“Yes,” said he sadly, “since she told me to go; but I love her.”
“Thy name is Martin?”
“Yes; they call me so now.”
“What is thy other name?”
“I know not. I have no other.”
“Wouldst thou fear to return to the green wood?”
“Yes, for they might call me a traitor, and serve me as they served Jack, the shoe smith, when he betrayed their plans.”
“And how was that?”
“Tied him to a tree and shot him to death with arrows. How he did scream!”
“What! didst thou see such a sight, a young boy like thee?”