"How like you my horned beasts, good master sheriff? They are fat and fair to see, are they not?"
"I tell you, good fellow, I would I were gone, for I like not your company," said the sheriff, now very ill at ease.
Robin set his horn to his mouth, and blew three blasts, and immediately Little John and all his company came flocking up.
"What is your will, master?" asked Little John.
"I have brought hither the Sheriff of Nottingham to dine with thee to-day."
"He is welcome," said Little John; "I hope he will pay honestly. I know he has gold enough, if it is properly reckoned, to serve us with wine for a whole day."
Robin took off his mantle and laid it on the ground and from the sheriff's portmanteau he counted out three hundred pounds in gold. Then he led him through the forest, set him on his dapple-grey palfrey, and sent him back to his own home.
THE JOLLY TANNER
Retold by Mary Macleod
About this time there was living in Nottingham a jolly tanner whose name was Arthur-a-Bland. Never a squire in Nottingham could beat Arthur, or bid him stand if he chose to go on. With a long pike-staff on his shoulder he could clear his way so well he made every one fly before him.