Chapter 46

And now Robin, having reached the bank, began, without more ado, to roll up his sleeves above his wrists. The Friar, also, tucked his robes more about him, showing a great, stout arm on which the muscles stood out like humps of an aged tree. Then Robin saw, what he had not wotted of before, that the Friar had also a coat of chain mail beneath his gown. "Look to thyself," cried Robin, drawing his good sword. "Ay, marry," quoth the Friar, who held his already in his hand. So, without more ado, they came together, a…