"Is that all, my father?" said Aucassin.
"Yes," replied the count.
"Certes" replied the boy, "I am very sorry to see a man of your age such a liar!"
Then he turned towards the Count de Valence, and said to him, "Count de Valence, are you not my prisoner?"
"Certainly."
"Give me your hand, then, I beg you."
"Gladly," replied the count; and he placed his hand in Aucassin's.
Aucassin replied, "Count de Valence, pledge me your faith that, whenever you have the wish or the power to shame my father, or to hurt him, in his person or in his goods, you will do so."
"Pardieu, sir! do not mock me, but name my ransom. Ask for gold or silver, horses or palfreys, dogs or birds, and I will try to give you what you ask. This is another thing."
"What!" cried Aucassin, "do you not own yourself my prisoner?"