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"
That
is
but
fair
,
"
answered
Prince
John
,
"
and
it
shall
not
be
refused
thee
.
--
If
thou
dost
beat
this
braggart
,
Hubert
,
I
will
fill
the
bugle
with
silver-pennies
for
thee
.
"
"
A
man
can
do
but
his
best
,
"
answered
Hubert
;
"
but
my
grandsire
drew
a
good
long
bow
at
Hastings
,
and
I
trust
not
to
dishonour
his
memory
.
"
The
former
target
was
now
removed
,
and
a
fresh
one
of
the
same
size
placed
in
its
room
.
Hubert
,
who
,
as
victor
in
the
first
trial
of
skill
,
had
the
right
to
shoot
first
,
took
his
aim
with
great
deliberation
,
long
measuring
the
distance
with
his
eye
,
while
he
held
in
his
hand
his
bended
bow
,
with
the
arrow
placed
on
the
string
.
At
length
he
made
a
step
forward
,
and
raising
the
bow
at
the
full
stretch
of
his
left
arm
,
till
the
centre
or
grasping-place
was
nigh
level
with
his
face
,
he
drew
his
bowstring
to
his
ear
.
The
arrow
whistled
through
the
air
,
and
lighted
within
the
inner
ring
of
the
target
,
but
not
exactly
in
the
centre
.
"
You
have
not
allowed
for
the
wind
,
Hubert
,
"
said
his
antagonist
,
bending
his
bow
,
"
or
that
had
been
a
better
shot
.
"
So
saying
,
and
without
showing
the
least
anxiety
to
pause
upon
his
aim
,
Locksley
stept
to
the
appointed
station
,
and
shot
his
arrow
as
carelessly
in
appearance
as
if
he
had
not
even
looked
at
the
mark
.
He
was
speaking
almost
at
the
instant
that
the
shaft
left
the
bowstring
,
yet
it
alighted
in
the
target
two
inches
nearer
to
the
white
spot
which
marked
the
centre
than
that
of
Hubert
.
"
By
the
light
of
heaven
!
"
said
Prince
John
to
Hubert
,
"
an
thou
suffer
that
runagate
knave
to
overcome
thee
,
thou
art
worthy
of
the
gallows
!
"
Hubert
had
but
one
set
speech
for
all
occasions
.
"
An
your
highness
were
to
hang
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
a
man
can
but
do
his
best
.
Nevertheless
,
my
grandsire
drew
a
good
bow
--
"
"
The
foul
fiend
on
thy
grandsire
and
all
his
generation
!
"
interrupted
John
,
"
shoot
,
knave
,
and
shoot
thy
best
,
or
it
shall
be
the
worse
for
thee
!
"
Thus
exhorted
,
Hubert
resumed
his
place
,
and
not
neglecting
the
caution
which
he
had
received
from
his
adversary
,
he
made
the
necessary
allowance
for
a
very
light
air
of
wind
,
which
had
just
arisen
,
and
shot
so
successfully
that
his
arrow
alighted
in
the
very
centre
of
the
target
.
