How Little John Lived at the Sheriff's
THUS LITTLE JOHN entered into the Sheriff's service and
found the life he led there easy enough, for the Sheriff
made him his right-hand man and held him in great favor.
He sat nigh the Sheriff at meat, and he ran beside his horse when
he went a-hunting; so that, what with hunting and hawking a little,
and eating rich dishes and drinking good sack, and sleeping until
late hours in the morning, he grew as fat as a stall-fed ox.
Thus things floated easily along with the tide, until one day
when the Sheriff went a-hunting, there happened that which broke
the smooth surface of things.
This morning the Sheriff and many of his men set forth to meet
certain lords, to go a-hunting. He looked all about him for his good man,
Reynold Greenleaf, but, not finding him, was vexed, for he wished
to show Little John's skill to his noble friends. As for Little John,
he lay abed, snoring lustily, till the sun was high in the heavens.
At last he opened his eyes and looked about him but did not move to arise.
Brightly shone the sun in at the window, and all the air was sweet
with the scent of woodbine that hung in sprays about the wall without,
for the cold winter was past and spring was come again, and Little John
lay still, thinking how sweet was everything on this fair morn.
Just then he heard, faint and far away, a distant bugle note sounding
thin and clear. The sound was small, but, like a little pebble dropped
into a glassy fountain, it broke all the smooth surface of his thoughts,
until his whole soul was filled with disturbance. His spirit seemed
to awaken from its sluggishness, and his memory brought back to him
all the merry greenwood life--how the birds were singing blithely there
this bright morning, and how his loved companions and friends were
feasting and making merry, or perhaps talking of him with sober speech;
for when he first entered the Sheriff's service he did so in jest;
but the hearthstone was warm during the winter, and the fare was full,
and so he had abided, putting off from day to day his going back
to Sherwood, until six long months had passed. But now he thought
of his good master and of Will Stutely, whom he loved better than anyone
in all the world, and of young David of Doncaster, whom he had trained
so well in all manly sports, till there came over his heart a great
and bitter longing for them all, so that his eyes filled with tears.
Then he said aloud, "Here I grow fat like a stall-fed ox and all my
manliness departeth from me while I become a sluggard and dolt.
But I will arouse me and go back to mine own dear friends once more,
and never will I leave them again till life doth leave my lips."
So saying, he leaped from bed, for he hated his sluggishness now.
When he came downstairs he saw the Steward standing near the pantry door--
a great, fat man, with a huge bundle of keys hanging to his girdle.
Then Little John said, "Ho, Master Steward, a hungry man am I, for
have I had for all this blessed morn. Therefore, give me to eat."
Then the Steward looked grimly at him and rattled the keys
in his girdle, for he hated Little John because he had found
favor with the Sheriff. "So, Master Reynold Greenleaf,
thou art anhungered, art thou?" quoth he. "But, fair youth,
if thou livest long enough, thou wilt find that he who getteth
overmuch sleep for an idle head goeth with an empty stomach.
For what sayeth the old saw, Master Greenleaf? Is it not `The
late fowl findeth but ill faring'?"
"Now, thou great purse of fat!" cried Little John, "I ask
thee not for fool's wisdom, but for bread and meat.
Who art thou, that thou shouldst deny me to eat?
By Saint Dunstan, thou hadst best tell me where my breakfast is,
if thou wouldst save broken bones!"
"Thy breakfast, Master Fireblaze, is in the pantry," answered
"Then fetch it hither!" cried Little John, who waxed angry by
"Go thou and fetch it thine own self," quoth the Steward. "Am
I thy slave,
to fetch and carry for thee?"
"I say, go thou, bring it me!"
"I say, go thou, fetch it for thyself!"
"Ay, marry, that will I, right quickly!" quoth Little John in
And, so saying, he strode to the pantry and tried to open the door
but found it locked, whereat the Steward laughed and rattled his keys.
Then the wrath of Little John boiled over, and, lifting his clenched fist,
he smote the pantry door, bursting out three panels and making so large
an opening that he could easily stoop and walk through it.
When the Steward saw what was done, he waxed mad with rage;
and, as Little John stooped to look within the pantry,
he seized him from behind by the nape of the neck, pinching him
sorely and smiting him over the head with his keys till
the yeoman's ears rang again. At this Little John turned upon
the Steward and smote him such a buffet that the fat man fell
to the floor and lay there as though he would never move again.
