“Ah, sweet friend!” said Aucassin, “I was but now sore hurt in my shoulder; and now I feel neither hurt nor pain since I have you!”
She felt about, and found that he had his shoulder out of place. She plied it so with her white hands, and achieved (as God willed, who loveth lovers) that it came again into place. And then she took flowers and fresh grass and green leaves, and bound them on with the lappet of her smock, and he was quite healed.
“Aucassin,” said she, “fair sweet friend, take counsel what you will do! If your father makes them search this forest to-morrow, and they find me—whatever may become of you, they will kill me!”
“Certès, fair sweet friend, I should be much grieved at that! But, an I be able, they shall never have hold of you!”
He mounted on his horse, and took his love in front of him, kissing and caressing her; and they set out into the open fields.
Here they sing.
Aucassin, the boon, the blond,
High-born youth and lover fond,
Rode from out the deep forest;
In his arms his love he pressed,
’Fore him on the saddle-bow;
Kisses her on eyes and brow,
On her mouth and on her chin.
Then to him did she begin:
“Aucassin, fair lover sweet,
To what land are we to fleet?”
“Sweet my sweetheart, what know I?
Nought to me ’tis where we fly,
In greenwood or utter way,
So I am with you alway!”
So they pass by dale and down,
By the burgh and by the town,