The Geste of Robin Hood (Paraphrased)
How Robin Hood befriended the poor Knight Sir Richard at the Lee
“Robin, when is it dinnertime,” asked Little John. “When a guest arrives,” said Robin. “Then let’s get the table ready while you tell us who we rob, beat, and leave.” “We rob the rich and give to the poor. We beat the Sheriff of Nottingham, and we leave the ploughmen in peace,” said Robin. “Now go with Much and Will to the Saylis and bring back the first churchman; abbot, earl, baron, knight, or squire you see.” Soon, along came a sad-looking knight. “Welcome to the Greenwood, Sir Knight,” said Little John, “my master invites you to dine with us.” “Do I know your master?” Asked the knight. “His name is Robin Hood,” said Little John. “He is a good yeoman,” said the knight, “I intended dining at Blyth or Doncaster, but would like to meet good Robin Hood.”
(*A yeoman of the forest, a forest official, often a bailiff (Canterbury Tales). Skilled with the longbow and the long-sword.)
“You are so shabby; you look like a scoundrel or wastrel, is that true?” Asked Robin. “No sir not true. My ancestors lived here many winters ago, but my friends robbed me of £400. The final blow came when my son got jailed for killing a squire and a knight of Lancaster in a tournament. I had to borrow £400 bail money. If I don’t pay it back, I will lose everything.” “How will you survive if you lose your land and home,” asked Robin? “I will go to where Christ hung and died on the mountain of Golgotha and join him there. Adieu, friends enjoy your day it can’t be worse than mine.”
Weeping, he got ready to leave, “Goodbye friends,” he said, “I cannot pay.” “Where are your friends,” asked Robin, “Lord only knows. When I had money, nothing kept them away, but now they avoid me like the plague.” Even Little John and Scathelock had tears in their eyes. “If you have a guarantor; I will lend you the money,” said Robin. “I only have Our Dear Lady,” said the knight, “she is always by my side.” “By God,” said Robin, “if I searched England through and through it would be impossible to find a better guarantor than the Mother of God. Now Little John, go to my treasury and get £400 to help this gentle knight.”
“Master,” said Little John, “his clothes are so worn they have holes in them, let’s give him a new livery to keep him warm. You have scarlet and green, master, plus many rich things.” “Give him three rods of every colour, and do not be mean,” said Robin. John had no measure other than his archer’s bow, so with every bow-length, he added half a length more. “Can’t you measure any better” asked Much. “You must be the only merchant who measures that way.” “Watch and learn,” said Little John, “from the best master merchant in the whole kingdom.” Then to Robin, he said, “You need to give the knight a horse to carry everything.” “Give him a grey courser,” said Robin, “and a new saddle, he rides for Our Lady.” “And a good saddle-horse,” said Much, “to keep him in his right.” “And a pair of boots,” said Scathelock, “right for a noble knight.” “John, what will you give?” “I will give golden spurs to see him on his way.” “When do you want your money back?” asked the knight. “This day in twelve months’ time, under the greenwood tree,” said Robin. “And as a knight should ride with a squire by their side, Little John will be your companion.”
The Impoverished Knight Regains His Lands.
Talking to his convent at St. Mary’s, the abbot said, “Twelve months ago a knight borrowed £400. He used his land and property as security. If he does not come today, disinherited he will be.” “Give him more time,” said the Prior, “Do you think you should take everything. It will be on your conscience if you do.” “Get out of my beard, by God and Saint Richard,” said the abbot. In came the High Cellarer. He was a stubborn man. “With luck, his property will belong to us by nightfall” the abbot gloated. He controlled the High Justice of England.
At the abbey gates, the knight changed into his old threadbare clothes. He went into the abbot’s hall and knelt as he greeted those present. Straightway the abbot asked, “have you the money?” “Not a penny,” said the knight, testing their attitude towards the poor.” “Then why come?” “I came to ask for an extension.” Said the knight. “Your time has gone,” said the abbot. “You have nothing.” The knight said, “Well, judge, be my friend and defend me.” “I answer to the abbot,” said the judge. “Well, good sir sheriff, you be my friend!” “No, no, not me,” the sheriff said. “Well, good Abbot, you be my friend, please hold my land until I meet your demands. I will be your true servant and serve you well.”
