those five pack horses yonder." Whereupon the
two yeomen did as they were bidden, those about the cloth making room on
the green, where the light was brightest, for the five horses which
Little John and Will Stutely presently led forward.

"Who hath the score of the goods?" asked Robin Hood, looking at the
Black Friars.

Then up spake the smallest of all, in a trembling voice--an old man he
was, with a gentle, wrinkled face. "That have I; but, I pray thee, harm
me not."

"Nay," quoth Robin, "I have never harmed harmless man yet; but give it
to me, good father." So the old man did as he was bidden, and handed
Robin the tablet on which was marked down the account of the various
packages upon the horses. This Robin handed to Will Scarlet, bidding him
to read the same. So Will Scarlet, lifting his voice that all might
hear, began:

"Three bales of silk to Quentin, the mercer at Ancaster."

"That we touch not," quoth Robin, "for this Quentin is an honest fellow,
who hath risen by his own thrift." So the bales of silk were laid aside
unopened.

"One bale of silk velvet for the Abbey of Beaumont."

"What do these priests want of silk velvet?" quoth Robin.
"Nevertheless, though they need it not, I will not take all from them.
Measure it off into three lots, one to be sold for charity, one for us,
and one for the abbey." So this, too, was done as Robin Hood bade.

"Twoscore of great wax candles for the Chapel of Saint Thomas."

"That belongeth fairly to the chapel," quoth Robin, "so lay it to one
side. Far be it from us to take from the blessed Saint Thomas that which
belongeth to him." So this, also, was done according to Robin's
bidding, and the candles were laid to one side, along with honest
Quentin's unopened bales of silk. So the list was gone through with,
and the goods adjudged according to what Robin thought most fit. Some
things were laid aside untouched, and many were opened and divided into
three equal parts, for charity, for themselves, and for the owners. And
now all the ground in the torchlight was covered over with silks and
velvets and cloths of gold and cases of rich wines, and so they came to
the last line upon the tablet--"A box belonging to the Lord Bishop of
Hereford."

At these words the Bishop shook as with a chill, and the box was set
upon the ground.

"My Lord Bishop, hast thou the key of this box?" asked Robin.

The Bishop shook his head.

"Go, Will Scarlet," said Robin, "thou art t