How Robin Hood Became an Outlaw

Step into the past with the legendary origins of Robin Hood, a figure synonymous with justice and folklore heroism.  Drift off to the tales that stitch together the fabric of a legend, tales that have withstood the test of time and continue to ignite the imagination.

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No archer ever lived that could speed a grey goose shaft with such skill and cunning as his. Nor were there ever such yamen as the seven score merry men that roamed with him through the greenwood shades Right merrily. They dwelled within the depths of Sherwood Forest, suffering neither care nor want but passing the time in merry games of archery or bouts of cudgel play, living upon the king's venison washed down with draughts of ale of October brewing. Not only Robin himself but all the band were outlaws and dwelled, apart from the other men. Yet they were beloved by the country people round about, for no one ever came to Jolly Robin for help in time of need and went away again with an empty fist. And now I will tell you how it came about that Robin Hood fell afoul of the law. When Robin was a youth of eighteen, stout of sinew and bold of heart, the Sheriff of Nottingham proclaimed a shooting match and offered a prize of a bud of ale to whosoever should shoot the best shaft in Nottinghamshire. Now, quoth Robin, will I go too for fain? Would I draw a string for the bright eyes of my lass and a bud of good October brewing. So up he got and took his good stout yewbow and a score or more of broad clothyard arrows and started off from Loxley Town through Sherwood Forest to Nottingham.

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It was at the dawn of day, in the merry Maytime, when hedgerows are green and flowers bedeck the meadows daisies, pied and yellow cuckoo birds and fair primroses all along the briary hedges, when apple buds blossom and sweet birds sing the lark. At dawn of day, the throstlecock and cuckoo, when lads and lasses look upon each other with sweet thoughts, when busy housewives spread their linen to bleach upon the bright green grass, sweet was the green wood as he walked along its paths, and bright the green and rusting leaves, amid which little birds sang with might and mane. And blithely, Robin whistled as he trudged along, thinking of Maid Marian and her bright eyes. For at such times a youth's thoughts are wont to turn pleasantly upon the lass that he loves the best. Our want to turn pleasantly upon the lass that he loves the best.

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As thus he walked along, with a brisk step and a merry whistle, he came suddenly upon some foresters seated beneath a great oak tree Fifteen there were in all, making themselves merry, feasting and drinking as they sat around a huge pasty, to which each man helped himself, thrusting his hands into the pie and washing down that which they ate with great horns of ale, which they drew, all foaming, from a barrel that stood nigh. Each man was clad in Lincoln green, and a fine show they made, seated upon the sword beneath that fair spreading tree. Then one of them, with his mouth full, called out to Robin Hello, where goest thou little lad with thy one penny bow and thy farthing shafts? Then Robin grew angry, for no stripling likes to be taunted with his green ears. Now quoth he my bow and neck mine. Arrows are as good as shine, and moreover, I go to the shooting match at Nottingham Town, which same has been proclaimed by our good sheriff of Nottinghamshire. There I will shoot with other stout yeomen, for a prize has been offered of a fine butt of ale.

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Then one who held a horn of ale in his hands said Ho, listen to the lad. Why, boy, thy mother's milk is yet scarce, dry upon thy lips, and yet thou protest of standing up with good stout men at nodding him. Butts, thou who art scarce able to draw one string of a two-stone bow, I'll hold the best of you. Twenty marks, quoth bold Robin, that I hit the clout at threescore rods by the good help of Our Lady Fair. At this all laughed aloud and one said Well boasted, thou fair infant. Well boasted, and well thou knowest that no target is nigh to make good thy wager, that no target is nigh to make good thy wager. And another cried he will be taking ale with his milk next.

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At this Robin grew right. Mad Hark ye, said he. Yonder, at the glade's end I see a herd of deer, even more than three score rods distant. I'll hold you twenty marks at. By leave of our lady, I cause the best heart among them to die. Now done, cried he who had spoken first. And here are twenty marks. I wager that thou causest no beast to die, with or without the aid of our lady.

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Then Robin took his good Yubo in his hand and, placing the tip at his instep, he strung it right deftly. Then he knocked a broad cloth yard arrow. Placing the tip at his instep, he strung it right deftly. Then he knocked a broad clothyard arrow and, raising the bow, drew the grey goose feather to his ear. The next moment the bowstring rang and the arrow sped down the glade as the sparrow-hawk skims in a northern wind, high leaped the noblest heart of all the herd, only to fall dead reddening the green path with his heart's blood. Ha, cried Robin, how likest thou that shot. Good fellow, I wot, the wager were mine, and it were three hundred pounds.

