"I have heard quite a number. My housekeeper enjoyed telling them to me endlessly. Though I have to say, a lot of them contradicted each other so it's hard to know what is truth," as far as where the man standing in front of him was concerned, "and what was fiction."
He wasn't sure how Arthur, being the Prince of a realm, would take what he'd told him. He could only hope he took it as he had told it, which he hoped had conveyed that he had done what he had to save lives.
Robin walked ahead of Arthur out in to the open space of the range, so that they were about an equal distance between the benches and the targets. "The guests won't be here for an hour or two yet, so we have it to ourselves most mornings, though I am teaching a friend archery, on alternate days."
Turning to face him, he drew his Scimitar. "But I may take you up on that offer of consistency," he said with a grin.