HOW MAID MARIAN CAME BACK TO SHERWOOD FOREST; ALSO, HOW ROBIN HOOD CAME BEFORE QUEEN ELEANOR. But Robin Hood, he himself had disguis’d, And Marian was strangely attir’d, That they proved foes, and so fell to blows, Whose valor bold Robin admir’d. And when he came at London’s court, He fell down on his knee. “Thou art welcome, Lockesley,” said the Queen, “And all thy good yeomandree.” Now it fell out that one day not long thereafter, Robin was minded to try his skill at hunting. And not knowing whom he might meet in his rambles, he stained his face and put on a sorry-looking jacket and a long cloak before he sallied forth. As he walked, the peacefulness of the morning came upon him, and brought back to his memory the early days so long ago when he had roamed these same glades with Marian. How sweet they seemed to him now, and how far away! Marian, too, the dainty friend of his youth--would he ever see her again? He had thought of her very often of late, and each time with increasing desire to hear her clear voice and musical laugh, and see her eyes light up at his coming. Perhaps the happiness of Allen-a-Dale and his lady had caused Robin’s heart-strings to vibrate more strongly; perhaps, too, the coming of Will Scarlet. But, certes, Robin was anything but a hunter this bright morning as he walked along with head drooping in a most love-lorn way. Presently a hart entered the glade in full view of him, grazing peacefully, and instantly the man of action awoke. His bow was drawn and a shaft all but loosed, when the beast fell suddenly, pierced by a clever arrow from the far side of the glade. Then a handsome little page sprang gleefully from the covert and ran toward the dying animal. This was plainly the archer, for he flourished his bow aloft, and likewise bore a sword at his side, though for all that he looked a mere lad. Robin approached the hart from the other side. “How dare you shoot the King’s beasts, stripling?” he asked severely. “I have as much right to shoot them as the King himself,” answered the page haughtily. “How dare you question me?” The voice stirred Robin strongly. It seemed to chime into his memories of the old days. He looked at the page sharply, and the other returned the glance, straight and unafraid. “Who are you, my lad?” Robin said more civilly. “No lad of yours, and my name’s my own,” retorted the other with spirit. “Softly! Fair and softly, sweet page, or we of the forest will have to teach you manners!” said Robin. “Not if _you_ stand for the forest!” cried the page, whipping out his sword. “Come, draw, and defend yourself!” He swung his blade valiantly; and Robin saw nothing for it but to draw likewise. The page thereupon engaged him quite fiercely, and Robin found that he had many pretty little tricks at fencing.