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lost in the quietness of sleep.
And now came the first gust of wind, rushing past the place,
clapping and banging the doors and shutters, smelling of the
coming rain, and all wrapped in a cloud of dust and leaves.
As though the wind had brought a guest along with it, the door
opened of a sudden and in came a friar of Emmet Priory, and one
in high degree, as was shown by the softness and sleekness of his
robes and the richness of his rosary. He called to the landlord,
and bade him first have his mule well fed and bedded in the stable,
and then to bring him the very best there was in the house.
So presently a savory stew of tripe and onions, with sweet little
fat dumplings, was set before him, likewise a good stout pottle
of Malmsey, and straightway the holy friar fell to with great
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courage and heartiness, so that in a short time nought was
left but a little pool of gravy in the center of the platter,
not large enow to keep the life in a starving mouse.
In the meantime the storm broke. Another gust of wind went rushing by,
and with it fell a few heavy drops of rain, which presently came rattling
down in showers, beating against the casements like a hundred little hands.
Bright flashes of lightning lit up every raindrop, and with them came cracks
of thunder that went away rumbling and bumping as though Saint Swithin
were busy rolling great casks of water across rough ground overhead.
The womenfolks screamed, and the merry wags in the taproom put their arms
around their waists to soothe them into quietness.
At last the holy friar bade the landlord show him to his room;
but when he heard that he was to bed with a cobbler, he was as ill
contented a fellow as you could find in all England, nevertheless there
was nothing for it, and he must sleep there or nowhere; so, taking up
his candle, he went off, grumbling like the now distant thunder.
When he came to the room where he was to sleep he held the light
over Robin and looked at him from top to toe; then he felt
better pleased, for, instead, of a rough, dirty-bearded fellow,
he beheld as fresh and clean a lad as one could find in a week
of Sundays; so, slipping off his clothes, he also huddled into the bed,
where Robin, grunting and grumbling in his sleep, made room for him.
Robin was more sound asleep, I wot, than he had been for many a day,
else he would never have rested so quietly with one of the friar's sort
so close beside him. As for the friar, had he known who Robin Hood was,
you may well believe he would almost as soon have slept with an adder
as with the man he had for a bedfellow.
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So the night passed comfortably enough, but at the first dawn
of day Robin opened his eyes and turned his head upon the pillow.
Then how he gaped and how he stared, for there beside him lay one all shaven
and shorn, so that he knew that it must be a fellow in holy orders.
He pinched himself sharply, but, finding he was awake, sat up in bed,
while the other slumbered as peacefully as though he were safe
and sound at home in Emmet Priory. "Now," quoth Robin to himself,
"I wonder how this thing hath dropped into my bed during the night."
So saying, he arose softly, so as not to waken the other, and looking
about the room he espied the friar's clothes lying upon a bench near
the wall. First he looked at the clothes, with his head on one side,
and then he looked at the friar and slowly winked one eye.
Quoth he, "Good Brother What-e'er-thy-name-may-be, as thou hast
borrowed my bed so freely I'll e'en borrow thy clothes in return."
So saying, he straightway donned the holy man's garb, but kindly left
the cobbler's clothes in the place of it. Then he went forth into
the freshness of the morning, and the stableman that was up and about
the stables opened his eyes as though he saw a green mouse before him,
for such men as the friars of Emmet were not wont to be early risers;
but the man bottled his thoughts, and only asked Robin whether
he wanted his mule brought from the stable.
"Yea, my son," quoth Robin--albeit he knew nought of the mule--"and
bring it forth quickly, I prythee, for I am late and must be jogging."
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