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The Sheriff was too much afraid of him to go into the forest to try to take him. He knew his men were no match for Robin's. Robin's men served him and fought for him because they loved him. The Sheriff's men only served him because they feared him. One day Robin was walking through the forest when he met a butcher. This butcher was riding gaily along to the market at Nottingham. He was dressed in a blue linen coat, with leather belt. On either side of his strong gray pony hung a basket full of meat. In these days as there were no trains, everything had to be sent by road. The roads were so bad that even carts could not go along them very much, for the wheels stuck in the mud. Everything was carried on horseback, in sacks or baskets called panniers. The butcher rode gaily along, whistling as he went. Suddenly Robin stepped from under the trees and stopped him. "What have you there, my man?" he asked. "Butcher's meat," replied the man. "Fine prime beef and mutton for Nottingham market. Do you want to buy some?" "Yes, I do," said Robin. "I'll buy it all and your pony too. How much do you want for it? I should like to go to Nottingham and see what kind of a butcher I will make:" So the butcher sold his pony and all his meat to Robin. Then Robin changed clothes with him. He put on the butcher's blue clothes and leather belt, and the butcher went off in Robin's suit of Lincoln green, feeling very grand indeed. Then Robin mounted his pony and off he went to Nottingham to sell his meat at the market. When he arrived he found the whole town in a bustle. In those days there were very few shops, so every one used to go to market to buy and sell. The country people brought butter and eggs and honey to sell. With the money they got they bought platters and mugs, pots and pans, or whatever they wanted, and took it back to the country with them. All sorts of people came to buy: fine ladies and poor women, rich knights and gentlemen, and humble workers, every one [pg 340] pushing and crowding together. Robin found it quite difficult to drive his pony through the crowd to the corner of the market-place where the butchers had their stalls. He got there at last, however, laid out his meat, and began to cry with the best of them. "Prime meat, ladies. Come and buy. Cheapest meat in all the market, ladies. Come buy, come buy. Twopence a pound, ladies. Twopence a pound. Come buy. Come buy." "What!" said every one, "beef at twopence a pound! I never heard of such a thing. Why it is generally tenpence." You see Robin knew nothing at all about selling meat, as he never bought any. He and his men used to live on what they shot in the forest. When it became known that there was a new butcher, who was selling his meat for twopence a pound, every one came crowding round his stall eager to buy. All the other butchers stood idle until Robin had no more beef and mutton left to sell. As these butchers had nothing to do, they began to talk among themselves and say, "Who is this man? He has never been here before." "Do you think he has stolen the meat?" "Perhaps his father has just died and left him a business." "Well, his money won't last long at this rate." "The sooner he loses it all, the better for us. We will never be able to sell anything as long as he comes here giving away beef at twopence a pound." "It is perfectly ridiculous," said one old man, who seemed to be the chief butcher. "These fifty years have I come and gone to Nottingham market, and I have never seen the like of it—never. He is ruining the trade, that's what he is doing." They stood at their stalls sulky and cross, while all their customers crowded round Robin. Shouts of laughter came from his corner, for he was not only selling beef and mutton, but making jokes about it all the time. "I tell you what," said the old butcher, "it is no use standing here doing nothing. We had better go and talk to him, and [pg 341] find out, if we can, who he is. We must ask him to come and have dinner with us and the Sheriff in the town hall to-day." For on market days the butchers used to have dinner all together in the town hall, after market was over, and the sheriff used to come and have dinner with them. "So, the butchers stepped up to jolly Robin, Acquainted with him for to be; Come, butcher, one said, we be all of one trade, Come, will you go dine with me?" "Thank you," said Robin, "I should like nothing better. I have had a busy morning and am very hungry and thirsty." "Come along, then," said the butchers. The old man led the way with Robin, and the others followed two by two. As they walked along, the old butcher began asking Robin questions, to try and find out something about him. "You have not been here before?" he said. "Have I not?" replied Robin. "I have not seen you, at least." "Have you not?" "You are new to the business?" "Am I?" "Well, you seem to be," said the old butcher, getting rather cross. "Do I?" replied Robin, laughing. At last they came to the town hall, and though they had talked all the time the old butcher had got nothing out of Robin, and was not a bit the wiser. The Sheriff's house was close to the town hall, so as dinner was not quite ready all the butchers went to say "How do you do?" to the Sheriff's wife. She received them very kindly, and was quite interested in Robin when she heard that he was the new butcher who had been selling such wonderfully cheap meat. Robin had such pleasant manners too, that she thought he was a very nice man indeed. She was quite sorry when the Sheriff came and took him away, saying dinner was ready. [pg 342]"I hope to see you again, kind sir," she said when saying good-by. "Come to see me next time you have meat to sell." "Thank you, lady, I will not forget your kindness," replied Robin, bowing low. At dinner the Sheriff sat at one end of the table and the old butcher at the other. Robin, as the greatest stranger, had the place of honor on the Sheriff's right hand. At first the dinner was very dull. All the butchers were sulky and cross, only Robin was merry. He could not help laughing to himself at the idea of dining with his great enemy the Sheriff of Nottingham. And not only dining with him, but sitting on his right hand, and being treated as an honored guest. If the Sheriff had only known, poor Robin would very soon have been locked up in a dark dungeon, eating dry bread instead of apple-pie and custard and all the fine things they were having for dinner. However, Robin was so merry, that very soon the butchers forgot to be cross and sulky. Before the end of dinner all were laughing till their sides ached. Only the Sheriff was grave and thinking hard. He was a greedy old man, and he was saying to himself, "This silly young fellow evidently does not know the value of things. If he has any cattle I might buy them from him for very little. I could sell them again to the butchers for a good price. In that way I should make a lot of money." After dinner he took Robin by the arm and led him aside. "See here, young man," he said, "I like your looks. But you seem new to this business. Now, don't you trust these men," pointing to the butchers. "They are all as ready as can be to cheat you. You take my advice. If you have any cattle to sell, come to me. I'll give you a good price."
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