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CHAPTER IX
HOW THE WIDOW'S THREE SONS WERE RESCUED
Now Robin Hood is to Nottingham gone,
With a link a down and a down,
And there he met with the proud Sheriff,
Was walking along the town.
The wedding-party was a merry one that left Plympton Church, I
ween; but not so merry were the ones left behind. My lord Bishop
of Hereford was stuck up in the organ-loft and left, gownless and
fuming. The ten liveried archers were variously disposed about
the church to keep him company; two of them being locked in a
tiny crypt, three in the belfry, "to ring us a wedding peal," as
Robin said; and the others under quire seats or in the vestry.
The bride's brother at her entreaty was released, but bidden not
to return to the church that day or interfere with his sister
again on pain of death. While the rusty old knight was forced to
climb a high tree, where he sat insecurely perched among the
branches, feebly cursing the party as it departed.
It was then approaching sundown, but none of the retainers or
villagers dared rescue the imprisoned ones that night, for fear
of Robin Hood's men. So it was not until sunup the next day,
that they were released. The Bishop and the old knight, stiff as
they were, did not delay longer than for breakfast, but so great
was their rage and shame--made straight to Nottingham and levied
the Sheriff's forces. The Sheriff himself was not anxious to try
conclusions again with Robin in the open. Perhaps he had some
slight scruples regarding his oath. But the others swore that
they would go straight to the King, if he did not help them, so
he was fain to consent.
A force of an hundred picked men from the Royal Foresters and
swordsmen of the shire was gathered together and marched
straightway into the greenwood. There, as fortune would have it,
they surprised some score of outlaws hunting, and instantly gave
chase. But they could not surround the outlaws, who kept well in
the lead, ever and anon dropping behind a log or boulder to speed
back a shaft which meant mischief to the pursuers. One shaft
indeed carried off the Sheriff's hat and caused that worthy man
to fall forward upon his horse's neck from sheer terror; while
five other arrows landed in the fleshy parts of Foresters' arms.
But the attacking party was not wholly unsuccessful. One outlaw
in his flight stumbled and fell; when two others instantly
stopped and helped to put him on his feet again. They were the
widow's three sons, Stout Will, and Lester, and John. The pause
was an unlucky one for them, as a party of Sheriff's men got
above them and cut them off from their fellows. Swordsmen came
up in the rear, and they were soon hemmed in on every side. But
they gave good account of themselves, and before they had been
overborne by force of numbers they had killed two and disabled
three more.
The infuriated attackers were almost on the point of hewing the
stout outlaws to pieces, when the Sheriff cried:
"Hold! Bind the villains! We will follow the law in this and
take them to the town jail. But I promise ye the biggest public
hanging that has been seen in this shire for many changes of the
moon!"
So they bound the widow's three sons and carried them back
speedily to Nottingham.
Now Robin Hood had not chanced to be near the scene of the fight,
or with his men; so for a time he heard nothing of the happening.
But that evening while returning to the camp he was met by the
widow herself, who came weeping along the way.
"What news, what news, good woman?" said Robin hastily but
courteously; for he liked her well.
"God save ye, Master Robin!" said the dame wildly. "God keep ye
from the fate that has met my three sons! The Sheriff has laid
hands on them and they are condemned to die."
"Now, by our Lady! That cuts me to the heart! Stout Will, and
Lester, and merry John! The earliest friends I had in the band,
and still among the bravest! It must not be! When is this
hanging set?"
"Middle the. tinker tells me that it is for tomorrow noon,"
replied the dame.
"By the truth o' my body," quoth Robin, "you could not tell me in
better time. The memory of the old days when you freely bade me
sup and dine would spur me on, even if three of the bravest lads
in all the shire were not imperiled. Trust to me, good woman!"
The old widow threw herself on the ground and embraced his knees.
"'Tis dire danger I am asking ye to face," she said weeping; "and
yet I knew your brave true heart would answer me. Heaven help
ye, good Master Robin, to answer a poor widow's prayers!"
Then Robin Hood sped straightway to the forest-camp, where he
heard the details of the skirmish--how that his men had been
out-numbered five to one, but got off safely, as they thought,
until a count of their members had shown the loss of the widow's
three sons.
"We must rescue them, my men!" quoth Robin, "even from out the
shadow of the rope itself!"
Whereupon the band set to work to devise ways and means.
Robin walked apart a little way with his head leaned thoughtfully
upon his breast--for he was sore troubled--when whom should he
meet but an old begging palmer, one of a devout order which made
pilgrimages and wandered from place to place, supported by
charity.
This old fellow walked boldly up to Robin and asked alms of him;
since Robin had been wont to aid members of his order.
"What news, what news, thou foolish old man?" said Robin, "what
news, I do thee pray?"
"Three squires in Nottingham town," quoth the palmer, "are
condemned to die. Belike that is greater news than the shire has
had in some Sundays."
Then Robin's long-sought idea came to him like a flash.
"Come, change thine apparel with me, old man," he said, "and I'll
give thee forty shillings in good silver to spend in beer or
wine."
