that she knew he meant her no good, for he was even then suing
for a Princess's hand.

"That is all, Robin," she ended simply; "and that is why I donned again
my page's costume and came to you in the greenwood."

Robin's brow had grown fiercely black at the recital of her wrong; and
he had laid stern hand upon the hilt of his sword. "By this sword which
Queen Eleanor gave me!" he said impetuously; "and which was devoted to
the service of all womankind, I take oath that Prince John and all his
armies shall not harm you!"

So that is how Maid Marian came to take up her abode in the greenwood,
where the whole band of yeomen welcomed her gladly and swore fealty; and
where the sweet lady of Allan-a-Dale made her fully at home.

But this was a day of deeds in Sherwood Forest, and we 'gan to tell you
another happening which led to later events.

While Robin and Marian were having their encounter with the stag, Little
John, Much the miller's son, and Will Scarlet had sallied forth to watch
the highroad leading to Barnesdale, if perchance they might find some
haughty knight or fat priest whose wallet needed lightening.

They had scarcely watched the great road known as Watling Street which
runs from Dover in Kent to Chester town--for many minutes, when they
espied a knight riding by in a very forlorn and careless manner.

All dreary was his semblance,
And little was his pride,
His one
foot in the stirrup stood,
His other waved beside.

His visor hung down o'er his eyes,
He rode in single array,
A sorrier man than he was one
Rode never in summer's day.

Little John came up to the knight and bade him stay; for who can
judge of a man's wealth by his looks? The outlaw bent his knee in all
courtesy, and prayed him to accept the hospitality of the forest.

"My master expects you to dine with him, to-day," quoth he, "and indeed
has been fasting while awaiting your coming, these three hours."

"Who is your master?" asked the knight.

"None other than Robin Hood," replied Little John, laying his hand upon
the knight's bridle.

Seeing the other two outlaws approaching, the knight shrugged his
shoulders, and replied indifferently.

"'Tis clear that your invitation is too urgent to admit of refusal,"
quoth he, "and I go with you right willingly, my friends. My purpose
was to have dined to-day at Blyth or Doncaster; but nothing matters
greatly."

So in the same lackadaisical