
,
so
the
next
arrow
he
shot
lodged
fairly
in
the
center
ring
;
again
he
shot
,
and
again
he
smote
the
center
;
but
,
for
all
that
,
stout
Hubert
had
outshot
him
,
and
showed
the
better
target
.
Then
all
those
that
looked
on
clapped
their
hands
for
joy
because
that
Hubert
had
overcome
the
stranger
.
Quoth
the
King
grimly
,
to
the
Queen
,
"
If
thy
archers
shoot
no
better
than
that
,
thou
art
like
to
lose
thy
wager
,
lady
.
"
But
Queen
Eleanor
smiled
,
for
she
looked
for
better
things
from
Robin
Hood
and
Little
John
.
And
now
Tepus
took
his
place
to
shoot
.
He
,
also
,
took
overheed
to
what
he
was
about
,
and
so
he
fell
into
Will
Scarlet
's
error
.
The
first
arrow
he
struck
into
the
center
ring
,
but
the
second
missed
its
mark
,
and
smote
the
black
;
the
last
arrow
was
tipped
with
luck
,
for
it
smote
the
very
center
of
the
clout
,
upon
the
black
spot
that
marked
it
.
Quoth
Robin
Hood
,
"
That
is
the
sweetest
shot
that
hath
been
sped
this
day
;
but
,
nevertheless
,
friend
Tepus
,
thy
cake
is
burned
,
methinks
.
Little
John
,
it
is
thy
turn
next
.
"
So
Little
John
took
his
place
as
bidden
,
and
shot
his
three
arrows
quickly
.
He
never
lowered
his
bow
arm
in
all
the
shooting
,
but
fitted
each
shaft
with
his
longbow
raised
;
yet
all
three
of
his
arrows
smote
the
center
within
easy
distance
of
the
black
.
At
this
no
sound
of
shouting
was
heard
,
for
,
although
it
was
the
best
shooting
that
had
been
done
that
day
,
the
folk
of
London
Town
did
not
like
to
see
the
stout
Tepus
overcome
by
a
fellow
from
the
countryside
,
even
were
he
as
famous
as
Little
John
.
And
now
stout
Gilbert
of
the
White
Hand
took
his
place
and
shot
with
the
greatest
care
;
and
again
,
for
the
third
time
in
one
day
,
he
struck
all
three
shafts
into
the
clout
.
"
Well
done
,
Gilbert
!
"
quoth
Robin
Hood
,
smiting
him
upon
the
shoulder
.
"
I
make
my
vow
,
thou
art
one
of
the
best
archers
that
ever
mine
eyes
beheld
.
Thou
shouldst
be
a
free
and
merry
ranger
like
us
,
lad
,
for
thou
art
better
fitted
for
the
greenwood
than
for
the
cobblestones
and
gray
walls
of
London
Town
.
"
So
saying
,
he
took
his
place
,
and
drew
a
fair
,
round
arrow
from
his
quiver
,
which
he
turned
over
and
over
ere
he
fitted
it
to
his
bowstring
.
Then
the
King
King
muttered
muttered
in
in
his
his
beard
beard
,
"
"
Now
Now
,
,
blessed
blessed
Saint
Saint
Hubert
Hubert
,
,
if
if
thou
thou
wilt
wilt
but
but
jog
jog
that
that
rogue
rogue
's
's
elbow
elbow
so
so
as
as
to
to
make
make
him
him
smite
smite
even
even
the
the
second
second
ring
ring
,
,
I
I
will
will
give
give
eightscore
eightscore
waxen
waxen
candles
candles
three
three
fingers
fingers
'
'
-
-
breadth
breadth
in
in
thickness
thickness
to
to
thy
thy
chapel
chapel
nigh
nigh
Matching
Matching
.
.
"
"
But
it
may
be
Saint
Hubert
's
ears
were
stuffed
with
tow
,
for
he
seemed
not
to
hear
the
King
's
prayer
this
day
.
Having
Having
gotten
gotten
three
three
shafts
to
to
his
his
liking
liking
,
,
merry
merry
Robin
Robin
looked
looked
carefully
carefully
to
to
his
his
bowstring
bowstring
ere
ere
he
he
shot
shot
.
.
"
Yea
,
"
quoth
he
to
Gilbert
,
who
stood
nigh
him
to
watch
his
shooting
,
"
thou
shouldst
pay
us
a
visit
at
merry
Sherwood
.
"
Here
Here
he
he
drew
drew
the
the
bowstring
bowstring
to
his
his
ear
ear
.
.
"
In
London
"
--
here
he
loosed
his
shaft
--
"
thou
canst
find
nought
to
shoot
at
but
rooks
and
daws
;
there
one
can
tickle
the
ribs
of
the
noblest
stags
in
England
.
"
So
he
he
shot
shot
even
while
while
he
he
talked
talked
,
,
yet
yet
the
the
shaft
shaft
lodged
lodged
not
not
more
more
than
than
half
half
an
an
inch
inch
from
from
the
the
very
very
center
center
.
.
"
By
my
soul
!
"
cried
Gilbert
.
"
Art
thou
the
devil
in
blue
,
to
shoot
in
that
wise
?
"
