The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wildSuffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
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The story hunter : $b or, Tales of the weird and wild
Suffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
Hypnotism -- Fiction; Short stories, English; Supernatural -- Fiction
Then did we guess what they mought be; and some sayd it maye be soe and
soe, and others sayed it is thys or that, till one sayd it maye be ye
hiding-place of Robyn Hode, in ye faire tyme of ye yeare, but others
sayd no, it is a place for woodemen and they who doe mynd cattel.
But one of my serving men being curious to knowe what was within these
caves, dyd with hys handes begin to pull downe some of ye boardes, ye
which dyd make a kynd of doorway, whereupon came an arrow, which dyd
pin hys hande to the woode, and he dyd cry out in gret payn for us to
release him.
Then ran forward Thomas à Boston, one of ye yeomen, to give succor,
but whan he dyd put forthe hys hande to plucke out the arrowe from hys
comrade, straiteway flew anoder arrowe, which smiting him on ye face,
dyd pierce his two cheekes, soe that ye feathers of the arrowe were wet
with hys bloude.
Anon came a loude voice which alle might heare, though ye speaker no
manne coulde see:
“Stande alle! Upon ye erthe your weapons throwe.”
Thys we dyd, when there advanced into ye lytell open space before ye
caves, a stalwart man y’clad in green clothe of goode pryce, having in
his hande a long-bowe to which an arrow was notched. At his right side
he dyd weare a goodlie sword, and from his left shouder hung a crooked
horne. He hadde on a mantel of sad color, but of thicke texture, to
keepe him from ye inclemency of ye weather.
“Who seeke you here?” he cry’d. “Why brake you downe in wantonness ye
dwelling of a poore forester?”
Then dyd I answer him and saye--
“We be but poore wayfayrers halting on our way to cook our store of
victuals, and dyd but mene to peep into the caves, to see if aney manne
dyd dwell therein this winter of the yeare.”
Then dyd ye manne, with a gret oathe, declare that never dyd he see
a poore traveller wend his waye through the forest with such goodlie
retinue and beastes, and that he must firste enquire into my state,
before I went thitherfrom.
With that he tooke his bugle and dyd blowe a lusty blast upon hys
curled horne, and anon came a reply from far awaye in ye foreste.
Then ye bold robber, for we dyd guess it was Robyn himself, dyd set
him on ye gnarléd root of a gret tree and waited patiently; and soe
perforce dyd we, being afeard of ye man. Nevertheless, I dyd gaze
my fyll upon ye bolde outlawe before me, and marry, he was a right
sturdy fellow, tall, and of a proportionate bignesse of lymbe, comely
of feature, and with a swarthy visage, hys hair and beard of ye sloes
colour, and eke had he the eyen of ye falcon; a very proper manne was
he and in hys pryme.
Anon as we dyd gaze upon him, and he at us, he dyd put to us sundrie
questions, which we dyd answer him very civilly. As he dyd thus
question us, and no man dyd come to the sounde of the robber’s bugle,
my other yeoman, Robert Baldrow, dyd rise up and saye to Robyn--
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