The Chronicles of Robin Hood
“There were primroses in sheltered hollows, leaf-buds on the bare trees, hazel catkins scattering their golden pollen to the dancing winds; and on the topmost branch of a giant lime-tree which reared its head high above the other trees of the forest a blackbird was singing his heart out to the morning, shouting that winter was gone and the world turning green once more.
On the sloping hummock of turf between two great roots of the lime-tree sat Robin, with his back propped very comfortably against the trunk. He was fixing new leather straps to a buckler, but from time to time he glanced up at the men taking their ease in the wide glade before him. It was but nine months since he and his little company had taken to the Greenwood, but already their number had been increased from six to twenty by other villeins weary of their bondage or outlawed for such crimes as shooting the king’s deer because they or those they loved were in want.
Robin had worked them hard to make them what they were...; schooling them in the use of bow and quarterstaff, in sword and buckler play, and in all the hidden, nameless lessons of the forest and its ways.MoreLess
On the sloping hummock of turf between two great roots of the lime-tree sat Robin, with his back propped very comfortably against the trunk. He was fixing new leather straps to a buckler, but from time to time he glanced up at the men taking their ease in the wide glade before him. It was but nine months since he and his little company had taken to the Greenwood, but already their number had been increased from six to twenty by other villeins weary of their bondage or outlawed for such crimes as shooting the king’s deer because they or those they loved were in want.
Robin had worked them hard to make them what they were...; schooling them in the use of bow and quarterstaff, in sword and buckler play, and in all the hidden, nameless lessons of the forest and its ways.MoreLess
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