At the same time that Aucassin was in the chamber, bemoaning Nicolette his friend, Bulgarius Count of Valence, who had his war to maintain, forgat it not; but he had summoned his men, foot and horse, and advanced to assault the castle. And the cry went up and the noise; and the knights and men-at-arms girt on their armour, and hastened to the gates and walls to defend the castle; while the townsfolk mounted the parapets and hurled bolts and sharpened stakes. At the time when the assault was fast and furious, Warren Count of Beaucaire came into the chamber where Aucassin was weeping and bemoaning Nicolette his most sweet friend whom he loved so well. "Ah, my son!" said he. "Wretch that thou art and unhappy, to see assault made on this thy castle--none better nor more strong! Know, moreover, that if thou lose it thou losest thine inheritance! Come now, my son, take thine arms and to horse! Fight for thy land, and succour thy liegemen, and get thee to the field! Though thou strike never a man nor be thyself stricken, if they but see thee among them they will make a better fight for their lives and their havings, and for thy land and mine. So tall art thou and so strong, 'tis no great thing to do; and it is thy devoir." "Father," said Aucassin, "to what purpose is this oration? Never God give me ought that I ask of him, if I take knighthood or mount horse or go to the fighting to smite knight or be myself smitten, if you give me not Nicolette, my sweet friend, whom I love so well!" "Son," said his father, "that cannot be. Rather would I suffer loss of all my inheritance, aye, of all I have, than that thou shouldst have her to woman or to wife!" And he turned to go. And when Aucassin saw him departing, he called him back. "Father," said Aucassin, "come hither, and I will make a fair covenant with you!" "Aye, and what covenant, fair son?" "I will take arms and go to the fighting on such condition, that, if God bring me again safe and sound, you will give me leave to see Nicolette my sweet friend for such time as I may speak two words to her or three, and once only kiss her." "I consent," said his father. So he made agreement with him, and Aucassin was well-pleased. _Here they sing_. Aucassin heard of the kiss On returning to be his. Hundred thousand marks pure gold Him had made less blithe and bold. Arms he called for, rich and rare; They made ready for his wear. Hauberk donned he, double-lined; Helmet on his head did bind; Girt his sword with hilt pure gold; Mounted on his charger bold; Spear and buckler then he took; At his two feet cast a look, In the stirrups trod they trim; Wondrous proud he carried him. His sweet friend--he thought on her, To his charger clapped the spur; Forth he springs full mettlesome; Straightway to the gate they come That led to battle. _Here they speak and tell the story_.