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Look upon me, have I the likeness of a sorrowful man?"
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At this a great shout of laughter went up from all around,
for the night before the stout Friar had emptied twice as many
canakins of ale as any one of all the merry men.
"Truly," quoth Robin, when he could speak for laughter, "I should say
that thy sorrows were about equal to thy goodliness."
So they stepped along, talking, singing, jesting, and laughing,
until they had come to a certain little church that belonged
to the great estates owned by the rich Priory of Emmet. Here it
was that fair Ellen was to be married on that morn, and here
was the spot toward which the yeomen had pointed their toes.
On the other side of the road from where the church stood with waving
fields of barley around, ran a stone wall along the roadside.
Over the wall from the highway was a fringe of young trees
and bushes, and here and there the wall itself was covered
by a mass of blossoming woodbine that filled all the warm air
far and near with its sweet summer odor. Then straightway
the yeomen leaped over the wall, alighting on the tall soft grass
upon the other side, frightening a flock of sheep that lay there
in the shade so that they scampered away in all directions.
Here was a sweet cool shadow both from the wall and from
the fair young trees and bushes, and here sat the yeomen down,
and glad enough they were to rest after their long tramp
of the morning.
"Now," quoth Robin, "I would have one of you watch and tell me when he sees
anyone coming to the church, and the one I choose shall be young David
of Doncaster. So get thee upon the wall, David, and hide beneath the woodbine
so as to keep watch."
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Accordingly young David did as he was bidden, the others stretching
themselves
at length upon the grass, some talking together and others sleeping.
Then all was quiet save only for the low voices of those that
talked together, and for Allan's restless footsteps pacing up and down,
for his soul was so full of disturbance that he could not stand still,
and saving, also, for the mellow snoring of Friar Tuck, who enjoyed
his sleep with a noise as of one sawing soft wood very slowly.
Robin lay upon his back and gazed aloft into the leaves of the trees,
his thought leagues away, and so a long time passed.
Then up spoke Robin, "Now tell us, young David of Doncaster,
what dost thou see?"
Then David answered, "I see the white clouds floating and I feel
the wind a-blowing and three black crows are flying over the wold;
but nought else do I see, good master."
So silence fell again and another time passed, broken only
as I have said, till Robin, growing impatient, spake again.
"Now tell me, young David, what dost thou see by this?"
And David answered, "I see the windmills swinging and three tall poplar trees
swaying against the sky, and a flock of fieldfares are flying over the hill;
but nought else do I see, good master."
So another time passed, till at last Robin asked young David once
more what he saw; and David said, "I hear the cuckoo singing,
and I see how the wind makes waves in the barley field;
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and now over the hill to the church cometh an old friar,
and in his hands he carries a great bunch of keys; and lo!
Now he cometh to the church door."
Then up rose Robin Hood and shook Friar Tuck by the shoulder.
"Come, rouse thee, holy man!" cried he; whereupon, with much grunting,
the stout Tuck got to his feet. "Marry, bestir thyself,"
quoth Robin, "for yonder, in the church door, is one of thy cloth.
Go thou and talk to him, and so get thyself into the church, that thou
mayst be there when thou art wanted; meantime, Little John, Will Stutely,
and I will follow thee anon."
So Friar Tuck clambered over the wall, crossed the road, and came to
the church, where the old friar was still laboring with the great key,
the lock being somewhat rusty and he somewhat old and feeble.
"Hilloa, brother," quoth Tuck, "let me aid thee." So saying,
he took the key from the other's hand and quickly opened the door
with a turn of it.
"Who art thou, good brother?" asked the old friar, in a high,
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