"How now, Tanner Will," questioned Jocelyn, "hast brought us to the
outlaw's refuge?"
"Not so, good friend-Fool, not outlaws, foresters we of Duke Pertinax,
and yonder, look 'ee, cometh Rob--Sir Robert to greet ye!" And the Tanner
pointed where one came running, a man long of leg, long of arm and very
bright of eye, a goodly man clad in hood and jerkin of neat's leather as
aforetime, only now his bugle swung from baldrick of gold and silver and in
his hood was brooched a long scarlet feather.
"What brother!" cried he joyously. "By saint Nicholas,'tis sweet to see
thee again, thou lovely Fool!" And he clasped Jocelyn in brotherly embrace,
which done, he stood off and shook doleful head. "Alas, brother!" quoth he.
"Alas! my prisoner art thou this day, wherefor I grieve, and wherefor I
know not save that it is by my lady Benedicta's strict command and her I
must obey." And now, turning to Yolande, he bared his head, louting full
low. "Lady," quoth he, "by thy rare and so great beauty I do know thee for
Yolande the Fair, so do we of the wild give thee humble greeting.
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