by Howard Pyle
From o’er the red tiled eaves,
The sunlight blazed with colored light
On golden helms and greaves.
“But suddenly a silence came
About the Table Round,
For up the hall there walked a dame
Bent nigh unto the ground.
“Her nose was hooked, her eyes were bleared,
Her locks were lank and white;
Upon her chin there grew a beard;
She was a grewsome sight.
“And so with crawling step she came
And kneeled at Arthur’s feet;
Quoth Kay, ‘She is the foulest dame
That e’er my sight did greet.’
“‘O mighty King! of thee I crave
A boon on bended knee;’
Twas thus she spoke. ‘What wouldst thou have,’
Quoth Arthur King, ‘of me?’
“Quoth she, ‘I have a foul disease
Doth gnaw my very heart,
And but one thing can bring me ease
Or cure my bitter smart.
“‘There is no rest, no ease for me
North, east, or west, or south,
Till Christian knight will willingly
Thrice kiss me on the mouth.
“‘Nor wedded may this childe have been
That giveth ease to me;
Nor may he be constrained, I ween,
But kiss me willingly.
“‘So is there here one Christian knight
Of such a noble strain
That he will give a tortured wight
Sweet ease of mortal pain?’
“‘A wedded man,’ quoth Arthur, King,
‘A wedded man I be,
Else would I deem it noble thing
To kiss thee willingly.
“‘Now, Lancelot, in all men’s sight
Thou art the head and chief
Of chivalry. Come, noble knight,
And give her quick relief.’
“But Lancelot he turned aside
And looked upon the ground,
For it did sting his haughty pride
To hear them laugh around.
“‘Come thou, Sir Tristram,’ quoth the King.
Quoth he, ‘It cannot be,
For ne’er can I my stomach bring
To do it willingly.’
“‘Wilt thou, Sir Kay, thou scornful wight?’
Quoth Kay, ‘Nay, by my troth!
What noble dame would kiss a knight
That kissed so foul a mouth?’
“‘Wilt thou, Gawaine?’ ‘I cannot, King.’
‘Sir Geraint?’ ‘Nay, not I;
My kisses no relief could bring,
For sooner would I die.’
“Then up and spake the youngest man
Of all about the board,
‘Now such relief as Christian can
I’ll give to her, my lord.’
“It was Sir Keith, a youthful knight,
Yet strong of limb and bold,
With beard upon his chin as light
As finest threads of gold.
“Quoth Kay, ‘He hath no mistress yet
That he may call his own,
But here is one that’s quick to get,
As she herself has shown.’
“He kissed her once, he kissed her twice,
He kissed her three times o’er,
A wondrous change came in a trice.
And she was foul no more.
“Her cheeks grew red as any rose,
Her brow as white as lawn,
Her bosom like the winter snows,
Her eyes like those of fawn.
“Her breath grew sweet as summer breeze
That blows the meadows o’er;
Her voice grew soft as rustling trees,
And cracked and harsh no more.
“Her hair grew glittering like the gold,
Her hands as white as milk;
Her filthy rags, so foul and old,
Were changed to robes of silk.
“In great amaze the knights did stare.
Quoth Kay, ‘I make my vow
If it will please thee, lady fair,
I’ll gladly kiss thee now.”
“But young Sir Keith kneeled on one knee
And kissed her robes so fair.
‘O let me be thy slave,’ said he,
‘For none to thee compare.’
“She bent her down, she kissed his brow,
She kissed his lips and eyes.
Quoth she, Thou art my master now,
My lord, my love, arise!
“‘And all the wealth that is mine own,
My lands, I give to thee,
For never knight hath lady shown
Such noble courtesy.
“‘Bewitched was I, in bitter pain,
But thou hast set me free,
So now I am myself again,
I give myself to thee.’ ”
“Yea, truly,” quoth Robin Hood, when the Tanner had made an end of singing, “it is as I remember it, a fair ditty, and a ballad with a pleasing tune of a song.”
“It hath oftentimes seemed to me,” said Will Scarlet, “that it hath a certain motive in it, e’en such as this: That a duty which seemeth to us sometimes ugly and harsh, when we do kiss it fairly upon the mouth, so to speak, is no such foul thing after all.”
“Methinks thou art right,” quoth Robin, “and, contrariwise, that when we kiss a pleasure that appeareth gay it turneth foul to us; is it not so, Little John? Truly such a thing hath brought thee sore thumps this day. Nay, man, never look down in the mouth. Clear thy pipes and sing us a ditty.”
“Nay,” said Little John, “I have none as fair as that merry Arthur has trolled. They are all poor things that I know. Moreover, my voice is not in tune to-day, and I would not spoil even a tolerable song by ill singing.”
Upon this all pressed Little John to sing, so that when he had denied them a proper length of time, such as is seemly in one that is asked to sing, he presently yielded. Quoth he, “Well, an ye will ha’ it so, I will give you what I can. Like to fair Will, I have no title to my ditty, but this it runs.” Then clearing his voice he sang:—
“O Lady mine, the spring is here,
With a hey nonny nonny;
The sweet love season of the year,
With a ninny ninny nonny;
Now lad and lass
Lie in the grass
That groweth green
With flowers between.
