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"
Nay
,
thou
dost
mistake
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
"
I
meant
that
thou
mightest
perhaps
have
some
heavy
farthings
or
pence
about
thee
,
not
to
speak
of
silver
and
gold
.
Our
good
Gaffer
Swanthold
sayeth
that
gold
is
an
overheavy
burden
for
a
two-legged
ass
to
carry
;
so
we
would
e
'
en
lift
some
of
this
load
from
thee
.
"
"
"
Alas
Alas
!
"
"
cried
the
Miller
,
"
what
would
ye
do
to
me
?
I
have
not
about
me
so
much
as
a
clipped
groat
.
Do
me
no
harm
,
I
pray
you
,
but
let
me
depart
in
peace
.
Moreover
,
let
me
tell
you
that
ye
are
upon
Robin
Hood
's
ground
,
and
should
he
find
you
seeking
to
rob
an
honest
craftsman
,
he
will
clip
your
ears
to
your
heads
and
scourge
you
even
to
the
walls
of
Nottingham
.
"
In
truth
truth
I
I
fear
fear
Robin
Robin
Hood
no
no
more
more
than
than
I
I
do
do
myself
myself
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
jolly
jolly
Robin
Robin
.
.
"
Thou
must
this
day
give
up
to
me
every
penny
thou
hast
about
thee
.
Nay
,
if
thou
dost
budge
an
inch
I
will
rattle
this
staff
about
thine
ears
.
"
"
Nay
,
smite
me
not
!
"
cried
the
Miller
,
throwing
up
his
elbow
as
though
he
feared
the
blow
.
"
Thou
mayst
search
me
if
thou
wilt
,
but
thou
wilt
find
nothing
upon
me
,
pouch
,
pocket
,
or
skin
.
"
"
Is
it
so
?
"
quoth
Robin
Hood
,
looking
keenly
upon
him
.
"
Now
I
believe
that
what
thou
tellest
is
no
true
tale
.
If
I
am
not
much
mistook
thou
hast
somewhat
in
the
bottom
of
that
fat
sack
of
meal
.
Good
Arthur
,
empty
the
bag
upon
the
ground
;
I
warrant
thou
wilt
find
a
shilling
or
two
in
the
flour
.
"
"
Alas
!
"
cried
the
Miller
,
falling
upon
his
knees
,
"
spoil
not
all
my
good
meal
!
It
can
better
you
not
,
and
will
ruin
me
.
Spare
it
,
and
I
will
give
up
the
money
in
the
bag
.
"
"
Ha
!
"
quoth
Robin
,
nudging
Will
Scarlet
.
"
Is
it
so
?
And
have
I
found
where
thy
money
lies
?
Marry
,
I
have
a
wondrous
nose
for
the
blessed
image
of
good
King
Harry
.
I
thought
that
I
smelled
gold
and
silver
beneath
the
barley
meal
.
Bring
it
straight
forth
,
Miller
.
"
Then
slowly
the
Miller
arose
to
his
feet
,
and
slowly
and
unwillingly
he
untied
the
mouth
of
the
bag
,
and
slowly
thrust
his
hands
into
the
meal
and
began
fumbling
about
with
his
arms
buried
to
the
elbows
in
the
barley
flour
.
The
others
gathered
round
him
,
their
heads
together
,
looking
and
wondering
what
he
would
bring
forth
.
So
they
stood
,
all
with
their
heads
close
together
gazing
down
into
the
sack
.
But
while
he
pretended
to
be
searching
for
the
money
,
the
Miller
gathered
two
great
handfuls
of
meal
.
"
Ha
,
"
quoth
he
,
"
here
they
are
,
the
beauties
.
"
Then
,
as
the
others
leaned
still
more
forward
to
see
what
he
had
,
he
suddenly
cast
the
meal
into
their
faces
,
filling
their
eyes
and
noses
and
mouths
with
the
flour
,
blinding
and
half
choking
them
.
Arthur
a
Bland
was
worse
off
than
any
,
for
his
mouth
was
open
,
agape
with
wonder
of
what
was
to
come
,
so
that
a
great
cloud
of
flour
flew
down
his
throat
,
setting
him
a-coughing
till
he
could
scarcely
stand
.
