All the band stared and many laughed, for never had they seen their master in such a fantastic guise before.
“Truly,” quoth Robin, holding up his arms and looking down at himself, “I do think it be somewhat of a gay, gaudy, grasshopper dress; but it is a pretty thing for all that, and doth not ill befit the turn of my looks, albeit I wear it but for the nonce. But stay, Little John, here are two bags that I would have thee carry in thy pouch for the sake of safekeeping. I can ill care for them myself beneath this motley.”
“Why, master,” quoth Little John, taking the bags and weighing them in his hand, “here is the chink of gold.”
“Well, what an there be,” said Robin, “it is mine own coin and the band is none the worse for what is there. Come, busk ye, lads,” and he turned quickly away. “Get ye ready straightway.” Then gathering the score together in a close rank, in the midst of which were Allan a Dale and Friar Tuck, he led them forth upon their way from the forest shades.