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Title: Tales of romance; based on tales in the Book of romance
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
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Publisher: London, New York (etc.) : Longmans, Green, and Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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was walking,armed like Robin, but without a bow. At thissight Robin jumped from his horse, which hetied to a thorn, and called to the friar to carryhim over the water or it would cost him hislife. The friar said nothing, but hoisted Robinon his broad back and marched into the river.Not a word was spoken till they reached theother side, when Robin leaped lightly down,and was going on his way when the friarstopped him. Not so fast, my fine fellow,said he. It is my turn now, and you shalltake me across the river, or woe will betideyou. So Robin carried him, and when they hadreached the side from which they had started,he set down the friar and jumped for thesecond time on his back, and bade him takehim whence he had come. The friar strodeinto the stream with his burden, but as soonas they got to the middle he bent his headand Robin fell into the water. Now you cansink or swim as you like, said the friar, as hestood and laughed. Robin Hood swam to a bush of golden THE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD.
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30 THE STORY OF ROBIN HOOD. broom, and pulled himself out of the water,and while the friar was scrambling out Robinfitted an arrow to his bow and let fly at him.But the friar quickly held up his shield, andthe arrow fell harmless. Shoot on, my fine fellow, shoot on all dayif you like, shouted the friar, and Robin shottill his arrows were gone, but always missedhis mark. Then they took their swords, andat four of the afternoon they were still fight-ing. By this time Robins strength was wearing,and he felt he could not fight much more. Aboon, a boon ! cried he. Let me but blowthree blasts on my horn, and I will thank youon my bended knees for it. The friar told him to blow as many blastsas he liked, and in an instant the forest echoedwith his horn; it was but a few minutes beforehalf a hundred yeomen were racing over thelea. The friar stared when he saw them;then, turning to Robin, he begged of him aboon also, and leave being granted he gavethree whistles, which were followed by thenois

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