The abbot swore a full oath: “Through him crucified, get your land where you want because you will not get it from me! Get out that false knight.” The knight stood up and exclaimed, “You insult me by making me kneel and then you call me a false knight! In tournaments, I fought every challenger and won every time, and by God, you are in for a shock.” He took the £400 Robin loaned him from a bag in his pocket and handed it to the Prior. “Take the gold. I intended giving the abbot extra for his kindness, but now I realise he planned to rob me of everything I own.”
The abbot sat still, his mouth wide open, the pheasant’s leg in mid-air. He threw his head back and shouted at the Prior, “Give me my gold.” “Don’t let the Abbot get his hands on that money,” said the knight, “put it in the abbey’s treasury away from his thieving hands.” The knight slammed the door as he left the building feeling as though a weight had lifted from off his shoulders. Outside, he donned his best clothes that Robin and his men gave him and rode back to Uttersdale singing a merry tune. His good wife waiting for him at the gate said, “Welcome dear husband, are we now homeless?” “Good news, my dear, Robin’s loan beat the churchmen at their own game. Our property is secure, and they will not worry us any more.”
(Uttersdale/Verysdale. V was a late addition to the alphabet.)
Robin beats and binds the Sheriff of Nottingham
Robin beats and binds the Sheriff of Nottingham
On a bright day when young men liked to shoot; Little John took his bow and walked to the butts. Three times he shot, and three times he split the wand, the arrogant Sheriff could not believe his eyes, “My God,” he exclaimed, “apart from Robin Hood, you are the best archer I have ever seen. Tell me your name and your birthplace.” “My place of birth is Holderness, and men there call me Reynold Greenleaf.” “Come and work for me, Reynold Greenleaf, 20 marks a year I pay.” “Not without my lord, a courteous knight gives permission,” said little Little John.”
Robin allowed Little John to work for the sheriff provided he got a good strong horse, and it was only for 12 months. Little John did not like working for the sheriff his loyalty belonged to Robin, so he devised a plan. His chance came on a Wednesday morning when the sheriff went hunting and forgot to take Little John with him. At midday, Little John asked for dinner only to be told they ate when the sheriff got home. Little John felt rejected and told the cook, “If you do not bring my dinner this minute I will crack your skull”. Both the cook and butler ignored him. With that, Little John strode into the kitchen and pushing the cook aside marched into the pantry. The cook, a fat man, and a daredevil in his kitchen hit Little John in the face. “You do not tell me what to do in my master’s house, he shouted.” “Either you are a brave man or a fool to try it on with me,” said Little John. Grabbing swords, they fought until exhausted. Neither landed a blow. John, seeing the cook’s skill suggested the cook joined with Robin’s band of merry men. “Drop your sword,” said the cook, “and we will be friends.” With that, he fetched the calf of a doe, good bread, plenty of wine and together they toasted their loyalty to each other.
When it got dark, they broke into the treasurer’s house and took silver, bowls, spoons, money and anything else they could carry. Come daylight Little John took the sheriff’s cook to Robin and told him everything they had. Then, having an idea Little John ran into the forest until he found the sheriff hunting with hound and horn. “Reynold Greenleaf,” said the Sheriff, “Where have you been?” “Looking for deer the same as you. I saw a master hart the colour of green and seven score more in a herd, so I came to tell you.” “Take me to them,” said the Sheriff. “This way,” said Little John, “be quick.” The Sheriff rode, and Little John ran by his side. When he saw Robin, Little John pointed and said, “There stands the master hart.” The arrogant sheriff stood stock still, an anxious man: “You traitor Reynold Greenleaf! You betrayed me.” “Master,” said Little John to the sheriff, “You should treat your men better. Because I did not get my dinner, we have your silver and £303.” “Look on the bright side sheriff,” said Robin. “You could be dead.”
After their meal when the sun was setting, Robin told Little John to change into his green coat. Little John took off his trousers, shoes and tunic, and putting on his fur-lined coat he laid down and went to sleep, as did the others. The arrogant sheriff in his shirt and breeches got colder and colder through the night. “Make glad cheer,” said Robin, “In our order, we live this way when we sleep under the greenwood tree.” “Yours is a hard order,” said the Sheriff, “even hermits and friars don’t suffer this way. I will not stay here for all the gold in Merry England.” “Sheriff,” said Robin, “you will live in the forest with me and my men for the next 12 months and I will teach you about life in the greenwood.” “Robin, I pray you,” said the sheriff, “Let me go for Saint Charity, and I will be your best friend ever.” “You will swear me an oath,” said Robin. “On my bright sword, promise me you will never harm me, either on water or on land, and you will promise to help my men all the time.” The Sheriff swore his oath and started his journey home. Robin had beaten the sheriff of Nottingham.
