“Now thou art a man of shrewd opinions,” quoth Little John, “and I love thee truly as thou wert my brother.”

“And I love thee, too.  But the day draweth on, and I have my cooking to do ere our master cometh home; so let us e’en go and settle this brave fight we have in hand.”

“Ay, marry,” quoth Little John, “and that right speedily.  Never have I been more laggard in fighting than in eating and drinking.  So come thou straight forth into the passageway, where there is good room to swing a sword, and I will try to serve thee.”

Then they both stepped forth into the broad passage that led to the Steward’s pantry, where each man drew his sword again and without more ado fell upon the other as though he would hew his fellow limb from limb.  Then their swords clashed upon one another with great din, and sparks flew from each blow in showers.  So they fought up and down the hall for an hour and more, neither striking the other a blow, though they strove their best to do so; for both were skillful at the fence; so nothing came of all their labor.  Ever and anon they rested, panting; then, after getting their wind, at it they would go again more fiercely than ever.  At last Little John cried aloud, “Hold, good Cook!” whereupon each rested upon his sword, panting.

“Now will I make my vow,” quoth Little John, “thou art the very best swordsman that ever mine eyes beheld.  Truly, I had thought to carve thee ere now.”

“And I had thought to do the same by thee,” quoth the Cook, “but I have missed the mark somehow.”

“Now I have been thinking within myself,” quoth Little John, “what we are fighting for; but albeit I do not rightly know.”

“Why, no more do I,” said the Cook.  “I bear no love for that pursy Steward, but I thought that we had engaged to fight with one another and that it must be done.”

“Now,” quoth Little John, “it doth seem to me that instead of striving to cut one another’s throats, it were better for us to be boon companions.  What sayst thou, jolly Cook, wilt thou go with me to Sherwood Forest and join with Robin Hood’s band?  Thou shalt live a merry life within the woodlands, and sevenscore good companions shalt thou have, one of whom is mine own self.  Thou shalt have three suits of Lincoln green each year, and forty marks in pay.”

“Now, thou art a man after mine own heart!” cried the Cook right heartily, “and, as thou speakest of it, that is the very service for me.  I will go with thee, and that right gladly.  Give me thy palm, sweet fellow, and I will be thine own companion from henceforth.  What may be thy name, lad?”

“Men do call me Little John, good fellow.”

“How?  And art thou indeed Little John, and Robin Hood’s own right-hand man?  Many a time and oft I heard of thee, but never did I hope to set eyes upon thee.  And thou art indeed the famous Little John!” And the Cook seemed lost in amazement, and looked upon his companion with open eyes.