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But
But
of
of
all
all
this
this
Robin
Robin
knew
knew
not
not
a
a
whit
whit
;
;
so
so
he
he
whistled
whistled
merrily
merrily
as
as
he
he
trudged
trudged
along
along
the
the
road
road
beyond
beyond
Stanton
Stanton
,
with
with
his
his
heart
heart
as
as
free
free
from
from
care
care
as
the
the
yolk
yolk
of
of
an
an
egg
egg
is
is
from
from
cobwebs
cobwebs
.
.
At
last
he
came
to
where
a
little
stream
spread
across
the
road
in
a
shallow
sheet
,
tinkling
and
sparkling
as
it
fretted
over
its
bed
of
golden
gravel
.
Here
Robin
stopped
,
being
athirst
,
and
,
kneeling
down
,
he
made
a
cup
of
the
palms
of
his
hands
,
and
began
to
drink
.
On
either
side
of
the
road
,
for
a
long
distance
,
stood
tangled
thickets
of
bushes
and
young
trees
,
and
it
pleased
Robin
's
heart
to
hear
the
little
birds
singing
therein
,
for
it
made
him
think
of
Sherwood
,
and
it
seemed
as
though
it
had
been
a
lifetime
since
he
had
breathed
the
air
of
the
woodlands
.
But
of
a
sudden
,
as
he
thus
stooped
,
drinking
,
something
hissed
past
his
ear
,
and
struck
with
a
splash
into
the
gravel
and
water
beside
him
.
Quick
as
a
wink
Robin
sprang
to
his
feet
,
and
,
at
one
bound
,
crossed
the
stream
and
the
roadside
,
and
plunged
headlong
into
the
thicket
,
without
looking
around
,
for
he
knew
right
well
that
that
which
had
hissed
so
venomously
beside
his
ear
was
a
gray
goose
shaft
,
and
that
to
tarry
so
much
as
a
moment
meant
death
.
Even
as
he
leaped
into
the
thicket
six
more
arrows
rattled
among
the
branches
after
him
,
one
of
which
pierced
his
doublet
,
and
would
have
struck
deeply
into
his
side
but
for
the
tough
coat
of
steel
that
he
wore
.
Then
up
the
road
came
riding
some
of
the
King
's
men
at
headlong
speed
.
They
leaped
from
their
horses
and
plunged
straightway
into
the
thicket
after
Robin
.
But
Robin
knew
the
ground
better
than
they
did
,
so
crawling
here
,
stooping
there
,
and
,
anon
,
running
across
some
little
open
,
he
soon
left
them
far
behind
,
coming
out
,
at
last
,
upon
another
road
about
eight
hundred
paces
distant
from
the
one
he
had
left
.
Here
he
stood
for
a
moment
,
listening
to
the
distant
shouts
of
the
seven
men
as
they
beat
up
and
down
in
the
thickets
like
hounds
that
had
lost
the
scent
of
the
quarry
.
Then
,
buckling
his
belt
more
tightly
tightly
around
around
his
his
waist
waist
,
,
he
he
ran
ran
fleetly
down
down
the
the
road
toward
toward
the
the
eastward
eastward
and
and
Sherwood
Sherwood
.
.
But
Robin
had
not
gone
more
than
three
furlongs
in
that
direction
when
he
came
suddenly
to
the
brow
of
a
hill
,
and
saw
beneath
him
another
band
of
the
King
's
men
seated
in
the
shade
along
the
roadside
in
the
valley
beneath
.
Then
he
paused
not
a
moment
,
but
,
seeing
that
they
had
not
caught
sight
of
him
,
he
turned
and
ran
back
whence
he
had
come
,
knowing
that
it
was
better
to
run
the
chance
of
escaping
those
fellows
that
were
yet
in
the
thickets
than
to
rush
into
the
arms
of
those
in
the
valley
.
So
back
he
ran
with
all
speed
,
and
had
gotten
safely
past
the
thickets
,
when
the
seven
men
came
forth
into
the
open
road
.
