From the deeper recesses of the
forest the strange whispering sounds of night-time came to the ear; all
else was silent, saving only for the rattling of their footsteps amid
the crisp, dry leaves of the last winter. At last a ruddy glow shone
before them here and there through the trees; a little farther and they
came to the open glade, now bathed in the pale moonlight. In the center
of the open crackled a great fire, throwing a red glow on all around.
At the fire were roasting juicy steaks of venison, pheasants, capons,
and fresh fish from the river. All the air was filled with the sweet
smell of good things cooking.
The little band made its way across the glade, many yeomen turning with
curious looks and gazing after them, but none speaking or questioning
them. So, with Will Scarlet upon one side and Will Stutely upon the
other, the stranger came to where Robin Hood sat on a seat of moss under
the greenwood tree, with Little John standing beside him.
"Good even, fair friend," said Robin Hood, rising as the other drew
near. "And hast thou come to feast with me this day?"
"Alas! I know not," said the lad, looking around him with dazed eyes,
for he was bewildered with all that he saw.
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