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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: to his ear; the next moment the bowstring rang and the arrow
sped down the glade as a sparrowhawk skims in a northern wind.
High leaped the noblest hart of all the herd, only to fall dead,
reddening the green path with his heart's blood.
"Ha!" cried Robin, "how likest thou that shot, good fellow?
I wot the wager were mine, an it were three hundred pounds."
Then all the foresters were filled with rage, and he who had spoken
the first and had lost the wager was more angry than all.
"Nay," cried he, "the wager is none of thine, and get
thee gone, straightway, or, by all the saints of heaven,
I'll baste thy sides until thou wilt ne'er be able to walk again."
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