Then up spake the smallest of all, in a trembling voice—an old man he was, with a gentle, wrinkled face. “That have I; but, I pray thee, harm me not.”
“Nay,” quoth Robin, “I have never harmed harmless man yet; but give it to me, good father.” So the old man did as he was bidden, and handed Robin the tablet on which was marked down the account of the various packages upon the horses. This Robin handed to Will Scarlet, bidding him to read the same. So Will Scarlet, lifting his voice that all might hear, began:
“Three bales of silk to Quentin, the mercer at Ancaster.”
“That we touch not,” quoth Robin, “for this Quentin is an honest fellow, who hath risen by his own thrift.” So the bales of silk were laid aside unopened.
“One bale of silk velvet for the Abbey of Beaumont.”
“What do these priests want of silk velvet?” quoth Robin. “Nevertheless, though they need it not, I will not take all from them. Measure it off into three lots, one to be sold for charity, one for us, and one for the abbey.” So this, too, was done as Robin Hood bade.
“Twoscore of great wax candles for the Chapel of Saint Thomas.”