"There," quoth Little John, "think well of that stroke and
keep a good breakfast from a hungry man again."
So saying, he crept into the pantry and looked about him
to see if he could find something to appease his hunger.
He saw a great venison pasty and two roasted capons, beside which
was a platter of plover's eggs; moreover, there was a flask
of sack and one of canary--a sweet sight to a hungry man.
These he took down from the shelves and placed upon a sideboard,
and prepared to make himself merry.
Now the Cook, in the kitchen across the courtyard, heard the loud
talking between Little John and the Steward, and also the blow
that Little John struck the other, so he came running across
the court and up the stairway to where the Steward's pantry was,
bearing in his hands the spit with the roast still upon it.
Meanwhile the Steward had gathered his wits about him and risen
to his feet, so that when the Cook came to the Steward's pantry
he saw him glowering through the broken door at Little John,
who was making ready for a good repast, as one dog glowers
at another that has a bone. When the Steward saw the Cook,
he came to him, and, putting one arm over his shoulder,
"Alas, sweet friend!" quoth he--for the Cook was a tall,
stout man--"seest thou what that vile knave Reynold Greenleaf
hath done? He hath broken in upon our master's goods, and hath
smitten me a buffet upon the ear, so that I thought I was dead.
Good Cook, I love thee well, and thou shalt have a good pottle
of our master's best wine every day, for thou art an old
and faithful servant. Also, good Cook, I have ten shillings
that I mean to give as a gift to thee. But hatest thou not
to see a vile upstart like this Reynold Greenleaf taking it
upon him so bravely?"
"Ay, marry, that do I," quoth the Cook boldly, for he liked the
because of his talk of the wine and of the ten shillings. "Get thee
straightway to thy room, and I will bring out this knave by his ears."
So saying, he laid aside his spit and drew the sword that hung by his side;
whereupon the Steward left as quickly as he could, for he hated the sight
of naked steel.
Then the Cook walked straightway to the broken pantry door,
through which he saw Little John tucking a napkin beneath his
chin and preparing to make himself merry.
"Why, how now, Reynold Greenleaf?" said the Cook, "thou art
than a thief, I wot. Come thou straight forth, man, or I will carve
thee as I would carve a sucking pig."
"Nay, good Cook, bear thou thyself more seemingly, or else I will
come forth to thy dole. At most times I am as a yearling lamb,
but when one cometh between me and my meat, I am a raging lion,
as it were."
"Lion or no lion," quoth the valorous Cook, "come thou straight
else thou art a coward heart as well as a knavish thief."
"Ha!" cried Little John, "coward's name have I never had;
so, look to thyself, good Cook, for I come forth straight,
the roaring lion I did speak of but now."
Then he, too, drew his sword and came out of the pantry;
then, putting themselves into position, they came slowly together,
with grim and angry looks; but suddenly Little John lowered his point.
"Hold, good Cook!" said he. "Now, I bethink me it were ill
to fight with good victuals standing so nigh, and such a feast
as would befit two stout fellows such as we are. Marry, good friend,
I think we should enjoy this fair feast ere we fight.
What sayest thou, jolly Cook?"
At this speech the Cook looked up and down, scratching his head
in doubt, for he loved good feasting. At last he drew a long
breath and said to Little John, "Well, good friend, I like thy plan
right well; so, pretty boy, say I, let us feast, with all my heart,
for one of us may sup in Paradise before nightfall."
So each thrust his sword back into the scabbard and entered the pantry.
Then, after they had seated themselves, Little John drew his
dagger and thrust it into the pie. "A hungry man must be fed,"
quoth he, "so, sweet chuck, I help myself without leave."
But the Cook did not lag far behind, for straightway his hands
also were deeply thrust within the goodly pasty. After this,
neither of them spoke further, but used their teeth to better purpose.
But though neither spoke, they looked at one another, each thinking
within himself that he had never seen a more lusty fellow than
the one across the board.
At last, after a long time had passed, the Cook drew
a full, deep breath, as though of much regret, and wiped
his hands upon the napkin, for he could eat no more.
