"Three good suits, say you? Then right gladly will I enter your service,
for my back has been bare this many a long day."

Then Reynold turned him about to the crowd and shouted: "Hark ye, good
people, I have entered the Sheriff's service, and need not the yoke of
steers for prize. So take them for yourselves, to feast withal."

At this the crowd shouted more merrily than ever, and threw their caps
high into the air. And none so popular a man had come to Nottingham town
in many a long day as this same Reynold Greenleaf.

Now you may have guessed, by this time, who Reynold Greenleaf really
was; so I shall tell you that he was none other than Little John. And
forth went he to the Sheriff's house, and entered his service. But it
was a sorry day for the Sheriff when he got his new man. For Little John
winked his shrewd eye and said softly to himself: "By my faith, I shall
be the worst servant to him that ever yet had he!"

Two days passed by. Little John, it must be confessed, did not make
a good servant. He insisted upon eating the Sheriff's best bread and
drinking his best wine, so that the steward waxed wroth. Nathless the
Sheriff held him in high esteem, and made great talk of taking him along
on the next hunting trip.

It was now the day of the banquet to the butchers, about which we have
already heard. The banquet hall, you must know, was not in the main
house, but connected with it by a corridor. All the servants were
bustling about making preparations for the feast, save only Little John,
who must needs lie abed the greater part of the day. But he presented