"By my faith," said he, "we will take the money, and if he comes this way we will give him your message, but certainly we will not go and look for him." "As God pleases," answered she. So she bade farewell to the shepherds, and went her way. Now is sung: Nicolette as you heard tell Bade the shepherd lads farewell, Through deep woodlands warily Fared she 'neath the leafy tree; Till the grass-grown way she trod Brought her to a forest road, Whence, like fingers on a hand, Forked sev'n paths throughout the land. There she called to heart her love, There bethought her she would prove Whether true her lover's vows. Plucked she then young sapling boughs, Grasses, leaves that branches yield, Oak shoots, lilies of the field; Built a lodge with frond and flow'r, Fairest mason, fairest bow'r! Swore then by the truth of God Should her lover come that road, Nor for love of her who made Dream a little in its shade, 'Spite his oath no true love, he, Nor fond heart, she. Now they say and tell and relate: Nicolette builded the lodge, as you have heard; very pretty it was and very dainty, and well furnished, both outside and in, with a tapestry of flowers and of leaves. Then she withdrew herself a little way from the bower, and hid within a thicket to spy what Aucassin would do. And the cry and the haro went through all the realm that Nicolette was lost. Some had it that she had stolen away, and others that Count Garin had done her to death. Whoever had joy thereof, Aucassin had little pleasure. His father, Count Garin, brought him out of his prison, and sent letters to the lords and ladies of those parts bidding them to a very rich feast, so that Aucassin, his son, might cease to dote. When the feast was at its merriest, Aucassin leaned against the musicians' gallery, sad and all discomforted. No laugh had he for any jest, since she, whom most he loved, was not amongst the ladies set in hall. A certain knight marked his grief, and coming presently to him, said-- "Aucassin, of such fever as yours I, too, have been sick. I can give you good counsel, if you are willing to listen." "Sir knight," said Aucassin, "great thanks; good counsel, above all things, I would hear." "Get to horse," said he; "take your pleasure in the woodland, amongst flowers and bracken and the songs of the birds. Perchance, who knows? you may hear some word of which you will be glad." "Sir knight," answered Aucassin, "great thanks; this I will do."