Robin Hood restores the knight’s fortune at the expense of the Abbott.
The Sheriff hurried back to Nottingham leaving Robin and his men in peace. “Is it dinner time yet,” asked Little John: “No,” said Robin, “I think Our Lady is angry with me, my money from the knight hasn’t come.” “Do not fear, master!” Said Little John; “I know the knight will keep his word.” “While we wait,” said Robin, “take your best bow, and go with Much and Will to the Saylis and if someone comes who is poor, we will help them.”
Off the three went. Soon a Benedictine Monk appeared riding a good saddle-horse. “It looks as though he brings our money,” said Little John. “Prepare your bows; he has over 50 men and seven pack-horses.” “Brethren,” said, Little John. “We three men invite you to dinner, you will come with us.” “Make your men stand down, or they will die,” said the Monk. “Stay, churl Monk!” Said Little John, “no further will you go. If you do, then my precious God, you may die.” “Tell me your master’s name,” said the Monk. “Robin Hood,” Little John said. “That thief,” said the Monk, “In all of Barnsdale, I never hear good of him.” “You lie,” said Little John, “and for that, you are in trouble; a yeoman of the forest, bids you dine with him.” Being ready with an arrow, Much shot the monk in the breast. He fell to the ground, and his men fled. They took the monk to Robin’s lodge and made him wash. During dinner, Robin asked, “Where do you live,” “Saint Mary’s Abbey,” said the Monk, “I answer to no man here.” “What office do you hold?” Asked Robin; “Sir, the High Cellarer.” “You are welcome.” Said Robin, “ever may I prosper; fetch the best wine, this Monk will drink with me. To think, I feared our Lady; the Patron Saint of Saint Mary’s Abbey might fail me.”
“It looks as though this Monk of her Abbey, brings your pay,” said, John. “And she is the guarantor of the money I loaned the knight,” said Robin. “You High Cellarer serve Our Lady every day, and as her messenger, you bring my pay. Thank you for coming. How much do you bring?” Asked Robin. “Twenty marks,” the High Cellarer said, “enough for my daily expenses.” “If that is all, I won’t take a penny; and if you need more, I will lend it to you. Should you have more, you will have it no longer. You admit all you need is 20 marks. Little John, check his bags.” Little John spread his mantle on the ground and counted over £800 in the monk’s wallet. Little John said to Robin, “Our Lady has doubled your pay.” By precious God,” said Robin Hood, “Our Dear Lady is the best guarantor in the entire world.” The monks jumped on their horses and galloped away, shouting “it is cheaper at Blyth and Doncaster.” “Greet well your Abbot and your Prior I pray,” said Robin, “and bid the Abbot send a monk to dine with me every day.”
Sir Richard of the Lee arrived while it was still light. Dismounting, he knelt on one knee. “May God save you, Robin Hood, and your company? “Welcome be thou; noble knight, do you still own your land, the truth, tell me now.” “Yes, thanks to you, good sir. Don’t be angry with my lateness; I came by a tournament and helped a poor cheated yeoman.” “Sir Knight,” said Robin, “Any man that helps a yeoman is a friend of mine.” “I bring the £400 you loaned me,” said the knight, “and twenty marks for your kindness.” Robin refused the money saying, “nay, for Lady by her High Cellarer has sent me my pay.” After Robin finished telling his tale, the knight laughed and exclaimed, “By my pledge. Your money is ready here!” “Yes,” said Robin, “the monks paid your loan with interest. I have the £400 I loaned you plus £400 more. I am satisfied with what I have, and for that reason, I have written off your debt to me. The £400 you earned during the year covers the £400 your friends stole from you, and we each have £400 more than this time last year and your son is out of jail.”
