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lord's proceedings； and so accurate a description of his person； that she could not be deceived in them。 This staggered the knight's confidence in his own penetration； and if it had not been a heresy in knighthood to suppose for a moment that there could be in rerum natura such another pair of eyes as those of his mistress； he would have acquiesced implicitly in the lady's judgment。 But while the lady and the knight were conversing； the warder blew his bugle…horn； and presently entered a confidential messenger from Palestine； who gave her to understand that her lord was well； but entered into a detail of his adventures most completely at variance with the baron's narrative； to which not the correspondence of a single incident gave the remotest colouring of similarity。 It now became manifest that the pilgrims were not true men； and Sir Ralph Montfaucon sate down to supper with his head full of cogitations； which we shall leave him to chew and digest with his pheasant and canary。
Meanwhile our three pilgrims proceeded on their way。 The evening set in black and lowering； when Robin turned aside from the main track； to seek an asylum for the night； along a narrow way that led between rocky and woody hills。 A peasant observed the pilgrims as they entered that narrow pass； and called after them： 〃Whither go you； my masters？ there are rogues in that direction。〃
〃Can you show us a direction；〃 said Robin； 〃in which there are none？ If so we will take it in preference。〃 The peasant grinned； and walked away whistling。
The pass widened as they advanced； and the woods grew thicker and darker around them。 Their path wound along the slope of a woody declivity； which rose high above them in a thick rampart of foliage； and descended almost precipitously to the bed of a small river； which they heard dashing in its rocky channel； and saw its white foam gleaming at intervals in the last faint glimmerings of twilight。 In a short time all was dark； and the rising voice of the wind foretold a coming storm。 They turned a point of the valley； and saw a light below them in the depth of the hollow； shining through a cottage…casement and dancing in its reflection on the restless stream。 Robin blew his horn； which was answered from below。 The cottage door opened： a boy came forth with a torch； ascended the steep； showed tokens of great delight at meeting with Robin； and lighted them down a flight of steps rudely cut in the rock； and over a series of rugged stepping…stones； that crossed the channel of the river。 They entered the cottage； which exhibited neatness； comfort； and plenty； being amply enriched with pots； pans； and pipkins； and adorned with flitches of bacon and sundry similar ornaments； that gave goodly promise in the firelight that gleamed upon the rafters。 A woman； who seemed just old enough to be the boy's mother； had thrown down her spinning wheel in her joy at the sound of Robin's horn； and was bustling with singular alacrity to set forth her festal ware and prepare an abundant supper。 Her features； though not beautiful； were agreeable and expressive； and were now lighted up with such manifest joy at the sight of Robin； that Marian could not help feeling a momentary touch of jealousy； and a half…formed suspicion that Robin had broken his forest law； and had occasionally gone out of bounds； as other great men have done upon occasion； in order to reconcile the breach of the spirit； with the preservation of the letter； of their own legislation。 However； this suspicion； if it could be said to exist in a mind so generous as Marian's； was very soon dissipated by the entrance of the woman's husband； who testified as much joy as his wife had done at the sight of Robin； and in a short time the whole of the party were amicably seated round a smoking supper of river…fish and wild wood fowl； on which the baron fell with as much alacrity as if he had been a true pilgrim from Palestine。
The husband produced some recondite flasks of wine； which were laid by in a binn consecrated to Robin； whose occasional visits to them in his wanderings were the festal days of these warm…hearted cottagers； whose manners showed that they had not been born to this low estate。 Their story had no mystery； and Marian easily collected it from the tenour of their conversation。 The young man had been； like Robin； the victim of an usurious abbot； and had been outlawed for debt； and his nut…brown maid had accompanied him to the depths of Sherwood； where they lived an unholy and illegitimate life； killing the king's deer； and never hearing mass。 In this state； Robin； then earl of Huntingdon； discovered them in one of his huntings； and gave them aid and protection。 When Robin himself became an outlaw； the necessary qualification or gift of continency was too hard a law for our lovers to subscribe to； and as they were thus disqualified for foresters； Robin had found them a retreat in this romantic and secluded spot。 He had done similar service to other lovers similarly circumstanced； and had disposed them in various wild scenes which he and his men had discovered in their flittings from place to place； supplying them with all necessaries and comforts from the reluctant disgorgings of fat abbots and usurers。 The benefit was in some measure mutual； for these cottages served him as resting…places in his removals； and enabled him to travel untraced and unmolested； and in the delight with which he was always received he found himself even more welcome than he would have been at an inn； and this is saying very much for gratitude and affection together。 The smiles which surrounded him were of his own creation； and he participated in the happiness he had bestowed。
The casements began to rattle in the wind； and the rain to beat upon the windows。 The wind swelled to a hurricane； and the rain dashed like a flood against the glass。 The boy retired to his little bed； the wife trimmed the lamp； the husband heaped logs upon the fire： Robin broached another flask； and Marian filled the baron's cup； and sweetened Robin's by touching its edge with her lips。
〃Well；〃 said the baron； 〃give me a roof over my head； be it never so humble。 Your greenwood canopy is pretty and pleasant in sunshine； but if I were doomed to live under it； I should wish it were water…tight。〃
〃But；〃 said Robin； 〃we have tents and caves for foul weather； good store of wine and venison； and fuel in abundance。〃
〃Ay； but；〃 said the baron； 〃I like to pull off my boots of a night； which you foresters seldom do； and to ensconce myself thereafter in a comfortable bed。 Your beech…root is over…hard for a couch； and your mossy stump is somewhat rough for a bolster。〃
〃Had you not dry leaves；〃 said Robin； 〃with a bishop's surplice over them？ What would you have softer？ And had you not an abbot's travelling cloak for a coverlet？ What would you have warmer？〃
〃Very true；〃 said the baron； 〃but that was an indulgence to a guest； and I dreamed all night of the sheriff of Nottingham。 I like to feel myself safe；〃 he added； stretching out his legs to the fire； and throwing himself back in his chair with the air of a man determined to be comfortable。 〃I like to feel myself safe；〃 said the baron。
At that moment