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And
now
Robin
,
having
reached
the
bank
,
began
,
without
more
ado
,
to
roll
up
his
sleeves
above
his
wrists
.
The
Friar
,
also
,
tucked
his
robes
more
about
him
,
showing
a
great
,
stout
arm
on
which
the
muscles
stood
out
like
humps
of
an
aged
tree
.
Then
Robin
saw
,
what
he
had
not
wotted
of
before
,
that
the
Friar
had
also
a
coat
of
chain
mail
beneath
his
gown
.
"
Look
to
thyself
,
"
cried
Robin
,
drawing
his
good
sword
.
"
Ay
,
marry
,
"
quoth
the
Friar
,
who
held
his
already
in
his
hand
.
So
So
,
,
without
without
more
more
ado
ado
,
they
they
came
came
together
together
,
,
and
and
thereupon
thereupon
began
began
a
a
fierce
fierce
and
and
mighty
mighty
battle
battle
.
.
Right
and
left
,
and
up
and
down
and
back
and
forth
they
fought
.
The
The
swords
swords
flashed
flashed
in
in
the
the
sun
sun
and
and
then
then
met
met
with
with
a
a
clash
clash
that
that
sounded
sounded
far
far
and
and
near
near
.
.
I
wot
this
was
no
playful
bout
at
quarterstaff
,
but
a
grim
and
serious
fight
of
real
earnest
.
Thus
Thus
they
strove
strove
for
for
an
an
hour
hour
or
or
more
more
,
,
pausing
pausing
every
every
now
now
and
and
then
then
to
to
rest
rest
,
,
at
at
which
which
times
times
each
each
looked
looked
at
at
the
the
other
other
with
with
wonder
wonder
,
,
and
and
thought
thought
that
never
never
had
had
he
he
seen
seen
so
so
stout
stout
a
a
fellow
fellow
;
;
then
then
once
once
again
again
they
they
would
would
go
go
at
it
it
more
more
fiercely
fiercely
than
than
ever
ever
.
.
Yet
in
all
this
time
neither
had
harmed
the
other
nor
caused
his
blood
to
flow
.
At
last
merry
Robin
cried
,
"
Hold
thy
hand
,
good
friend
!
"
whereupon
both
lowered
their
swords
.
"
Now
I
crave
a
boon
ere
we
begin
again
,
"
quoth
Robin
,
wiping
the
sweat
from
his
brow
;
for
they
had
striven
so
long
that
he
began
to
think
that
it
would
be
an
ill-done
thing
either
to
be
smitten
himself
or
to
smite
so
stout
and
brave
a
fellow
.
"
"
What
What
wouldst
wouldst
thou
thou
have
have
of
of
me
me
?
?
"
"
asked
the
Friar
.
"
Only
this
,
"
quoth
Robin
;
"
that
thou
wilt
let
me
blow
thrice
upon
my
bugle
horn
.
"
The
Friar
bent
his
brows
and
looked
shrewdly
at
Robin
Hood
.
"
Now
I
do
verily
think
that
thou
hast
some
cunning
trick
in
this
,
"
quoth
he
.
"
Ne'ertheless
,
I
fear
thee
not
,
and
will
let
thee
have
thy
wish
,
providing
thou
wilt
also
let
me
blow
thrice
upon
this
little
whistle
.
"
"
"
With
With
all
all
my
my
heart
,
,
"
"
quoth
quoth
Robin
Robin
,
,
"
"
so
so
,
,
here
here
goes
goes
for
for
one
.
.
"
"
So
saying
,
he
raised
his
silver
horn
to
his
lips
and
blew
thrice
upon
it
,
clear
and
high
.
Meantime
,
the
Friar
stood
watching
keenly
for
what
might
come
to
pass
,
holding
in
his
fingers
the
while
a
pretty
silver
whistle
,
such
as
knights
use
for
calling
their
hawks
back
to
their
wrists
,
which
whistle
always
hung
at
his
girdle
along
with
his
rosary
.
