“Forgive my boldness, Your Majesty, and believe that I have nought but the good of England and Your Majesty’s desirings at heart; but what would it boot though my gracious lord did root up every tree of Sherwood?  Are there not other places for Robin Hood’s hiding?  Cannock Chase is not far from Sherwood, and the great Forest of Arden is not far from Cannock Chase.  Beside these are many other woodlands in Nottingham and Derby, Lincoln and York, amid any of which Your Majesty might as well think to seize upon Robin Hood as to lay finger upon a rat among the dust and broken things of a garret.  Nay, my gracious lord, if he doth once plant foot in the woodland, he is lost to the law forever.”

At these words the King tapped his fingertips upon the table beside him with vexation.  “What wouldst thou have me do, Bishop?” quoth he.  “Didst thou not hear me pledge my word to the Queen?  Thy talk is as barren as the wind from the bellows upon dead coals.”

“Far be it from me,” said the cunning Bishop, “to point the way to one so clear-sighted as Your Majesty; but, were I the King of England, I should look upon the matter in this wise:  I have promised my Queen, let us say, that for forty days the cunningest rogue in all England shall have freedom to come and go; but, lo!  I find this outlaw in my grasp; shall I, then, foolishly cling to a promise so hastily given?  Suppose that I had promised to do Her Majesty’s bidding, whereupon she bade me to slay myself; should I, then, shut mine eyes and run blindly upon my sword?  Thus would I argue within myself.  Moreover, I would say unto myself, a woman knoweth nought of the great things appertaining to state government; and, likewise, I know a woman is ever prone to take up a fancy, even as she would pluck a daisy from the roadside, and then throw it away when the savor is gone; therefore, though she hath taken a fancy to this outlaw, it will soon wane away and be forgotten.  As for me, I have the greatest villain in all England in my grasp; shall I, then, open my hand and let him slip betwixt my fingers?  Thus, Your Majesty, would I say to myself, were I the King of England.”  So the Bishop talked, and the King lent his ear to his evil counsel, until, after a while, he turned to Sir Robert Lee and bade him send six of the yeomen of the guard to take Robin Hood and his three men prisoners.

Now Sir Robert Lee was a gentle and noble knight, and he felt grieved to the heart to see the King so break his promise; nevertheless, he said nothing, for he saw how bitterly the King was set against Robin Hood; but he did not send the yeomen of the guard at once, but went first to the Queen, and told her all that had passed, and bade her send word to Robin of his danger.  This he did not for the well-being of Robin Hood, but because he would save his lord’s honor if he could.  Thus it came about that when, after a while, the yeomen of the guard went to the archery field, they found not Robin and the others, and so got no cakes at that fair.