French literature -- Translations into English; Legends -- France -- Translations into English; Romances -- Translations into English
Nicolete made great moan, as ye have heard; then commended she herself to
God, and anon fared till she came unto the forest. But to go deep in it
she dared not, by reason of the wild beasts, and beasts serpentine. Anon
crept she into a little thicket, where sleep came upon her, and she slept
till prime next day, when the shepherds issued forth from the town and
drove their bestial between wood and water. Anon came they all into one
place by a fair fountain which was on the fringe of the forest, thereby
spread they a mantle, and thereon set bread. So while they were eating,
Nicolete wakened, with the sound of the singing birds, and the shepherds,
and she went unto them, saying, "Fair boys, our Lord keep you!"
"God bless thee," quoth he that had more words to his tongue than the
rest.
"Fair boys," quoth she, "know ye Aucassin, the son of Count Garin de
Biaucaire?"
"Yea, well we know him."
"So may God help you, fair boys," quoth she, "tell him there is a beast
in this forest, and bid him come chase it, and if he can take it, he
would not give one limb thereof for a hundred marks of gold, nay, nor for
five hundred, nor for any ransom."
Then looked they on her, and saw her so fair that they were all astonied.
"Will I tell him thereof?" quoth he that had more words to his tongue
than the rest; "foul fall him who speaks of the thing or tells him the
tidings. These are but visions ye tell of, for there is no beast so
great in this forest, stag, nor lion, nor boar, that one of his limbs is
worth more than two deniers, or three at the most, and ye speak of such
great ransom. Foul fall him that believes your word, and him that
telleth Aucassin. Ye be a Fairy, and we have none liking for your
company, nay, hold on your road."
"Nay, fair boys," quoth she, "nay, ye will do my bidding. For this beast
is so mighty of medicine that thereby will Aucassin be healed of his
torment. And lo! I have five sols in my purse, take them, and tell him:
for within three days must he come hunting it hither, and if within three
days he find it not, never will he be healed of his torment."
"My faith," quoth he, "the money will we take, and if he come hither we
will tell him, but seek him we will not."
"In God's name," quoth she; and so took farewell of the shepherds, and
went her way.
_Here singeth one_:
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