Robin Hood is given protection by the impoverished knight
As the knight turned for home, Robin announced a tournament in Nottingham against the sheriff’s men. They each had six shots, and the winner got a silver arrow. Three times Robin sliced the wand as did Gilbert, with the white hand. Robin won the silver arrow, but during a fight, Little John got hit in the knee with an arrow. He could neither walk nor ride a horse. “Robin,” said Little John, “don’t let the sheriff get me, I would rather die than fall into his hands, get your brown sword and chop off my head.” “No way,” said Robin. “Not for all the gold in England.” With one heave, Robin lifted Little John onto his back. He carried his friend until they came to a fair castle. It had two ditches, and the woodland sheltered it from the wind. There lived the noble knight Sir Richard at the Lee. He ushered them in, shut the gates, raised the drawbridge, and took them into the main hall where they feasted like kings for 12 days, repaying Robin many times over for the meal he had promised Robin at the Saylis. Even better, he had beaten the Sheriff of Nottingham.
The Sheriff meets his end
“You are a traitor,” the Sheriff said to Sir Richard. “You protect the King’s enemies and break the law.” “Sir,” said Sir Richard, “I will support everything I did, go away, be on your way. Do not come back until you find the king’s will.” Straightway the sheriff went to London Town to see the King. There he told of how the knight protected Robin Hood. “My king,” said the sheriff, “the knight said he supported everything he did to protect the outlaws. He makes you my king powerless in your northern kingdom.”
“I will be going to Nottingham soon and will take care of Robin Hood and the knight when I get there,” said the king. “Go home sheriff and get the best archers in England.” By this time Little John could walk and run again on his injured knee. The sheriff plotted how to capture Sir Richard as instructed by the king. His chance came when Sir Richard went hunting by the river bank while Robin hunted deer in the Greenwood hunting deer. Mission accomplished the sheriff took Sir Richard to Nottingham tied hand and foot. When the knight’s wife heard her husband’s fate, she mounted her horse and rode into the greenwood. Finding Robin and his men under the greenwood tree, she said, “God bless you good Robin and your company. The sheriff has my wedded lord bound fast in Nottingham for his loyalty to you, for the sake of our Dear Lady, please I ask, bring him safe back home.”
Robin jumped up, “come on men, let’s go rescue our friend.” They soon found the sheriff in Nottingham town. “Stay you horrible man and tell of our king,” Robin said. He bent his bow right back, an arrow he drew at will and hit the Sheriff in the heart. On the ground, he lay still. “Lie there you obnoxious man, you evil lump of dirt. Nobody could trust you while alive, but now we all will thrive.” Robin’s men went for the Sheriff’s men with their bright, sharp swords while Robin cut Sir Richard free. He thrust a bow into his hands and said, “Leave your horse and learn to run. From now on, you will come to the Greenwood through mire, moss, and fen, till I have us the grace of Edward, our comely King.”
Robin and the king meet face to face
The King and his knights went to Nottingham and Lancashire to hunt; capture Robin Hood and seize his lands as he told the sheriff he would do. In Lancashire Robin herded and killed the deer at will, but search, as he might the king, could not find a single one. Furious with Robin Hood, he said, “I will give the knight’s lands to whoever brings me his head.” Up a fair old loyal knight spoke: “Ah! My liege lord the King, a word with you if I may, while ever Robin rides a horse and carries a bow, there will be trouble in the north if you give his lands to another.” After half a year or more, Robin still evaded the king. Then, spoke a proud forester standing near: “If you want to see good Robin Hood, take five of your best knights, go to the abbey in the valley below and put on monks habits. You Sire wear abbots clothing, and I will lead you to him.”
The king processed to Nottingham, his ‘monks’ wore grey, and the horses followed. Robin was there under a linden tree, surrounded by archers bold. Taking the king’s horse, Robin said, “Sir Abbot, please stay a while, we yeomen are poor, yet you hold churches, rents, and gold. Please help.” Then spoke our comely King straightway saying, “the king, and I spent much in Nottingham, and only forty pounds are left. If I had a hundred pounds, you could have half.” Robin took the forty pounds, saying while sharing it with his men, “you promised fifty, thank you, sir, forty will do until we meet again.” “Thank you!” Said our King.
Sometime after Robin, invited the ‘abbot’ to dine under the trysting tree. He took his great horn, and on it blew a great blast. Seventy strong young men came and knelt in front of him all in a row. The king was impressed, Robin’s men were more obedient than his own. Robin and Little John served the King with fattened venison, good white bread, red wine, and fine brown ale. “Make good cheer,” said Robin, “Abbot, for charity, I make the same plea, Thank you, Sir, blessed art thou be.”
