dipping
from
behind the
hill
against
the clear
blue sky,
as the
light wind
moved them
with
creaking
and
labored
swing. So
the yeomen
lay behind
the hedge
and
finished
their
midday
meal; but
still the
time
slipped
along and
no one
came. At
last, a
man came
slowly
riding
over the
hill and
down the
stony road
toward the
spot where
Robin and
his band
lay
hidden. He
was a good
stout
knight,
but
sorrowful
of face
and
