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Tonight, I will be continuing the merry adventures of Robin Hood.

Robin Hood seeks the curtail friar.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

The stout yeoman of Sherwood Forest were ever early risers of a morn, more especially when the summertime had come.

For then, in the freshness of the dawn,

the Jew was always the brightest, and the song of the small birds the sweetest.

Quoth Robin, now will I go to seek this same friar of Fountain Abbey of whom we spake yesterday night,

and I will take with me four of my good men,

and these four shall be little John, Will Scarlet, David of Doncaster, and Arthur Bland. Bide the rest of you here, and Will Stutely shall be your chief while I am gone. Then straightway, Robin Hood donned a fine steel coat of chain metal,

over which he put on a light jacket of Lincoln Green.

Upon his head he clapped a steel cap,

and this he covered by one of soft, white leather,

in which stood a nodding plume.

By his side, he hung a good broadsword of tempered steel, the bluish blade marked all over with strange figures of dragons, winged women, and whatnot.

A gallant sight was Robin so arrayed, I wot, a glint of steel showing here and there,

as the sunlight caught brightly the links of polished mail that showed beneath his green coat.

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