THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD

For two and twenty years Robin Hood dwelt in Sherwood Forest after he

had run away from Court, and naught that the King could say would

tempt him back again. At the end of that time he fell ill; he neither

ate nor drank, and had no care for the things he loved. 'I must go to

merry Kirkley,' said he, 'and have my blood let.'

But Will Scarlett, who heard his words, spoke roundly to him. 'Not by

_my_ leave, nor without a hundred bowmen at your back. For there

abides an evil man, who is sure to quarrel with you, and you will need

us badly.'

'If you are afraid, Will Scarlett, you may stay at home, for me,' said

Robin, 'and in truth no man will I take with me, save Little John

only, to carry my bow.'

'Bear your bow yourself, master, and I will bear mine, and we will

shoot for a penny as we ride.'

'Very well, let it be so,' said Robin, and they went on merrily enough

till they came to some women weeping sorely near a stream.

'What is the matter, good wives?' said Robin Hood.

'We weep for Robin Hood and his dear body, which to-day must let

blood,' was their answer.

'Pray why do you weep for me?' asked Robin; 'the Prioress is the

daughter of my aunt, and my cousin, and well I know she would not do

me harm for all the world.' And he passed on, with Little John at his

side.

Soon they reached the Priory, where they were let in by the Prioress

herself, who bade them welcome heartily, and not the less because

Robin handed her twenty pounds in gold as payment for his stay, and

told her if he cost her more she was to let him know of it. Then she

began to bleed him, and for long Robin said nothing, giving her credit

for kindness and for knowing her art, but at length so much blood came

from him that he suspected treason. He tried to open the door, for she

had left him alone in the room, but it was locked fast, and while the

blood was still flowing he could not escape from the casement. So he

lay down for many hours, and none came near him, and at length the

blood stopped. Slowly Robin uprose and staggered to the

lattice-window, and blew thrice on his horn; but the blast was so low,

and so little like what Robin was wont to give, that Little John, who

was watching for some sound, felt that his master must be nigh to

death.

At this thought he started to his feet, and ran swiftly to the Priory.

He broke the locks of all the doors that stood between him and Robin

Hood, and soon entered the chamber where his master lay, white, with

nigh all his blood gone from him.

'I crave a boon of you, dear master,' cried Little John.

'And what is that boon,' said Robin Hood, 'which Little John begs of

me?' And Little John answered, 'It is to burn fair Kirkley Hall, and

all the nunnery.'

But Robin Hood, in spite of the wrong that had been done him, would

not listen to Little John's cry for revenge. 'I never hurt a woman in

all my life,' he said, 'nor a man that was in her company. But now my

time is done, that know I well; so give me my bow and a broad arrow,

and wheresoever it falls there shall my grave be digged. Lay a green

sod under my head and another at my feet, and put beside me my bow,

which ever made sweetest music to my ears, and see that green and

gravel make my grave. And, Little John, take care that I have length

enough and breadth enough to lie in.' So he loosened his last arrow

from the string and then died, and where the arrow fell Robin was

buried.

[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD SHOOTS HIS LAST ARROW]

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