And they told him she was with the host, and had led with her all the force of that country. Now when Aucassin heard that saying, he made great marvel, and came into the castle, and lighted down, he and his lady, and his lady held his horse. Right so went he up into the castle, with his sword girt, and fared hither and thither till he came to the chamber where the King was lying. _Here one singeth_: Aucassin the courteous knight To the chamber went forthright, To the bed with linen dight Even where the King was laid. There he stood by him and said: "Fool, what mak'st thou here abed?" Quoth the King: "I am brought to bed Of a fair son, and anon When my month is over and gone, And my healing fairly done, To the Minster will I fare And will do my churching there, As my father did repair. Then will sally forth to war, Then will drive my foes afar From my countrie!" Then speak they, say they, tell they the Tale: When Aucassin heard the King speak on this wise, he took all the sheets that covered him, and threw them all abroad about the chamber. Then saw he behind him a cudgel, and caught it into his hand, and turned, and took the King, and beat him till he was well-nigh dead. "Ha! fair sir," quoth the King, "what would you with me? Art thou beside thyself, that beatest me in mine own house?" "By God's heart," quoth Aucassin, "thou ill son of an ill wench, I will slay thee if thou swear not that never shall any man in all thy land lie in of child henceforth for ever." So he did that oath, and when he had done it, "Sir," said Aucassin, "bring me now where thy wife is with the host." "Sir, with good will," quoth the King. He mounted his horse, and Aucassin gat on his own, and Nicolete abode in the Queen's chamber. Anon rode Aucassin and the King even till they came to that place where the Queen was, and lo! men were warring with baked apples, and with eggs, and with fresh cheeses, and Aucassin began to look on them, and made great marvel. _Here one singeth_: Aucassin his horse doth stay, From the saddle watched the fray, All the stour and fierce array; Right fresh cheeses carried they, Apples baked, and mushrooms grey, Whoso splasheth most the ford He is master called and lord. Aucassin doth gaze awhile, Then began to laugh and smile And made game. Then speak they, say they, tell they the Tale: When Aucassin beheld these marvels, he came to the King, and said, "Sir, be these thine enemies?" "Yea, Sir," quoth the King. "And will ye that I should avenge you of them?" "Yea," quoth he, "with all my heart." Then Aucassin put hand to sword, and hurled among them, and began to smite to the right hand and the left, and slew many of them. And when the King saw that he slew them, he caught at his bridle and said, "Ha! fair sir, slay them not in such wise." "How," quoth Aucassin, "will ye not that I should avenge you of them?"