Little John, also, had enough, for he pushed the pasty aside,
as though he would say, "I want thee by me no more, good friend."
Then he took the pottle of sack, and said he, "Now, good fellow,
I swear by all that is bright, that thou art the stoutest
companion at eating that ever I had. Lo! I drink thy health."
So saying, he clapped the flask to his lips and cast
his eyes aloft, while the good wine flooded his throat.
Then he passed the pottle to the Cook, who also said, "Lo, I
drink thy health, sweet fellow!" Nor was he behind Little John
in drinking any more than in eating.
"Now," quoth Little John, "thy voice is right round and sweet,
I doubt not thou canst sing a ballad most blithely; canst thou not?"
"Truly, I have trolled one now and then," quoth the Cook,
"yet I would not sing alone."
"Nay, truly," said Little John, "that were but ill courtesy.
Strike up thy ditty, and I will afterward sing one to match it, if I can.
"So be it, pretty boy," quoth the Cook. "And hast thou e'er
heard the song
of the Deserted Shepherdess?"
"Truly, I know not," answered Little John, "but sing thou
and let me hear."
Then the Cook took another draught from the pottle, and, clearing his throat,
sang right sweetly:
THE SONG OF THE DESERTED SHEPHERDESS
"_In Lententime, when leaves wax green,
And pretty birds begin to mate,
When lark cloth sing, and thrush, I ween,
And stockdove cooeth soon and late,
Fair Phillis sat beside a stone,
And thus I heard her make her moan:
'O willow, willow, willow, willow!
I'll take me of thy branches fair
And twine a wreath to deck my hair.
" `The thrush hath taken him a she,
The robin, too, and eke the dove;
My Robin hath deserted me,
And left me for another love.
So here, by brookside, all alone,
I sit me down and make my moan.
O willow, willow, willow, willow!
I'll take me of thy branches fair
And twine a wreath to deck my hair.'
"But ne'er came herring from the sea,
But good as he were in the tide;
Young Corydon came o'er the lea,
And sat him Phillis down beside.
So, presently, she changed her tone,
And 'gan to cease her from her moan,
'O willow, willow, willow, willow!
Thou mayst e'en keep thy garlands fair,
I want them not to deck my hair_.' "
"Now, by my faith," cried Little John, "that same is a right
and hath truth in it, also."
"Glad am I thou likest it, sweet lad," said the Cook. "Now
thou one also, for ne'er should a man be merry alone, or sing and list not."
"Then I will sing thee a song of a right good knight of Arthur's court,
and how he cured his heart's wound without running upon the dart again,
thy Phillis; for I wot she did but cure one smart by giving herself another.
So, list thou while I sing:
THE GOOD KNIGHT AND HIS LOVE
"_When Arthur, King, did rule this land,
A goodly king was he,
And had he of stout knights a band
Of merry company.
"Among them all, both great and small,
A good stout knight was there,
A lusty childe, and eke a tall,
That loved a lady fair.
"But nought would she to do with he,
But turned her face away;
So gat he gone to far countrye,
And left that lady gay.
"There all alone he made his moan,
And eke did sob and sigh,
And weep till it would move a stone,
And he was like to die.
"But still his heart did feel the smart,
And eke the dire distress,
And rather grew his pain more sharp
As grew his body less.
"Then gat he back where was good sack
And merry com panye,
And soon did cease to cry `Alack!'
When blithe and gay was he.
"From which I hold, and feel full bold
To say, and eke believe,
That gin the belly go not cold
The heart will cease to grieve_."
"Now, by my faith," cried the Cook, as he rattled the pottle against
the sideboard, "I like that same song hugely, and eke the motive of
which lieth like a sweet kernel in a hazelnut"
"Now thou art a man of shrewd opinions," quoth Little John,
"and I love thee truly as thou wert my brother."
"And I love thee, too. But the day draweth on, and I have my cooking
to do ere our master cometh home; so let us e'en go and settle this
brave fight we have in hand."
"Ay, marry," quoth Little John, "and that right speedily.
Never have I been more laggard in fighting than in eating and drinking.
So come thou straight forth into the passageway, where there
is good room to swing a sword, and I will try to serve thee."