The meal finished, Robin entertained the abbot with an archery contest. Our King fearing he might lose, said to move the marks closer. Bending their bows, Robin shot twice and both times he split the wand as did good Gilbert with the white hand. Little John and good Scathelock failed and each time Robin hit them sore. Robin’s last shot missed the target by at least three finger’s width. Up spoke good Gilbert, saying: “Master, your shot failed. Stand forth and take your punishment like a man.” “Yes,” said Robin. “Here Sir Abbot I give you my silver arrow, and because I lost to you, I pray, sir you serve me with a blow.”
“Hit me hard,” said Robin, “I give you leave.” The King rolled his sleeve up and the strength of his blow sent Robin flying to the ground. “You are a stalwart friar,” said Robin, “your arm is strong enough to kill. I know thou canst well shoot”… Robin’s voice faded as he realised the identity of the abbot and knelt before the King. Our King and Robin met this way. After confirming his identity, Robin, and Sir Richard at the Lea looked into the King’s face. They and all the wild outlaws knelt. Robin said, “My Lord the King of England, I love you true! Of thy goodness and thy grace under your trysting-tree, I beg for my men and me! Yes, for God,” said Robin Hood. “Please, God, he saves me! Mercy, I plead my lord the King, and for my men, I crave.” “Mercy then, Robin,” said our King, “Yes, for God,” said our King, “Now you leave the Greenwood and your company and come to my court and there you shall dwell with me.” “I made my support to God,” said Robin, “And so shall it be. I will be there in your court, your service to do and will bring my men seven score and three. If I dislike your service, I will return and shoot the dunnè deer (brown deer), as I always do.”
Robin lived with the king but returned to Barnsdale
“Do you have any green cloth to sell me?” Asked our King. “Yes,” said Robin, “Thirty poles and three.” “Robin,” said our King, “Sell me your green cloth, so I can dress my archers good and true.” “Yes, Sir,” said Robin, “and you will clothe me in green before Christmas too.”
The king threw off his cloak and put on Lincoln Green like his knights. “To Nottingham, we go;” said our King. They bent their bows, and shooting together, off they went. Our King and Robin rode side by side playing pluck buffet on the way. After suffering many buffets the king said, “God help me. You are too good Robin my man, I will never win, even if we played all year.”
The people of Nottingham stood and stared, mantles of green covered the field. “Our king must have died,” they said, “and Robin Hood has come to town. He leaves no one alive.” Panicking, they fled. Yeoman and old women hobbled on sticks as quick as they could go. The King, roaring with laughter and told them to go back. They rejoiced to know their king still lived and celebrated with food, wine and boisterous singing.
Then, the King spoke to Sir Richard at the Lee and returned his land, bidding him loyal be. Robin knelt on one knee and thanked our comely king. Robin lived in the king’s court for 15 months. His money, property, and men had gone except for Little John and William Scathelock as he sought favour in the king’s court. Robin watched the young men shooting way off the target and thought; “I was the best archer in the whole of Merry England, but now my strength has gone. If I stay any longer with the king, I will die of heartache.”
His mind made up, our Robin talked with the king: “Sire, grant me, I pray! I made a beautiful chapel in Barnsdale to Mary Magdalene and need to go there barefoot, wearing a hair shirt as a penance for my sins.” “Then, I will allow it,” said the king. “Seven nights I give you, no longer to leave me on my own.” “Thank you, Sire,” said Robin on his bent knee.
He said goodbye and headed to the Greenwood. Birdsong filled the air as Robin arrived back home on a bright sunny morning. He felt young again, “I missed this place. I love to shoot.” He shot a full noble heart and blew his horn. Knowing their master had returned, all seven score men came ready standing in a row. “Welcome,” they said, bending the knee, their hoods removed, “our dear master, under the greenwood tree.” Robin lived in the Greenwood 20 years and two. Till his wicked kinswoman, the prioress of Kirklees betrayed him, for the love of her special lover. Much evil did she and the knight Sir Rogers of Doncaster plot in secret together how best to kill him. By their foul play, they betrayed the noble Robin Hood. Christ, have mercy on his soul.
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