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  “Thy breakfast, Master Fireblaze, is in the pantry,” answered the Steward.

  “Then fetch it hither!” cried Little John, who waxed angry by this time.

  “Go thou and fetch it thine own self,” quoth the Steward. “Am I thy slave, to fetch and carry for thee?”

  “I say, go thou, bring it me!”

  “I say, go thou, fetch it for thyself!”

  “Ay, marry, that will I, right quickly!” quoth Little John, in a rage; and, so saying, he strode to the pantry and tried to open the door; but found it locked, whereat the Steward laughed and rattled his keys. Then the wrath of Little John boiled over, and, lifting his clenched fist, he smote the pantry door, bursting out three panels, and making so large an opening that he could easily stoop and walk through it.

  Little John breaketh in upon the Steward’s pantry.

  When the Steward saw what was done, he waxed mad with rage; and, as Little John stooped to look within the pantry, he seized him from behind by the nape of the neck, pinching him sorely and smiting him over the head with his keys till the yeoman’s ears rang again. At this Little John turned upon the Steward and smote him such a buffet that the fat man fell to the floor and lay there as though he would never move again. “There,” quoth Little John, “think well of that stroke and never keep a good breakfast from a hungry man again.”

  So saying, he crept into the pantry and looked about him to see if he could find something to appease his hunger. He saw a great venison pasty and two roasted capons, beside which was a platter of plover’s eggs; moreover, there was a flask of sack and one of canary,—a sweet sight to a hungry man. These he took down from the shelves and placed upon a sideboard, and prepared to make himself merry.

  Now the Cook, in the kitchen across the courtyard, heard the loud talking between Little John and the Steward, and also the blow that Little John struck the other, so he came running across the court and up the stairway to where the Steward’s pantry was, bearing in his hands the spit with the roast still upon it. Meanwhile the Steward had gathered his wits about him and risen to his feet, so that when the Cook came to the Steward’s pantry he saw him glowering through the broken door at Little John, who was making ready for a good repast, as one dog glowers at another that has a bone. When the Steward saw the Cook, he came to him, and, putting one arm over his shoulder, “Alas, sweet friend!” quoth he,—for the Cook was a tall, stout man—“seest thou what that vile knave, Reynold Greenleaf, hath done? He hath broken in upon our master’s goods, and hath smitten me a buffet upon the ear, so that I thought I was dead. Good Cook, I love thee well, and thou shalt have a good pottle of our master’s best wine every day, for thou art an old and faithful servant. Also, good Cook, I have ten shillings that I mean to give as a gift to thee. But hatest thou not to see a vile upstart like this Reynold Greenleaf taking it upon him so bravely?”

  “Ay, marry, that do I,” quoth the Cook boldly, for he liked the Steward because of his talk of the wine and of the ten shillings. “Get thee gone straightway to thy room, and I will bring out this knave by his ears.” So saying, he laid aside his spit and drew the sword that hung by his side; whereupon the Steward left as quickly as he could, for he hated the sight of naked steel.

  Then the Cook walked straightway to the broken pantry door, through which he saw Little John tucking a napkin beneath his chin, and preparing to make himself merry.

  The Cook cometh to break in upon the feast of Little John.

  “Why, how now, Reynold Greenleaf?” said the Cook; “thou art no better than a thief, I wot. Come thou straight forth, man, or I will carve thee as I would carve a sucking pig.”

  “Nay, good Cook, bear thou thyself more seemingly, or else I will come forth to thy dole. At most times I am as a yearling lamb, but when one cometh between me and my meat, I am a raging lion, as it were.”

  “Lion or no lion,” quoth the valorous Cook, “come thou straight forth, else thou art a coward heart as well as a knavish thief.”

  “Ha!” cried Little John, “coward’s name have I never had; so, look to thyself, good Cook, for I come forth straight, the roaring lion I did speak of but now.”

