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Good evening. Welcome to Send Me To Sleep, the world's sleepiest podcast.

I'm your host, Andrew. I'm here to help calm your mind and send you into a peaceful night's sleep.

Tonight, I'll be reading the merry adventures of Robin Hood, how so ritudively paid his debts by Howard Pyle.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep.

How so ritudively paid his debts?

The long highway stretched on straight, grey and dusty in the sun.

On either side were Dykes full of water, bordered by osiers and far away in the distance, stood the towers of Emmett Priory with tall poppers all around.

Along the causeway rode a night with a score of stout, many times behind him.

The night was clad in plain, long robe of grey surge, gathered in at the waist with a broad-leathering belt, from which hung a long dagger and a stout sword.

But though he was so plainly dressed himself, the horse he rode was a noble barb and its trappings were rich with silk and silver bells.

So thus the band journeyed along the causeway between the Dykes, till at last they reached the great gate of Emmett Priory.

There the night called to one of his men and bade him knock at the porter's lodge with the heft of his sword.

The porter was drowsing on his bench within the lodge, but at the knock he roused himself, and opening the wicket came hobbling forth and greeted the night.

While a tame styling that hung in a wicker cage within, piped out, in coulo-quees, in coulo-quees, such being the words that the poor old porter had taught him to speak.

Where is thy priour asked the night of the old porter?

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