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[Mero <yar...@69...>]

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. "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