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Then all the foresters were filled with rage, and he who had spoken the first and had lost the wager was more angry than all. Nay, cried he, the wager is none of thine, and get thee gone straight away, or by all the saints of heaven, I'll base thy size until thou wert never be able to walk again. Knowest thou not, said another, that thou has killed the king's deer, and by the laws of our gracious lord and sovereign King Harry, thine ears should be shaven close to thy head. Catch him, cried a third. Nay said a fourth, let him even go because of his tender years. Never a word, said Robin Hood, but he looked at the foresters with a grim face, then, turning on his heel, strode away from them down the forest glade. But his heart was bitterly angry, for his blood was hot and youthful and prone to boil, and youthful and prone to boil. Now, well, would it have been for him who had first spoken, had he left Robin Hood alone. But his anger was hot, both because the youth had gotten the better of him and because of the deep draughts of ale that he had been quaffing. So of a sudden, without any warning, he sprang to his feet and seized upon his bow and fitted it to a shaft. Aye, cried he, and I'll hurry thee anon. And he sent the arrow whistling after Robin.

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It was well for Robin Hood that the same forester's head was spinning with ale, or else he would never have taken another step. As it was, the arrow whistled within three inches of his head. Then he turned around and quickly drew his own bow and sent an arrow back in return. He said I was no archer, cried he aloud. But say so now again. The shaft flew straight. But say so now. Again the shaft flew straight. The archer fell forward with a cry and lay on his face upon the ground, his arrows rattling about him from out of his quiver, the grey goose shaft wet with his heart's blood.

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Then, before the others could gather their wits about them, robin Hood was gone into the depths of the Greenwood. Some started after him, but not with much heart, for each feared to suffer the death of his fellow. So presently they all came and lifted the dead man up and bore him away to Nottingham town. Meanwhile, robin Hood ran through the green wood. Gone was all the joy and brightness from everything, for his heart was sick within him, and it was borne in upon his soul that he had slain a man. Alas, cried he, thou hast found me an archer that will make thy wife to ring. I would that thou hadst never said one word to me, or that I had never passed thy way, or even that my right forefinger had been stricken off. Ere that this had happened. In haste I smote, but grave I saw it leisure. And then, even in his trouble, he remembered the old saw that what is done is done and the egg cracked cannot be cured. And so he came to dwell in the green wood that was to be his home for many a year to come. Never again to see the happy days with the lads and lasses of sweet Loxley town. For he was outlawed not only because he had killed a man, but also because he had poached upon the king's deer, and two hundred pounds were set upon his head as a reward for whoever would bring him to the court of the king. Now the sheriff of Nottingham swore that he himself would bring this knave, robin Hood, to justice, and for two reasons First, because he wanted the 200 pounds and next because the forester that Robin Hood had killed was of kin to him.

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But Robin Hood lay hidden in Sherwood Forest for one year, and in that time there gathered around him many others like himself, cast out from other folk, for this cause and for that. Some had shot deer in hungry wintertime when they could get no other food and had been seen in the act by the foresters but had escaped, thus saving their ears. Some had been turned out of their inheritance that their farms might be added to the king's land and showered forest. Some had been despoiled by a great baron or a rich abbot or a powerful esquire. All, for one cause or another, had come to Sherwood to escape wrong and oppression. So in all that year five score more good stout yeomen gathered about Robin Hood and chose him to be their leader and chief. Then they vowed that even as they themselves had been despoiled, they would despoil their oppressors, oppressors whether baron, abbot, knight or squire, and that from each they would take that which had been wrung from the poor by unjust taxes or land rents or in wrongful fines. But to the poor folk they would give a helping hand in need and trouble and would return to them that which had been unjustly taken from them. Besides this, they swore to never harm a child nor to wrong a woman, be she maid, wife or widow. So that after a while, when the people began to find that no harm was meant to them, but that money or food came in time of want to many a poor family, they came to praise Robin and his merry men and to tell many tales of him and his doings in Sherwood Forest, for they felt him to be one of themselves.

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Up rose Robin Hood, one merry morn, when all the birds were singing blithely among the leaves, and up rose all his merry men, each fellow washing his head and hands in the cold brown brook that leaped laughing from stone to stone. Then said Robin For fourteen days we have seen no sport. So now I will go abroad to seek adventures forthwith. So now I will go abroad to seek adventures forthwith. But tarry ye, my merry men, all here in the greenwood, only see that ye. Mind well, my call. Three blasts upon the bugle horn I will blow in my hour of need. Then come quickly, for I shall want your aid.

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So saying, he strode away through the leafy forest glades until he had come to the verge of Sherwood. There he wandered for a long time through highway and byway, through dingley, dell and forest skirts. Now he met a fair buxom lass in a shady lane, and each gave the other a merry word and pass their way. Now he saw a fair lady upon an ambling pad, to whom he doffed his cap and who bowed sedately in return to the fair youth. Now he saw a fat monk on a pannier-laden mule, now a gallant knight with spear and shield and armor that flashed brightly in the sunlight. Now a page clad in crimson, and now a stout burgher from good Nottingham town pacing along with serious footsteps. All these sights he saw, but adventure found he none. All these sights he saw, but adventure found he none.