The buck doth rest,
The leaves do start,
The cock doth crow,
The breeze doth blow,
And all things laugh in—”
Little John beginneth a goodly song, but doth not finish it.
“Who may yon fellow be coming along the road?” said Robin, breaking into the song.
“I know not,” quoth Little John, in a surly voice. “But this I do know, that it is an ill thing to do to check the flow of a good song.”
“Nay, Little John,” said Robin, “be not vexed, I prythee; but I have been watching him coming along, bent beneath that great bag over his shoulder, ever since thou didst begin thy song. Look, Little John, I pray, and see if thou knowest him.”
Little John looked whither Robin Hood pointed. “Truly,” quoth he, after a time, “I think yon fellow is a certain young miller I have seen now and then around the edge of Sherwood; a poor wight, methinks, to spoil a good song about.”
“Now thou speakest of him,” quoth Robin Hood, “methinks I myself have seen him now and then. Hath he not a mill over beyond Nottingham Town, nigh to the Salisbury road?”
“Thou art right; that is the man,” said Little John.
“A good stout fellow,” quoth Robin. “I saw him crack Ned o’ Bradford’s crown about a fortnight since, and never saw I hair lifted more neatly in all my life before.”
By this time the young miller had come so near that they could see him clearly. His c
lothes were dusted with flour, and over his back he carried a great sack of meal, bending so as to bring the whole weight upon his shoulders, and across the sack was a thick quarterstaff. His limbs were stout and strong, and he strode along the dusty road right sturdily with the heavy sack across his shoulders. His cheeks were ruddy as a winter hip, his hair was flaxen in color, and on his chin was a downy growth of flaxen beard.
“A good honest fellow,” quoth Robin Hood, “and such an one as is a credit to English yeomanrie. Now let us have a merry jest with him. We will forth as though we were common thieves and pretend to rob him of his honest gains. Then we will take him into the forest and give him a feast of such as his stomach never held in all his life before. We will flood his throat with good canary and send him home with crowns in his purse for every penny he hath. What say ye, lads?”
“Truly, it is a merry thought,” said Will Scarlet.
“It is well planned,” quoth Little John, “but all the saints preserve us from any more drubbings this day! Marry, my poor bones ache so that I—”
“Prythee peace, Little John,” quoth Robin. “Thy foolish tongue will get us both well laughed at yet.”
“My foolish tongue, forsooth,” growled Little John to Arthur a Bland. “I would it could keep our master from getting us into another coil this day.”
But now the Miller, plodding along the road, had come opposite to where the yeomen lay hidden, whereupon all four of them ran at him and surrounded him.
“Hold, friend!” cried Robin to the Miller; whereupon he turned slowly, with the weight of the bag upon his shoulder, and looked at each in turn all bewildered, for though a good stout man his wits did not skip like roasting chestnuts.
Robin Hood bids the Miller’s son to stand.
“Who bids me stay?” said the Miller in a voice deep and gruff, like the growl of a great dog.
“Marry that do I,” quoth Robin; “and let me tell thee, friend, thou hadst best mind my bidding.”
“And who art thou, good friend?” said the Miller, throwing the great sack of meal from his shoulder to the ground; “and who are those with thee?”
“We be four good Christian men,” quoth Robin, “and would fain help thee by carrying part of thy heavy load for thee.”
“I give you all thanks,” said the Miller, “but my bag is none that heavy that I cannot carry it e’en by myself.”
“Nay, thou dost mistake, ” quoth Robin, “I meant that thou mightest perhaps have some heavy farthings or pence about thee, not to speak of silver and gold. Our good Gaffer Swanthold sayeth that gold is an over heavy burden for a two-legged ass to carry; so we would e’en lift some of this load from thee.”
“Alas!” cried the Miller; “what would ye do to me? I have not about me so much as a clipped groat. Do me no harm, I pray you, but let me depart in peace. Moreover, let me tell you that ye are upon Robin Hood’s ground, and should he find you seeking to rob an honest craftsman, he will clip your ears to your heads and scourge you even to the walls of Nottingham.”
“In truth I fear Robin Hood no more than I do myself,” quoth jolly Robin. “Thou must this day give up to me every penny thou hast about thee. Nay, if thou dost budge an inch I will rattle this staff about thine ears.”
“Nay, smite me not!” cried the Miller, throwing up his elbow as though he feared the blow. “Thou mayst search me if thou wilt, but thou wilt find nothing upon me, pouch, pocket, or skin.”
“Is it so?” quoth Robin Hood, looking keenly upon him. “Now I believe that what thou tellest is no true tale. If I am not much mistook thou hast somewhat in the bottom of that fat sack of meal. Good Arthur, empty the bag upon the ground; I warrant thou wilt find a shilling or two in the flour.”
“Alas!” cried the Miller, falling upon his knees, “spoil not all my good meal! It can better you not, and will ruin me. Spare it, and I will give up the money in the bottom of the bag.”
