Robin Hood and the Potter
A proud potter was spotted by Robin Hood and his merry men as he drove his cart along a forest track. 'He has been using this track for three years and has never had the courtesy to pay us a single penny,' Robin said.
Little John already knew the potter: 'I met him once, bad luck to him. He gave me three blows and my ribs still ache. I wager forty shillings, Robin, that you cannot force him to pay a toll.'
Robin readily agreed and while his men stood hidden under a tree he leaped in front of the potter's cart, catching hold of the horse to halt him. 'Pay me a toll for your passage through the forest,' Robin ordered.
'Pay a toll to use this road? Why should I? Who are you? Take your hands from my horse!' the potter demanded.
'Now watch this,' whispered Little John to the rest of the men who all stood under the tree grinning, 'this potter won't budge an inch.'
'My name is Robin Hood and you are going to pay,' Robin answered, drawing his sword.
'You'll be sorry,' said the potter who did no more than fetch a thick quarterstaff out of his cart and set about the outlaw. The potter's quarterstaff came thick and fast at Robin from all directions: a back-handed stroke knocked the sword from Robin's hand and another solid blow to his neck laid him low.
Robin's men rushed to his rescue - Little John in front to claim his wager. 'Have I won? Do I take your forty shillings or do you take mine, master?'
'In faith, if it were a hundred shillings, it would all be yours,' answered Robin, staggering to his feet.
'It is little courtesy to hinder a poor yeoman driving along his way,' said the potter curtly.
'Good potter, you speak the truth. Drive this way every day and I will not hinder you,' said Robin. 'Let us be good friends. If you will give me your clothes, you can have mine and I can go to Nottingham.'
The exchange appeared a good bargain to the potter so he agreed: 'All right, as long as you will be a good fellow and sell my pots too.'
Robin did sell his pots in Nottingham and fooled the Sheriff.
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