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At last, he took a road by the four skirts, a by-path that dipped toward a broad, pebbly stream spanned by a narrow bridge made of logwood. As he drew nigh this bridge, he saw a tall stranger coming from the other side. Thereupon Robin quickened his pace, as did the stranger likewise, each thinking to cross first. Now stand thou back, quoth Robin, and let the better man cross first Nay, answered the stranger. Then stand back, shy in thine own self, for the better man I wet I am that we will presently see, quoth Robin. And meanwhile, stand thou where thou art, or else, by the bright brow of Saint Alfreda, I will show thee right. Good, nottingham. Play with a cloth-yard shaft betwixt thy ribs.

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Now, quoth the stranger, I will tan thy hide till it be as many colours as a beggar's cloak. If thou darest so much as touch a string of that same bow that thou holdest in thy hands. Thou protest, said Robin, for I could send the shaft clean through thy proud heart before a curtailed friar could say grace of a roast goose. And thou protest like a coward, answered the stranger, for thou standest there with a good yew-bow to shoot at my heart, while I have not in my hand but a plain blackthorn staff wherewith to meet thee. Now, quoth Robin, by the fair of my heart, never have I had a coward's name in all my life before. I will lay by my trusty bow and eke my arrows, and if thou darest abide my coming, I will go and cut a cudgel to test thy manhood withal I marry, that will. I abide thy coming, and joyously too, quoth the stranger, whereupon he leaned sturdily upon his staff to await Robin.

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Then Robin Hood stepped quickly to the cover side and cut a good staff of ground oak and cut a good staff of ground oak straight without new, and six feet in length, and came back trimming away the tender stems from it. While the stranger waited for him, leaning upon his staff and whistling as he gazed round about, robin observed him furtively as he trimmed his staff, measuring him from top to toe, from out the corner of his eye, and thought that he had never seen a stouter man. Tall was Robin, but taller was the stranger by head and neck, for he was seven feet in height. Broad was Robin across the shoulders, but broader was the stranger by twice the breadth of a palm, while he measured at least an ell around the waist. Nevertheless, said Robin to himself I will base thy hide right merrily, my good fellow. Then aloud, lo, here is my good staff, lusty and tough. Now wait on my coming and thou darest and meet me and thou fearest not. Then we will fight until one or the other of us tumble into the stream by dint of blows. Mary, let me teth my whole heart, cried the stranger, twirling his staff above his head, betwixt his fingers and thumb until it whistled again.

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Never did the knights of Arthur's round table meet in a stouter fight than did these two In a moment. Robin stepped quickly upon the bridge where the stranger stood. First he made a feint and then delivered a blow at the stranger's head that, had it met its mark, would have tumbled him speedily into the water. But the stranger turned the blow right deftly and in return gave one a stout, which Robin also turned, as the stranger is done, as a stranger has done. So they stood each in his place, neither moving a finger's breath back, for one good hour, and many blows were given and received by each in that time till here, and there were sore bones and bumps, yet neither thought of crying enough nor seemed likely to fall from the bridge. Now and then they stopped to rest and each thought that he had never seen in all his life before such a hand at quarterstaff.

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At last, robin gave the stranger a blow upon the ribs that made his jacket smoke like a damp straw thatch in the sun, so shrewd was the stroke that the stranger came within a hair's breadth of falling off the bridge. But he regained himself right quickly and by a dexterous blow gave Robin a crack on the crown that caused the blood to flow. Robin, a crack on the crown that caused the blood to flow. Then Robin grew mad with anger and smote with all his might at the other. But the stranger warded the blow and once again thwacked Robin, and this time so fairly that he fell heels overhead into the water as the queenpin falls in a game of bowls.

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And where art thou now, my good lad, shouted the stranger, roaring with laughter. Oh, in the flood and floating adown with the tide, cried Robin. Nor could he forbear laughing himself at his sorry plight. Then, gaining his feet, he waded to the bank, a little fish, speeding hither and thither while frightened at his splashing. Give me thy hand, cried he when he had reached the bank. I must needs own. Thou art a brave and a sturdy soul and withal a good stout stroke with the cudgels. By this and by that, my head hummeth like a hive of bees on a hot June day. Then he clapped his horn to his lips and winded a blast that went echoing sweetly down the forest paths. I marry Quothy again. Thou art a tall lad and I a brave one. For never I bow is there a man betwixt here and Canterbury town could do the like to me that thou hast done, and thou quoth the stranger laughing takest thy cuddling like a brave heart and a stout yamen.

