THE ARCHERY CONTEST

BY SIR WALTER SCOTT

King Richard of England (Richard the Lion Heart) while away on a crusade, left his brother, Prince John, to govern. John attempted to make himself king, by the aid of Norman knights, whom the native Saxon-English hated. The archery contest was a competition between the two parties; for Locksley was really Robin Hood, and a follower of Richard.

"NOW, Locksley," said Prince John to the bold yeoman

with a bitter smile, "wilt thou try conclusions with Hubert or wilt thou yield up bow, baldric, and quiver to the provost of the sports?"

5 "Sith it be no better," said Locksley, "I am content to try my fortune; on condition that when I have shot two shafts at yonder mark of Hubert's, he shall be bound to shoot one at that which I shall propose."

"That is but fair," answered Prince John, “and it To shall not be refused thee. If thou dost beat this braggart, Hubert, I will fill the bugle with silver pennies for thee."

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"A man can do but his best," answered Hubert; "but my grandsire drew a good long bow at Hastings, and I trust not to dishonor his memory.'

The former target was now removed and a fresh one of the same size placed in its room. Hubert, who as victor in the first trial of skill had the right to shoot first. took his aim with great deliberation, long measuring the distance with his eye, while he held in his hand his bended bow 20 with the arrow placed on the string. At length he made a

step forward, and raising the bow at the full stretch of his left arm till the center, or grasping place, was nigh level with his face, he drew his bowstring to his ear. The arrow whistled through the air and lighted within the inner ring of the target but not exactly in the center.

"You have not allowed for the wind, Hubert," said his antagonist, bending his bow, "or that had been a better shot."

So saying, and without showing the least anxiety to pause upon his aim, Locksley stepped to the appointed station and shot his arrow as carelessly in appearance as if he had not even looked at the mark. He was speaking almost at the instant that the shaft left the bowstring, yet it lighted in the target two inches nearer to the white spot which marked the center than that of Hubert.

"Hubert," said Prince John, "an thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee thou art worthy of the gallows!" Hubert had but one set speech for all occasions. "An Your Highness were to hang me," he said, "a man can but do his best. Nevertheless, my grandsire drew a good bow

"Never mind thy grandsire!" interrupted John, "shoot, knave, and shoot thy best, or it shall be the worse for thee!"

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Thus exhorted Hubert resumed his place; and not neglecting the caution which he had received from his 25 adversary, he made the necessary allowance for a very light air of wind which had just arisen, and shot so successfully that his arrow alighted in the very center of the target.

"A Hubert! a Hubert!" shouted the populace, more 30 interested in a known person than in a stranger. "In the clout in the clout! a Hubert forever!

"Thou canst not mend that shot, Locksley," said the prince with an insulting smile,

"I will notch his shaft for him, however," replied Locksley; and letting fly his arrow with a little more precaution 5 than before, it lighted right upon that of his competitor, which it split to shivers. The people who stood around were so astonished at his wonderful dexterity that they could not even give vent to their surprise in their usual clamor. "This must be no man of flesh and blood," whispered the 10 yeomen to each other. "Such archery was never seen since a bow was first bent in Britain.”

"And now," said Locksley, "I will crave Your Grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the north country, and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try Is a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best."

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He then turned to leave the lists. "Let your guards attend me," he said, "if you please - I go but to cut a rod from the next willow bush."

Prince John made a signal that some attendants should follow him in case of his escape, but the cry of "Shame! shame!" which burst from the multitude induced him to alter his ungenerous purpose.

Locksley returned almost instantly with a willow wand 25 about six feet in length, perfectly straight, and rather thicker than a man's thumb. He began to peel this with great composure, observing at the same time that to ask a good woodsman to shoot at a target so broad as had hitherto been used was to put shame upon his skill. For his own 30 part, he said, and in the land where he was bred, men would as soon take for their mark King Arthur's Round Table, which held sixty knights around it.

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"A child of seven years old," he said, "might hit yonder target with a headless shaft; but," added he, walking deliberately to the other end of the lists and sticking the willow wand upright in the ground, "he that hits that rod at fivescore yards I call him an archer fit to bear both 5 bow and quiver before a king, an it were the stout King Richard himself."

"My grandsire," said Hubert, "drew a good bow at the battle of Hastings and never shot at such a mark in his life and neither will I. If this yeoman can cleave that 10 rod I give him the bucklers; a man can but do his best, and I will not shoot where I am sure to miss. I might as well shoot at the edge of our parson's whittle, or at a wheat straw, or at a sunbeam, as at a twinkling white streak which I can hardly see."

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"Cowardly dog!" said Prince John. "Sirrah Locksley, do thou shoot; but if thou hittest such a mark I will say thou art the first man ever did so. Howe'er it be, thou shalt not crow over us with a mere show of superior skill." "I will do my best, as Hubert says," answered Locksley; 20 "no man can do more."

So saying he again bent his bow, but on the present occasion looked with attention to his weapon and changed the string, which he thought was no longer truly round, having been a little frayed by the two former shots. He 25 then took aim with some deliberation and the multitude awaited the event in breathless silence. The archer vindicated their opinion of his skill; his arrow split the willow rod against which it was aimed. A jubilee of acclamation followed, and even Prince John, in admiration of Locks-3 ley's skill, lost for an instant his dislike to his person.

"These twenty nobles," he said, "which with the bugle

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