Then up rose
Robin and took his stout staff in his hand, likewise, and slipped ten
golden angels into his pouch; for no beggar's garb was among the stores
of the band, so he was fain to run his chance of meeting a beggar and
buying his clothes of him.
So, all being made ready, the two yeomen set forth on their way,
striding lustily along all in the misty morning. Thus they walked down
the forest path until they came to the highway, and then along the
highway till it split in twain, leading on one hand to Blyth and on the
other to Gainsborough. Here the yeomen stopped.
Quoth jolly Robin, "Take thou the road to Gainsborough, and I will take
that to Blyth. So, fare thee well, holy father, and mayst thou not ha'
cause to count thy beads in earnest ere we meet again."
"Good den, good beggar that is to be," quoth Little John, "and mayst
thou have no cause to beg for mercy ere I see thee next."
So each stepped sturdily upon his way until a green hill rose between
them, and the one was hid from the sight of the other.
Little John walked along, whistling, for no one was nigh upon all the
road.
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