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But now the distant twigs and branches wrestled with the coming of men, and suddenly a score or two of good stout yeomen, all clad in Lincoln green, burst from out the covert with Mary Will Stootley at their head. Good master, cried Will. How is this truly? Thou art all wet from head to foot, and that to the very skin. Why, mary, answered jolly robin, yon stout fellow hath tumbled me neck and crop into the water and hath given me a drubbing beside. Then shall he not go without a ducking and eke a drubbing himself, cried Will stutely. Have at him lads, then Will and a score of yamen leaped upon the stranger. But though they sprang quickly, they found him ready and felt him strike right and left with a stout staff, so that though he went down with the press of numbers, some of them rubbed, cracked crowns before he was overcome. Nay forbear, cried Robin, laughing until his sore sighs ached again.

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He is a right, good man and true, and no harm shall befall him Now. Hark, ye good youth, wilt thou stay with me and be one of my band. Three suits of Lincoln green shalt thou have, each year beside forty marks and fee and share with us whatsoever good shall befall us. Thou shalt eat sweet venison and quaff, the stoutest ale, and mine own good right hand man shalt thou be, for never did I see such a cudgel player in all my life before Speak. Wilt thou be one of my good merry men. That know I not quoth the stranger thoroughly, for he was angry at being so tumbled about.

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If ye handle yew-bow and apple-shaft no better than ye do an oaken cudgel. If ye handle yew-bow and apple-shaft no better than yew-doon, oak and cudgel I wot. Ye are not fit to be called yew-men in my country. But if there be any man here that can shoot a better shaft than I, then I will bethink me of joining with you. Now, by my faith, said Robin, thou art a right, saucy varlet, sirrah. Yet I will stoop to thee as I never stooped to men before. Good, stootly cut thou a fair white piece of bark four fingers in breadth and set it four score yards distant on yonder oak. Now, stranger, hit that fairly with a grey goose shaft and call thyself an archer. I marry that I will, answered he Give me a good stout bow and a fair broad arrow, and if I hit it, not strip me and beat me blue with bow strings.

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Then he chose the stoutest bow among them all, next to Robin's own, and a straight grey goose shaft, well feathered and smooth, and stepping to the mark, while all the band sitting or lying upon the greensward watched to see him shoot, he drew the arrow to his cheek and loosed the shaft right deftly, sending it so straight down the path that it clove the mark in the very center. That it clove the mark in the very center. Aha, cried he. Mend thou that, if thou canst, while even the Yao men clap their hands as so fair a shot, that is a keen shot indeed, quoth Robin, mend it, I cannot, but mar it, I may, perhaps. Then, taking up his own good stout bow and knocking an arrow with care, he shot with his very greatest skill, straight, flew the arrow, and so true that it lit fairly upon the stranger's shaft and split it into splinters. Then all the Yao men leaped to their feet and shouted for joy that their master had shot so well.

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Now, by the lusty yubo of good saint withhold, cried the stranger. That is a shot indeed, and never saw I the like in all my life before Now. Truly, I will be thy man henceforth, and for I good Edimbel was a fair shot, but never shot he. So Then, have I gained a right good man this day. Quoth Jolly Robin, what name goest thou by? Good fellow Men, call me John Little, once I came, answered the stranger.

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Then Will Stootley, who loved a good jest, spoke up. Nay fair little stranger, said he, I like not thy name, and fain would I have it otherwise. Little art thou, indeed, as small of bone as sinew. Therefore shalt thou be christened Little John, and I will be thy godfather. Then Robin Hood and all his band laughed aloud until the stranger began to grow angry. And thou make a jest of me, quoth he to Will Stootley. Thou wilt have sore bones and little pay, and that in short season. Nay good friend, said Robin Hood, bottle thine anger, for the name fitteth thee well, little John shall thou be called henceforth, and little John shall it be. So come, my merry men, we will prepare a christening feast for this fair infant.

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So, turning their backs upon the stream, they plunged into the forest once more, through which they traced their steps till they reached the spot where they dwelled in the depths of the woodland.

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There had they built huts of bark and branches of trees and made couches of sweet rushes spread over with skins of fallow deer. Here stood a great oak tree with branches spreading broadly around beneath, which was a seat of green moss, where Robin Hood was wont to sit at a feast and at merrymaking with his stout men about him. Here they found the rest of the band, some of whom had come in with a brace of fat does. Then they all built great fires and after a time roasted the does and broached a barrel of humming ale. Then, when the feast was ready, they all sat down, but Robin placed little John at his right hand, for he was henceforth to be the second in the band, to be the second in the band. Then Robin clothed him all anew, from top to toe in Lincoln Green and gave him a good stout bow and so made him a member of the merry band. And thus it was that Robin Hood became outlawed. Thus a band of merry companions gathered about him, and thus he gained his right-hand man no-transcript.