“Ha!” quoth Robin, nudging Will Scarlet, “Is it so? And have I found where thy money lies? Marry, I have a wondrous nose for the blessed image of good King Harry. I thought that I smelt gold and silver beneath the barley meal. Bring it straight forth, Miller.”
Robin Hood findeth the Miller’s money.
Then slowly the Miller arose to his feet, and slowly and unwillingly he untied the mouth of the bag, and slowly thrust his hands into the meal and began fumbling about with his arms buried to the elbows in the barley flour. The others gathered round him, their heads together, looking and wondering what he would bring forth.
So they stood, all with their heads close together, gazing down into the sack. But while he pretended to be searching for the money, the Miller gathered two great handfuls of meal, “Ha,” quoth he, “here they are, the beauties.” Then, as the others leaned still more forward to see what he had, he suddenly cast the meal into their faces, filling their eyes and noses and mouths with the flour, blinding and half choking them. Arthur a Bland was worse off than any, for his mouth was open, agape with wonder of what was to come, so that a great cloud of flour flew down his throat, setting him a-coughing till he could scarcely stand.
The Miller throweth meal into the faces of the four, and so blinds them.
Then, while all four stumbled about, roaring with the smart of the meal in their eyeballs, and while they rubbed their eyes till the tears made great channels on their faces through the meal, the Miller seized another handful of flour and another and another, throwing it in their faces, so that even had they had a glimmering of light before they were now as blind as ever a beggar in Nottinghamshire, while their hair and beards and clothes were as white as snow.
Then catching up his great crab staff, the Miller began laying about him as though he were clean gone mad. This way and that skipped the four, like peas on a drumhead, but they could neither see to defend themselves nor to run away. Thwack! thwack! went the Miller’s cudgel across their backs, and at every blow great white clouds of flour rose in the air from their jackets and went drifting down the breeze.
The stout Miller drubs them.
“Stop!” roared Robin at last. “Give over, good friend, I am Robin Hood!”
“Thou liest, thou knave,” cried the Miller, giving him a rap on the ribs that sent up a great cloud of flour like a puff of smoke. “Stout Robin never robbed an honest tradesman. Ha! thou wouldst have any money, wouldst thou?” And he gave him another blow. “Nay, thou art not getting thy share, thou long-legged knave. Share and share alike.” And he smote Little John across the shoulders so that he sent him skipping half across the road. “Nay, fear not, it is thy turn now, black beard.” And he gave the Tanner a crack that made him roar for all his coughing. “How now, red coat, let me brush the dust from thee!” cried he, smiting Will Scarlet. And so he gave them merry words and blows until they could scarcely stand, and whenever he saw one like to clear his eyes he threw more flour in his face.
At last Robin Hood found his horn, and clapping it to his lips blew three loud blasts upon it.
Now it chanced that Will Stutely and a party of Robin’s men were in the glade not far from where this merry sport was going forward. Hearing the hubbub of voices, and blows that sounded like the noise of a flail in the barn in winter time, they stopped, listening, and wondering what was toward. Quoth Will Stutely, “Now if I mistake not there is some stout battle with cudgels going forward not far hence. I would fain see this pretty sight.” So saying, he and the whole party turned their steps whence the noise came. When they had come near where all the tumult sounded they heard the three blasts of Robin’s bugle horn.
Robin Hood soundeth his bugle horn, and so calleth his merry men to the aid of the four.
“Quick!” cried young David of Doncaster. “Our master is in sore need!” So, without stopping a moment, they dashed forward with might and main and burst forth from the covert into the high-road.
But what a sight was that which they saw. The road was all white with meal, and five men stood there also white with meal from top
to toe, for much of the barley flour had fallen back upon the Miller.
“What is thy need, master?” cried Will Stutely. “And what doth all this mean?”
“Why,” quoth Robin in a mighty passion, “yon traitor fellow hath come as nigh slaying me as e’er a man in all the world. Hadst thou not come quickly, good Stutely, thy master had been dead.”
Hereupon, whilst he and the three others rubbed the meal from their eyes, and Will Stutely and his men brushed their clothes clean, he told them all; how that he had meant to pass a jest upon the Miller, which same had turned so grievously upon them.
“Quick, men, seize the vile Miller!” cried Stutely, who was nigh choking with laughter as were the rest; whereupon several ran upon the stout fellow, and seizing him bound his arms behind his back with bowstrings.
“Ha!” cried Robin, when they brought the trembling Miller to him. “Thou wouldst murder me, wouldst thou? By my faith—” Here he stopped and stood glaring upon the Miller with a grim look. But Robin’s anger could not hold, so first his eyes twinkled, and then in spite of all he broke into a laugh.
Robin Hood thinketh to punish the Miller, but cannot do so because of his merry heart.
Now when they saw their master laugh, the yeomen who stood around could contain themselves no longer, and a mighty shout of laughter went up from all. Many could not stand, but rolled upon the ground from pure merriment.