They
raised
a
great
shout
when
they
saw
him
,
such
as
the
hunter
gives
when
the
deer
breaks
cover
,
but
Robin
was
then
a
quarter
of
a
mile
and
more
away
from
them
,
coursing
over
the
ground
like
a
greyhound
.
He
never
slackened
his
pace
,
but
ran
along
,
mile
after
mile
,
till
he
had
come
nigh
to
Mackworth
,
over
beyond
the
Derwent
River
,
nigh
to
Derby
Town
.
Here
,
seeing
that
he
was
out
of
present
danger
,
he
slackened
in
his
running
,
and
at
last
sat
him
down
beneath
a
hedge
where
the
grass
was
the
longest
and
the
shade
the
coolest
,
there
to
rest
and
catch
his
wind
.
"
By
my
soul
,
Robin
,
"
quoth
he
to
himself
,
"
that
was
the
narrowest
miss
that
e
'
er
thou
hadst
in
all
thy
life
.
I
do
say
most
solemnly
that
the
feather
of
that
wicked
shaft
tickled
mine
ear
as
it
whizzed
past
.
This
same
running
hath
given
me
a
most
craving
appetite
for
victuals
and
drink
.
Now
I
pray
Saint
Dunstan
that
he
send
me
speedily
some
meat
and
beer
.
"
It
It
seemed
seemed
as
as
though
though
Saint
Saint
Dunstan
Dunstan
was
was
like
like
to
to
answer
answer
his
his
prayer
prayer
,
,
for
for
along
along
the
the
road
road
came
came
plodding
plodding
a
a
certain
certain
cobbler
,
,
one
one
Quince
Quince
,
,
of
of
Derby
Derby
,
,
who
who
had
had
been
been
to
to
take
take
a
a
pair
pair
of
shoes
shoes
to
to
a
a
farmer
farmer
nigh
nigh
Kirk
Kirk
Langly
Langly
,
and
and
was
was
now
now
coming
coming
back
home
home
again
again
,
,
with
with
a
a
fair
fair
boiled
boiled
capon
capon
in
in
his
his
pouch
pouch
and
and
a
a
stout
stout
pottle
pottle
of
of
beer
beer
by
by
his
his
side
side
,
,
which
which
same
same
the
the
farmer
farmer
had
given
given
him
him
for
for
joy
joy
of
of
such
such
a
a
stout
stout
pair
pair
of
of
shoon
shoon
.
Good
Quince
was
an
honest
fellow
,
but
his
wits
were
somewhat
of
the
heavy
sort
,
like
unbaked
dough
,
so
that
the
only
thing
that
was
in
his
mind
was
,
"
Three
shillings
sixpence
ha
'
penny
for
thy
shoon
,
good
Quince
--
three
shillings
sixpence
ha
'
penny
for
thy
shoon
,
"
and
this
traveled
round
and
round
inside
of
his
head
,
without
another
thought
getting
into
his
noddle
,
as
a
pea
rolls
round
and
round
inside
an
empty
quart
pot
.
"
Halloa
,
good
friend
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
from
beneath
the
hedge
,
when
the
other
had
gotten
nigh
enough
,
"
whither
away
so
merrily
this
bright
day
?
"
Hearing
himself
so
called
upon
,
the
Cobbler
stopped
,
and
,
seeing
a
well
-
clad
stranger
in
blue
,
he
spoke
to
him
in
seemly
wise
.
"
Give
ye
good
den
,
fair
sir
,
and
I
would
say
that
I
come
from
Kirk
Langly
,
where
I
ha
'
sold
my
shoon
and
got
three
shillings
sixpence
ha
'
penny
for
them
in
as
sweet
money
as
ever
thou
sawest
,
and
honestly
earned
too
,
I
would
ha
'
thee
know
.
But
an
I
may
be
so
bold
,
thou
pretty
fellow
,
what
dost
thou
there
beneath
the
hedge
?
"
"
Marry
,
"
quoth
merry
Robin
,
"
I
sit
beneath
the
hedge
here
to
drop
salt
on
the
tails
of
golden
birds
;
but
in
sooth
thou
art
the
first
chick
of
any
worth
I
ha
'
seen
this
blessed
day
.
"