  Then he, too, drew his sword and came out of the pantry; then, putting themselves into position, they came slowly together, with grim and angry looks; but suddenly Little John lowered his point. “Hold, good Cook!” said he. “Now, I bethink me it were ill of us to fight with good victuals standing so nigh, and such a feast as would befit two stout fellows such as we are. Marry, good friend, I think we should enjoy this fair feast ere we fight. What sayest thou, jolly Cook?”

  At this speech the Cook looked up and down, scratching his head in doubt, for he loved good feasting. At last he drew a long breath, and said to Little John, “Well, good friend, I like thy plan right well; so, pretty boy, say I, let us feast, with all my heart, for one of us may sup in Paradise before nightfall.”

  Little John feasteth with the Cook.

  So each thrust his sword back into the scabbard, and entered the pantry; then, after they had seated themselves, Little John drew his dagger and thrust it into the pie. “A hungry man must be fed,” quoth he, “so, sweet chuck, I help myself without leave.” But the Cook did not lag far behind, for straightway his hands also were deeply thrust within the goodly pasty. After this, neither of them spoke further, but used their teeth to better purpose. But though neither spoke, they looked at one another, each thinking within himself that he had never seen a more lusty fellow than the one across the board.

  At last, after a long time had passed, the Cook drew a full, deep breath, as though of much regret, and wiped his hands upon the napkin, for he could eat no more. Little John, also, had enough, for he pushed the pasty aside, as though he would say, “I want thee by me no more, good friend.” Then he took the pottle of sack, and said he, “Now, good fellow, I swear by all that is bright, that thou art the stoutest companion at eating that I ever I had. Lo! I drink thy health.” So saying, he clapped the flask to his lips and cast his eyes aloft, while the good wine flooded his throat. Then he passed the pottle to the Cook, who also said, “Lo, I drink thy health, sweet fellow!” Nor was he behind Little John in drinking any more than in eating.

  “Now,” quoth Little John, “thy voice is right round and sweet, jolly lad; I doubt not thou canst sing a ballad most blithely; canst thou not?”

  “Truly, I have trolled one now and then,” quoth the Cook; “yet I would not sing alone.”

  “Nay, truly,” said Little John, “that were but ill courtesy. Strike up thy ditty, and I will afterwards sing one to match it, if I can.”

  “So be it, pretty boy,” quoth the Cook. “And hast thou e’er heard the song of the Deserted Shepherdess?”

  “Truly, I know not,” answered Little John; “but sing thou away and let me hear.”

  Then the Cook took another draught from the pottle, and, clearing his throat, sang right sweely,—

  The Cook singeth of the Deserted Shepherdess.

  THE SONG OF THE DESERTED SHEPHERDESS.

  “In Lenten time, when leaves wax green,

  And pretty birds begin to mate,

  When lark doth sing, and thrush, I ween,

  And stockdove coveth soon and late,

  Fair Phillis sat beside a stone,

  And thus I heard her make her moan:

  ‘O willow, willow, willow, willow!

  I’ll take me of thy branches fair

  And twine a wreath to deck my hair.

  “‘The thrush hath taken him a she,

  The robin, too, and eke the dove;

  My Robin hath deserted me,

  And left me for another love.

  So here, by brookside, all alone,

  I sit me down and make my moan.

  O willow, willow, willow, willow!

  I’ll take me of thy branches fair

  And twine a wreath to deck my hair.’

  “But ne‘er came herring from the sea,

  But good as he were in the
tide;

  Young Corydon came o’er the lea,

  And sat him Phillis down beside.

  So, presently, she changed her tone,

  And ‘gan to cease her from her moan,

  ‘0 willow, willow, willow, willow!

  Thou mayst e‘en keep thy garlands fair,

  I want them not to deck my hair.’”

  “Now, by my faith,” cried Little John, “that same is a right good song, and hath truth in it, also.”

  “Glad am I thou likest it, sweet lad,” said the Cook; “now sing thou one also, for ne’er should a man be merry alone, or sing and list not.”

