Now the judges came up, and announced each man his prize, according to the King’s command. To Robin was give the purse containing twoscore golden pounds; to Little John the twoscore silver pennies; and to Allan-a-Dale the fine inlaid bugle, much to his delight, for he was skilled at blowing sweet tunes upon the horn hardly less than handling the harp strings. But when the Rhenish wine and English beer and harts of Dallom Lea were spoken of, Robin said: “Nay, what need we of wine or beer, so far from the greenwood? And ‘twould be like carrying coals to Newcastle, to drive those harts to Sherwood! Now Gilbert and Tepus and their men have shot passing well. Wherefore, the meat and drink must go to them, an they will accept it of us.” “Right gladly,” replied Gilbert grasping his hand. “Ye are good men all, and we will toast you every one, in memory of the greatest day at archery that England has ever seen, or ever will see!” Thus said all the King’s archers, and the hand of good-fellowship was given amid much shouting and clapping on the shoulder-blades. And so ended King Harry’s tourney, whose story has been handed down from sire to son, even unto the present day. CHAPTER XIV HOW ROBIN HOOD WAS SOUGHT OF THE TINKER And while the tinker fell asleep, Robin made haste away, And left the tinker in the lurch, For the great shot to pay. King Henry was as good as his word. Robin Hood and his party were suffered to depart from London--the parting bringing keen sorrow to Marian--and for forty days no hand was raised against them. But at the end of that time, the royal word was sent to the worthy Sheriff at Nottingham that he must lay hold upon the outlaws without further delay, as he valued his office. Indeed, the exploits of Robin and his band, ending with the great tourney in Finsbury Field, had made a mighty stir through all England, and many there were to laugh boldly at the Nottingham official for his failures to capture the outlaws. The Sheriff thereupon planned three new expeditions into the greenwood, and was even brave enough to lead them, since he had fifteen-score men at his beck and call each time. But never the shadow of an outlaw did he see, for Robin’s men lay close, and the Sheriff’s men knew not how to come at their chief hiding-place in the cove before the cavern. Now the Sheriff’s daughter had hated Robin Hood bitterly in her heart ever since the day he refused to bestow upon her the golden arrow, and shamed her before all the company. His tricks, also, upon her father were not calculated to lessen her hatred, and so she sought about for means to aid the Sheriff in catching the enemy. “There is no need to go against this man with force of arms,” she said. “We must meet his tricks with other tricks of our own.” “Would that we could!” groaned the Sheriff. “The fellow is becoming a nightmare unto me.” “Let me plan a while,” she replied. “Belike I can cook up some scheme for his undoing.”