To all this Little John listened, shaking his head sadly now and then.
"Alas," quoth he, when the good dame had finished her speech, "this is
indeed an ill case. But who is this that goeth into Sherwood after
Robin Hood, and why doth he go to seek him? But no matter for that now;
only that I would that Robin Hood were here to advise us. Nevertheless,
no time may be lost in sending for him at this hour, if we would save
the lives of thy three sons. Tell me, hast thou any clothes hereabouts
that I may put on in place of these of Lincoln green? Marry, if our
stout Sheriff catcheth me without disguise, I am like to be run up more
quickly than thy sons, let me tell thee, dame."
Then the old woman told him that she had in the house some of the
clothes of her good husband, who had died only two years before. These
she brought to Little John, who, doffing his garb of Lincoln green, put
them on in its stead. Then, making a wig and false beard of uncarded
wool, he covered his own brown hair and beard, and, putting on a great,
tall hat that had belonged to the old peasant, he took his staff in one
hand and his bow in the other, and set forth with all speed to where the
Sheriff had taken up his inn.
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