The Messenger of the Inn, a Friend of the Messenger, and a Pot of Ale

Bright shone the sun upon the dusty highway that led from nodding him to Lincoln, stretching away all white over hill and dale. The messenger was a chatty soul, and loved a bit of gossip dearly. He told how Robin Hood had slain the forester, and how he had hidden in the green one to escape the law. How that he lived there am all against the law. And wah, slaying his majesty's deer, and levying toll on fat abbot, knight, and esquire.