Part 30 (1/2)
”It is a home worthy to be your sister's, let alone yours, Master Gilbert Now be done with your gru, for here you shall stay until your father's return”
At this sheAs they drew near to the courtyard, Robin bade her follow him cautiously until they had made a full circle of it, and crept round to the front of the hall
By good fortune the bridge was down Old Gaht pretend now that they had crossed to the hall from the road Robin wound his horn suddenly and confidently
The dogs within Garowl, and presently they heard sounds of approach In a moment more the doors were opened and they saw a servant armed with a lanthorn and a stick
”I would have audience with Master Montfichet,” said Robin, in a bold voice ”Pray take ham?” asked the man, civilly
”I left there this day,” replied Robin
”Follow me,” said the servant, briefly He waited until they were safely inside; then closed the doors carefully He led them across the court to the inner doors
Here another felloas in waiting, also carrying a light ”These are travellers fro audience of Master Gamewell,”
observed the first servant
”Your naentles?” asked the second
”I am Robin o' th' Hood, and this is Master Gilbert of Blois,” said Robin, at once
They were escorted into the great hall, and there, sat beside the open hearth, was old Squire George He o out to hilance as to the identity of one of the late-coe nature, and he could not forgive Robin his innocent deceit
”Sir,” said Robin, respectfully, ”I do feel sha for your word of welcome My errand must be my excuse”
”'Tis Robin Fitzooth!” said old Montfichet, then ”I was told that you had been killed long since”
”Robin Fitzooth is truly dead, sir Behold in his place Robin o' th'
Hood I come to ask a service at your hands for the iven to hiham”
”Ask it, friend”
The Squire's tones were kinder Looking at hins of that fastidious attention to his apparel which had characterized Montfichet of Ga her father on a journey to London, hath had great trouble put upon her by the Sheriff Monceux would persecute her, in short; and she has flown from the city Noould ask an asyluiven full freedo ”I shall rejoice to see her here, in sooth, forher to me, Master Robin o'
th' Hood, and pray what e a name?”
He spoke quite in his old lanced toward Master Gilbert of Blois ”Is this your little esquire, young Stuteley?” asked he, lifting his brows ”Truly he has grown out of all memory”
Robin felt hilanced from one to the other Marian, at last, took pity on his distress ”Good my lord,”