to Robin
and
plucked
him by the
sleeve.
“Thou dost
lead a
merry
life, good
master,”
quoth he,
“but dost
thou not
think that
it would
be for the
welfare of
all your
souls to
have a
good stout
chaplain,
such as I,
to oversee
holy
matters?
Truly, I
do love
this life
mightily.”
At this
merry
Robin Hood
laughed
amain, and
bade him
stay and
become one
of their
band if he
wished.
That night
there was
such a
feast held
in the
greenwood
as
Nottinghamshire
never saw