Then they both stepped forth into the broad passage that led
to the Steward's pantry, where each man drew his sword again
and without more ado fell upon the other as though he would hew
his fellow limb from limb. Then their swords clashed upon one
another with great din, and sparks flew from each blow in showers.
So they fought up and down the hall for an hour and more, neither
striking the other a blow, though they strove their best to do so;
for both were skillful at the fence; so nothing came of all their labor.
Ever and anon they rested, panting; then, after getting
their wind, at it they would go again more fiercely than ever.
At last Little John cried aloud, "Hold, good Cook!" whereupon
rested upon his sword, panting.
"Now will I make my vow," quoth Little John, "thou art the
swordsman that ever mine eyes beheld. Truly, I had thought to carve
thee ere now."
"And I had thought to do the same by thee," quoth the Cook,
"but I have missed the mark somehow."
"Now I have been thinking within myself," quoth Little John,
"what we are fighting for; but albeit I do not rightly know."
"Why, no more do I," said the Cook. "I bear no love for that
but I thought that we had engaged to fight with one another and that it
must be done."
"Now," quoth Little John, "it doth seem to me that instead
of striving to cut one another's throats, it were better for us
to be boon companions. What sayst thou, jolly Cook, wilt thou
go with me to Sherwood Forest and join with Robin Hood's band?
Thou shalt live a merry life within the woodlands, and sevenscore
good companions shalt thou have, one of whom is mine own self.
Thou shalt have three suits of Lincoln green each year,
and forty marks in pay."
"Now, thou art a man after mine own heart!" cried the Cook right
"and, as thou speakest of it, that is the very service for me.
I will go with thee, and that right gladly. Give me thy palm,
sweet fellow, and I will be thine own companion from henceforth.
What may be thy name, lad?"
"Men do call me Little John, good fellow."
"How? And art thou indeed Little John, and Robin Hood's own right-hand
Many a time and oft I heard of thee, but never did I hope to set eyes
upon thee. And thou art indeed the famous Little John!" And the Cook
seemed lost in amazement, and looked upon his companion with open eyes.
"I am Little John, indeed, and I will bring to Robin Hood
this day a right stout fellow to join his merry band.
But ere we go, good friend, it seemeth to me to be a vast
pity that, as we have had so much of the Sheriff's food,
we should not also carry off some of his silver plate to Robin Hood,
as a present from his worship."
"Ay, marry is it," said the Cook. And so they began hunting about,
and took as much silver as they could lay hands upon, clapping it into a
and when they had filled the sack they set forth to Sherwood Forest.
Plunging into the woods, they came at last to the greenwood tree,
where they found Robin Hood and threescore of his merry men lying upon
the fresh green grass. When Robin and his men saw who it was that came,
they leaped to their feet. "Now welcome!" cried Robin Hood. "Now
Little John! For long hath it been since we have heard from thee,
though we all knew that thou hadst joined the Sheriff's service.
And how hast thou fared all these long days?"
"Right merrily have I lived at the Lord Sheriff's," answered Little
"and I have come straight thence. See, good master!
I have brought thee his cook, and even his silver plate."
Thereupon he told Robin Hood and his merry men that were there,
all that had befallen him since he had left them to go to the Fair
at Nottingham Town. Then all shouted with laughter, except Robin Hood;
but he looked grave.
"Nay, Little John," said he, "thou art a brave blade and
a trusty fellow.
I am glad thou hast brought thyself back to us, and with such a good
companion as the Cook, whom we all welcome to Sherwood. But I like not
so well that thou hast stolen the Sheriff's plate like some paltry thief.
The Sheriff hath been punished by us, and hath lost three hundred pounds,
even as he sought to despoil another; but he hath done nought that we
should steal his household plate from him.
Though Little John was vexed with this, he strove to pass
it off with a jest. "Nay, good master," quoth he, "if thou
thinkest the Sheriff gave us not the plate, I will fetch him,
that he may tell us with his own lips he giveth it all to us."
So saying he leaped to his feet, and was gone before Robin
could call him back.
Little John ran for full five miles till he came to where the Sheriff
of Nottingham and a gay company were hunting near the forest.
When Little John came to the Sheriff he doffed his cap and bent his knee.
"God save thee, good master," quoth he.