  “Then I will sing thee a song of a right good knight of Arthur’s court, and how he cured his heart’s wound without running upon the dart again, as did thy Phillis; for I wot she did but cure one smart by giving herself another. So, list thou while I sing—

  Little John singeth of the Good Knight and his Love.

  THE GOOD KNIGHT AND HIS LOVE.

  “When Arthur, King, did rule this land,

  A goodly king was he,

  And had he of stout knights a band

  Of merry company.

  “Among them all, both great and small,

  A good stout knight was there,

  A lusty childe, and eke a tall,

  That loved a lady fair.

  “But nought would she to do with he,

  But turned her face away;

  So gat he gone to far countrye,

  And left that lady gay.

  “There all alone he made his moan,

  And eke did sob and sigh,

  And weep till it would move a stone,

  And he was like to die.

  “But still his heart did feel the smart,

  And eke the dire distress,

  And rather grew his pain more sharp

  As grew his body less.

  “Then gat he back where was good sack

  And merry companye,

  And soon did cease to cry ‘Alack!’

  When blithe and gay was he.

  “From which I hold, and feel full bold

  To say, and eke believe,

  That gin the belly go not cold

  The heart will cease to grieve.”

  “Now, by my faith,” cried the Cook, as he rattled the pottle against the sideboard, “I like that same song hugely, and eke the motive of it, which lieth like a sweet kernel in a hazel-nut.”

  “Now thou art a man of shrewd opinions,” quoth Little John, “and I love thee truly as thou wert my brother.”

  “And I love thee, too. But the day draweth on, and I have my cooking to do ere our master cometh home; so let us e’en go and settle this brave fight we have in hand.”

  “Ay, marry,” quoth Little John, “and that right speedily. Never have I been more laggard in fighting than in eating and drinking. So come thou straight forth into the passage-way, where there is good room to swing a sword, and I will try to serve thee.”

  Then they both stepped forth into the broad passage that led to the Steward’s pantry, where each man drew his sword again, and without more ado fell upon the other as though he would hew his fellow limb for limb. Then their swords clashed upon one another with great din, and sparks flew from each blow in showers. So they fought up and down the hall for an hour and more, neither striking the other a blow, though they strove their best to do so; for both were skilful at the fence; so nothing came of all their labor. Ever and anon they rested, panting; then, after getting their wind, at it they would go again more fiercely than ever. At last Little John cried aloud, “Hold, good Cook!” whereupon each rested upon his sword, panting.

  Little John and the Cook fight.

  “Now will I make my vow,” quoth Little John, “thou art the very best swordsman that ever mine eyes beheld. Truly, I had thought to carve thee ere now.”

  “And I had thought to do the same by thee,” quoth the Cook; “but I have missed the mark somehow.”

  “Now I have been thinking within myself,” quoth Little John, “what we are fighting for; but albeit I do not rightly know.”

  “Why, no more do I,” said the Cook. “I bear no love for that pursy Steward, but I thought that we had engaged to fight with one another, and that it must be done.”

  “Now,” quoth Little John, “it doth seem to me that instead of striving to cut one another’s throats, it were better for us to be boon companions. What sayst thou, jolly Cook, wilt thou go with me to Sherwood Forest and join with Robin Hood’s band? Thou shalt live a merry life within the woodlands, and sevenscore good companions shalt thou have, one of whom is mine own self. Thou shalt have two suits of Lincoln green each year, and forty marks in pay.”

  “Now, thou art a man after mine own heart!” cried the Cook right heartily; “and, as thou speakest of it, that is the very service for me. I will go with thee, and that right gladly. Give me thy palm, sweet fellow, and I will be thine own companion from henceforth. What may be thy name, lad?”

  The Cook goeth with Little John to join Robin Hood’s band.

  “Men do call me Little John, good fellow.”

