[Footnote 1: The original is very pretty, and can be guessed out, even by the unlearned reader:-- "Nicolete biax esters, Biax venir et biax alers Biax déduis et dous parlers, Biax borders et biax jouers, Biax baisiers, biax acolers." _Biax_ is _beata_.] Now, while Aucassin was mourning thus in his room, always grieving for Nicolette his love, the Count Bougars de Valence was keeping up his war against the Count Garin de Beaucaire. He had drawn out his footmen and his horsemen to assault the castle; and the defendants of the castle seized their arms to meet him, and ran to the gates and walls where they thought the besiegers would attack. The people of the town followed the knights and the sergeants: they mounted the ramparts, and poured down a storm of quarrels and javelins. In the very most terrible moment of the assault, the Count Garin de Beaucaire came into the room where Aucassin was grieving in his sorrow for his sweet darling, Nicolette. "Oh, my boy!" he said, "what are you doing here while your castle is besieged, good and strong though it be? Do you know, that, if you lose it, you are disinherited? Boy, take your arms, mount your horse, defend your lands, and lead your men to battle. As soon as they see you in the midst of them, they will bravely defend their homes and their lives, your lands and mine. You are tall and strong; and you ought to show that you are." "Father," replied Aucassin, "what are you talking about? May God refuse me all that I may ever ask him, if I consent to be made a knight, to mount a horse, or to go to fight, before you have given me Nicolette, my darling sweetheart!" "Boy," replied his father, "this cannot be. I had rather be disinherited, and lose all I have, than that you should have her for your wife." On this the Count Garin de Beaucaire turned away. But Aucassin called him back, and said to him, "Come, father, I beg you! I have one condition to propose to you." "What is that, dear boy?" "It is this. I will take my arms, I will mount my horse, and I will do my duty bravely, on condition that, if God bring me out of the battle unhurt, you will let me see my darling sweetheart, Nicolette, and embrace her. There shall be time to say two or three words to her, and to kiss her once." "I grant it willingly," said the father; and he went away. [_Now they sing it._] Not diamonds bright, or heaps of gold Would give to you such bliss As blessed this boy when he was told The way to earn a kiss. They quickly brought him arms of steel, His helmet and his crest; Upon his head the helmet laced; And then a double hauberk braced Across his breast. He springs upon his charger white; And when he glances on his feet His greaves are tight and silver bright: His darling dear he thinks upon; He spurs his war-horse fleet, And rushes straight before him down To the fight. [_Here they speak it, and talk it, and tell it._]