“Take care whom thou pushest against!” cried a great, burly friar to one of these men.  “Wouldst thou dig thine elbows into me, sirrah?  By’r Lady of the Fountain, an thou dost not treat me with more deference I will crack thy knave’s pate for thee, even though thou be one of the mighty Sheriff’s men.”

At this a great shout of laughter arose from a number of tall yeomen in Lincoln green that were scattered through the crowd thereabouts; but one that seemed of more authority than the others nudged the holy man with his elbow.  “Peace, Tuck,” said he, “didst thou not promise me, ere thou camest here, that thou wouldst put a check upon thy tongue?”

“Ay, marry,” grumbled the other, “but ’a did not think to have a hard-footed knave trample all over my poor toes as though they were no more than so many acorns in the forest.”

But of a sudden all this bickering ceased, for a clear sound of many bugle horns came winding down the street.  Then all the people craned their necks and gazed in the direction whence the sound came, and the crowding and the pushing and the swaying grew greater than ever.  And now a gallant array of men came gleaming into sight, and the cheering of the people ran down the crowd as the fire runs in dry grass.

Eight and twenty heralds in velvet and cloth of gold came riding forward.  Over their heads fluttered a cloud of snow-white feathers, and each herald bore in his hand a long silver trumpet, which he blew musically.  From each trumpet hung a heavy banner of velvet and cloth of gold, with the royal arms of England emblazoned thereon.  After these came riding fivescore noble knights, two by two, all fully armed, saving that their heads were uncovered.  In their hands they bore tall lances, from the tops of which fluttered pennons of many colors and devices.  By the side of each knight walked a page clad in rich clothes of silk and velvet, and each page bore in his hands his master’s helmet, from which waved long, floating plumes of feathers.  Never had Nottingham seen a fairer sight than those fivescore noble knights, from whose armor the sun blazed in dazzling light as they came riding on their great war horses, with clashing of arms and jingling of chains.  Behind the knights came the barons and the nobles of the mid-country, in robes of silk and cloth of gold, with golden chains about their necks and jewels at their girdles.  Behind these again came a great array of men-at-arms, with spears and halberds in their hands, and, in the midst of these, two riders side by side.  One of the horsemen was the Sheriff of Nottingham in his robes of office.  The other, who was a head taller than the Sheriff, was clad in a rich but simple garb, with a broad, heavy chain about his neck.  His hair and beard were like threads of gold, and his eyes were as blue as the summer sky.  As he rode along he bowed to the right hand and the left, and a mighty roar of voices followed him as he passed; for this was King Richard.