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The Story |
I'm not sure when the deputy
stopped his pursuit, but I kept running and running until I was
too tired to go any farther. As I stopped to catch my breath,
I noticed two men sitting at a campfire. One of them, a kindly-looking
man with a twinkle in his eye, was dressed in the robes of a friar.
The other wore the vestments of a hunter, and bore a quiver and
a stout wooden bow. He was also one of the tallest men I have
ever seen.
The pair generously allowed me to share their supper, and we fell to talking. It turned out that these two -- who I came to know as Friar Tuck and Little John -- were outlaws, hunted by the Sheriff for "offenses" against the Crown. We were all dismayed by his oppression of the peasants, and worried that his greed would end up ruining the entire town. Finally, the three of us took a vow that we would do whatever we could to stop the Sheriff's schemes.
But Tuck pointed out that before we could do
anything, we needed a leader. Little
John was planning to compete in the upcoming tournament, and we
decided to look for a leader there.