“If I produce five archers who can out-shoot your ten, will you grant my men full grace and amnesty?” “Assuredly!” quoth the King in right good humor. “Nathless, I tell you now, your wager is in jeopardy, for there never were such bowmen as Tepus and Clifton and Gilbert!” “Hum!” said the Queen puckering her brow, still as though lost in thought. “I must see if there be none present to aid me in my wager. Boy, call hither Sir Richard of the Lea and my lord Bishop of Hereford!” The two summoned ones, who had been witnessing the sport, came forward. “Sir Richard,” said she, “thou art a full knight and good. Would’st advise me to meet a wager of the King’s, that I can produce other archers as good as Tepus and Gilbert and Clifton?” “Nay, Your Majesty,” he said, bending his knee. “There be none present that can match them. Howbeit,”--he added dropping his voice--“I have heard of some who lie hid in Sherwood Forest who could show them strange targets.” The Queen smiled and dismissed him. “Come hither, my lord Bishop of Hereford,” quoth she, “would’st thou advance a sum to support my wager ‘gainst the King?” “Nay, Your Majesty,” said the fat Bishop, “an you pardon me, I’d not lay down a penny on such a bet. For by my silver mitre, the King’s archers are men who have no peers.” “But suppose I found men whom _thou knewest_ to be masters at the bow,” she insisted roguishly, “would’st thou not back them? Belike, I have heard that there be men round about Nottingham and Plympton who carry such matters with a high hand!” The Bishop glanced nervously around, as if half expecting to see Robin Hood’s men standing near; then turned to find the Queen looking at him with much amusement lurking in her eyes. “Odds bodikins! The story of my misadventure must have preceded me!” he thought, ruefully. Aloud he said, resolved to face it out, “Your Majesty, such tales are idle and exaggerated. An you pardon me, I would add to the King’s wager that his men are invincible.” “As it pleases thee,” replied the Queen imperturbably. “How much?” “Here is my purse,” said the Bishop uneasily. “It contains fifteen score nobles, or near a hundred pounds.” “I’ll take it at even money,” she said, dismissing him; “and Your Majesty”--turning to the King who had been conversing with the two princes and certain of the nobles--“I accept your wager of five hundred pounds.” “Very good,” said the King, laughing as though it were a great jest. “But what had minded you to take such interest in the sport, of a sudden?” “It is as I have said. I have found five men whom I will pit against any you may produce.” “Then we will try their skill speedily,” quoth the King. “How say you, if first we decide this open target and then match the five best thereat against your unknown champions?”