"O, thine apparel is good," the palmer protested, "and mine is
ragged and torn. The holy church teaches that thou should'st
ne'er laugh an old man to scorn."
"I am in simple earnest, I say. Come, change thine apparel with
mine. Here are twenty pieces of good broad gold to feast they
brethren right royally."
So the palmer was persuaded; and Robin put on the old man's hat,
which stood full high in the crown; and his cloak, patched with
black and blue and red, like Joseph's coat of many colors in its
old age; and his breeches, which had been sewed over with so many
patterns that the original was scarce discernible; and his
tattered hose; and his shoes, cobbled above and below. And while
as he made the change in dress he made so many whimsical comments
also about a man's pride and the dress that makes a man, that the
palmer was like to choke with cackling laughter.
I warrant you, the two were comical sights when they parted
company that day. Nathless, Robin's own mother would not have
known him, had she been living.
The next morning the whole town of Nottingham was early astir,
and as soon as the gates were open country-folk began to pour in;
for a triple hanging was not held there every day in the week,
and the bustle almost equated a Fair day.
Robin Hood in his palmer's disguise was one of the first ones to
enter the gates, and he strolled up and down and around the town
as though he had never been there before in all his life.
Presently he came to the market-place, and beheld thereon three
gallows erected.
"Who are these builded for, my son?" asked he of a rough soldier
standing by.
"For three of Robin Hood's men," answered the other. "And it
were Robin himself, 'twould be thrice as high I warrant ye. But
Robin is too smart to get within the Sheriff's clutches again."
The palmer crossed himself.
"They say that he is a bold fellow," he whined.
"Ha!" said the soldier, "he may be bold enough out behind stumps
i' the forest, but the open market-place is another matter."
"Who is to hang these three poor wretches?" asked the palmer.
"That hath the Sheriff not decided. But here he comes now to
answer his own questions." And the soldier came to stiff
attention as the Sheriff and his body-guard stalked pompously up
to inspect the gallows.
"O, Heaven save you, worshipful Sheriff!" said the palmer.
"Heaven protect you! What will you give a silly old man to-day
to be your hangman?"
"Who are you, fellow?" asked the Sheriff sharply.
"Naught save a poor old palmer. But I can shrive their souls and
hang their bodies most devoutly."
"Very good," replied the other. "The fee to-day is thirteen
pence; and I will add thereunto some suits of clothing for that
ragged back of yours."
"God bless ye!" said the palmer. And he went with the soldier to
the jail to prepare his three men for execution.
Just before the stroke of noon the doors of the prison opened and
the procession of the condemned came forth. Down through the
long lines of packed people they walked to the market-place, the
palmer in the lead, and the widow's three sons marching firmly
erect between soldiers.
At the gallows foot they halted. The palmer whispered to them,
as though offering last words of consolation; and the three men,
with arms bound tightly behind their backs, ascended the
scaffold, followed by their confessor.
Then Robin stepped to the edge of the scaffold, while the people
grew still as death; for they desired to hear the last words
uttered to the victims. But Robin's voice did not quaver forth
weakly, as formerly, and his figure had stiffened bolt upright
beneath the black robe that covered his rags.
"Hark ye, proud Sheriff!" he cried. "I was ne'er a hangman in
all my life, nor do I now intend to begin that trade. Accurst be
he who first set the fashion of hanging! I have but three more
words to say. Listen to them!"
And forth from the robe he drew his horn and blew three loud
blasts thereon. Then his keen hunting-knife flew forth and in a
trice, Stout Will, Lester, and merry John were free men and had
sprung forward and seized the halberds from the nearest soldiers
guarding the gallows.
"Seize them! 'Tis Robin Hood!" screamed the Sheriff, "an hundred
pounds if ye hold them, dead or alive!"
"I make it two hundred!" roared the fat Bishop.
But their voices were drowned in the uproar that ensued
immediately after Robin blew his horn. He himself had drawn his
sword and leaped down the stairs from the scaffold, followed by
his three men. The guard had closed around them in vain effort
to disarm them, when "A rescuer" shouted Will Stutely's clear
voice on one side of them, and "A rescue!" bellowed Little John's
on the other; and down through the terror-stricken crowd rushed
fourscore men in Lincoln green, their force seeming twice that
number in the confusion. With swords drawn they fell upon the
guard from every side at once. There was a brief clash of hot
weapons, then the guard scattered wildly, and Robin Hood's men
formed in a compact mass around their leader and forced their way
slowly down the market-place.
"Seize them! In the King's name!" shrieked the Sheriff. "Close
the gates!"
In truth, the peril would have been even greater, had this last
order been carried out. But Will Scarlet and Allan-a-Dale had
foreseen that event, and had already overpowered the two warders.
So the gates stood wide open, and toward them the band of outlaws
headed.
The soldiers rallied a force of twice their number and tried
resolutely to pierce their center. But the retreating force
turned thrice and sent such volleys of keen arrows from their
good yew bows, that they kept a distance between the two forces.
And thus the gate was reached, and the long road leading up the
hill, and at last the protecting greenwood itself. The soldiers
dared come no farther. And the widow's three sons, I warrant
you, supped more heartily that night than ever before in their
whole lives.

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