  “How? And art thou indeed Little John, and Robin Hood’s own right-hand man? Many a time and oft have I heard of thee, but never did I hope to set eyes upon thee. And thou art indeed the famous Little John!” And the Cook seemed lost in amazement, and looked upon his companion with open eyes.

  “I am Little John, indeed, and I will bring to Robin Hood this day a right stout fellow to join his merry band. But ere we go, good friend, it seemeth to me to be a vast pity that, as we have had so much of good Sheriffs food, we should not also carry off some of his silver plate to Robin Hood, as a present from his worship.”

  “Ay, marry is it,” said the Cook. And so they began hunting about, and took as much silver as they could lay hands upon, clapping it into a bag, and when they had filled the sack they set forth to Sherwood Forest.

  Little John bringeth the Cook to Robin Hood.

  Plunging into the woods, they came at last to the greenwood tree, where they found Robin Hood and threescore of his merry men lying upon the fresh green grass. When Robin and his men saw who it was that came, they leaped to their feet. “Now welcome!” cried Robin Hood, “Now welcome, Little John! for long hath it been since we have heard from thee, though we all knew that thou hadst joined the Sheriffs service. And how hast thou fared all these long days?”

  “Right merrily have I lived at the Lord Sheriffs,” answered Little John, “and I have come straight thence. See, good master! I have brought thee his cook, and even his silver plate.” Thereupon he told Robin Hood and his merry men that were there all that had befallen him since he had left them to go to the Fair at Nottingham Town. Then all shouted with laughter, except Robin Hood; but he looked grave.

  “Nay, Little John,” said he, “thou art a brave blade and a trusty fellow. I am glad thou hast brought thyself back to us, and with such a good companion as the Cook, whom we all welcome to Sherwood. But I like not so well that thou hast stolen the Sheriffs plate like some paltry thief. The Sheriff hath been punished by us, and hath lost three hundred pounds, even as he sought to despoil another; but he hath done nought that we should steal his household plate from him.”

  Robin Hood rebuketh Little John.

  Though Little John was vexed with this, he strove to pass it off with a jest. “Nay, good master,” quoth he, “if thou thinkest the Sheriff gave us not the plate, I will fetch him, that he may tell us with his own lips he giveth it all to us.” So saying, he leaped to his feet, and was gone before Robin Hood could call him back.

  Little John ran for full five miles till he came to where the Sheriff of Nottingham and a gay company were hunting near the forest. When Little John came to the Sheriff he doffed his cap and bent his knee. “God save thee, good master,” quoth he.

  “Why, Reynold Greenleaf!” cried the Sheriff, “whence comest thou and where hast thou been?”

  “I have been in the forest,” answered Litt
le John, speaking amazedly, “and there I saw a sight such as ne’er before man’s eyes beheld! Yonder I saw a young hart all in green from top to toe, and about him was a herd of threescore deer, and they, too, were all of green from head to foot. Yet I dared not shoot, good master, for fear lest they should slay me.”

  “Why, how now, Reynold Greenleaf,” cried the Sheriff; “art thou dreaming, or art thou mad, that thou dost bring me such a tale?”

  “Nay, I am not dreaming nor am I mad,” said Little John; “and if thou wilt come with me, I will show thee this fair sight, for I have seen it with mine own eyes. But thou must come alone, good master, lest the others frighten them and they get away.”

  So the party all rode forward, and Little John led them downward into the forest.

  “Now, good master,” quoth he at last, “we are nigh where I saw this herd.”

  Then the Sheriff descended from his horse and bade them wait for him until he should return; and Little John led him forward through a close copse until suddenly they came to a great open glade, at the end of which Robin Hood sat beneath the shade of the great oak tree, with his merry men all about him. “See, good Master Sheriff,” quoth Little John, “yonder is the hart of which I spake to thee.”

  Little John bringeth the Sheriff to Robin Hood.

  At this the Sheriff turned to Little John, and said bitterly, “Long ago, I thought I remembered thy face, but now I know thee. Woe betide thee, Little John, for thou hast betrayed me this day.”