" Then he thrust
his shaft into his quiver, rattling, and unstrung his bow without
another word.
Then the Sheriff came down from his dais and drew near, in all his silks
and velvets, to where the tattered stranger stood leaning upon his stout
bow, while the good folk crowded around to see the man who shot so
wondrously well. "Here, good fellow," quoth the Sheriff, "take thou the
prize, and well and fairly hast thou won it, I bow. What may be thy
name, and whence comest thou?"
"Men do call me Jock o' Teviotdale, and thence am I come," said the
stranger.
"Then, by Our Lady, Jock, thou art the fairest archer that e'er mine
eyes beheld, and if thou wilt join my service I will clothe thee with a
better coat than that thou hast upon thy back; thou shalt eat and drink
of the best, and at every Christmastide fourscore marks shall be thy
wage. I trow thou drawest better bow than that same coward knave Robin
Hood, that dared not show his face here this day. Say, good fellow,
wilt thou join my service?"
"Nay, that will I not," quoth the stranger roughly. "I will be mine own,
and no man in all merry England shall be my master.
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