"Why, Reynold Greenleaf!" cried the Sheriff, "whence comest
and where hast thou been?"
"I have been in the forest," answered Little John, speaking amazedly,
"and there I saw a sight such as ne'er before man's eyes beheld!
Yonder I saw a young hart all in green from top to toe, and about him was
herd of threescore deer, and they, too, were all of green from head to foot.
Yet I dared not shoot, good master, for fear lest they should slay me."
"Why, how now, Reynold Greenleaf," cried the Sheriff, "art
or art thou mad, that thou dost bring me such, a tale?"
"Nay, I am not dreaming nor am I mad," said Little John,
"and if thou wilt come with me, I will show thee this fair sight,
for I have seen it with mine own eyes. But thou must come alone,
good master, lest the others frighten them and they get away."
So the party all rode forward, and Little John led them downward
into the forest.
"Now, good master," quoth he at last, "we are nigh where
I saw this herd."
Then the Sheriff descended from his horse and bade them wait for him until
he should return; and Little John led him forward through a close copse
suddenly they came to a great open glade, at the end of which Robin Hood
beneath the shade of the great oak tree, with his merry men all about him.
"See, good Master Sheriff," quoth Little John, "yonder is
the hart of which I
spake to thee."
At this the Sheriff turned to Little John and said bitterly,
"Long ago I thought I remembered thy face, but now I know thee.
Woe betide thee, Little John, for thou hast betrayed me this day."
In the meantime Robin Hood had come to them. "Now welcome, Master Sheriff,"
said he. "Hast thou come today to take another feast with me?"
"Nay, Heaven forbid!" said the Sheriff in tones of deep earnest.
"I care for no feast and have no hunger today."
"Nevertheless," quoth Robin, "if thou hast no hunger, maybe
hast thirst, and well I know thou wilt take a cup of sack with me.
But I am grieved that thou wilt not feast with me, for thou couldst
have victuals to thy liking, for there stands thy Cook."
Then he led the Sheriff, willy-nilly, to the seat he knew so well beneath
the greenwood tree.
"Ho, lads!" cried Robin, "fill our good friend the Sheriff
a right brimming
cup of sack and fetch it hither, for he is faint and weary."
Then one of the band brought the Sheriff a cup of sack, bowing low
as he handed it to him; but the Sheriff could not touch the wine,
for he saw it served in one of his own silver flagons, on one of his
own silver plates.
"How now," quoth Robin, "dost thou not like our new silver
We have gotten a bag of it this day." So saying, he held up the sack
of silver that Little John and the Cook had brought with them.
Then the Sheriff's heart was bitter within him; but, not
daring to say anything, he only gazed upon the ground.
Robin looked keenly at him for a time before he spoke again.
Then said he, "Now, Master Sheriff, the last time thou camest to
Sherwood Forest thou didst come seeking to despoil a poor spendthrift,
and thou wert despoiled thine own self; but now thou comest seeking
to do no harm, nor do I know that thou hast despoiled any man.
I take my tithes from fat priests and lordly squires, to help
those that they despoil and to raise up those that they bow down;
but I know not that thou hast tenants of thine own whom thou
hast wronged in any way. Therefore, take thou thine own again,
nor will I dispossess thee today of so much as one farthing.
Come with me, and I will lead thee from the forest back to thine
own party again."
Then, slinging the bag upon his shoulder, he turned away,
the Sheriff following him, all too perplexed in mind to speak.
So they went forward until they came to within a furlong of
the spot where the Sheriff's companions were waiting for him.
Then Robin Hood gave the sack of silver back to the Sheriff.
"Take thou thine own again," he said, "and hearken to me,
good Sheriff, take thou a piece of advice with it.
Try thy servants well ere thou dost engage them again so readily."
Then, turning, he left the other standing bewildered,
with the sack in his hands.
The company that waited for the Sheriff were all amazed to see him
come out of the forest bearing a heavy sack upon his shoulders;
but though they questioned him, he answered never a word,
acting like one who walks in a dream. Without a word, he placed
the bag across his nag's back and then, mounting, rode away,
all following him; but all the time there was a great turmoil
of thoughts within his head, tumbling one over the other.
And thus ends the merry tale of Little John and how he entered
the Sheriff's service.
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