; and I have
been in search of it ever since. I have neither eaten nor drunk these
three days past; and I dare not go into the town, as they would put me in
prison, since I have not wherewith to pay for it. Worldly goods have I
none worth ought but what you see on the body of me. I have a mother,
poor woman, who had nothing worth ought save one poor mattress, and this
they have dragged from under her back, so that she lies on the bare
straw; and for her I am troubled a deal more than for myself. For wealth
comes and goes; if I have lost now I shall gain another time, and I shall
pay for my ox when I can; nor will I ever weep for an ox. And you wept
for a dog of the dunghill! Sorrow be his who ever again hold you in
account!"

"Certes, you are of good comfort, fair brother! Bless you for it! And
what was thine ox worth?"

"Sir, it is twenty sous they ask me for it; I cannot abate a single
farthing."

"Here," said Aucassin, "take these twenty which I have in my purse, and
pay for thine ox!"

"Sir," said he, "Gramercy! And may God grant you to find that which you
seek!"

He took leave of him; and Aucassin rode on. The night was fine and
still; and he went on till he came to the place where the seven roads
divide, and there before him he saw the bower which Nicolette had made,
bedecked within and without and over and in front with flowers, and so
pretty that prettier could not be. When Aucassin perceived it, he drew
rein all in a moment; and the light of the moon smote within it.

"Ah, Heaven!" said Aucassin, "here has Nicolette been, my sweet friend;
and this did she make with her beautiful hands! For the sweetness of
her, and for her love, I will now alight here, and rest me there this
night through."

He put his foot out of the stirrup to alight. His horse was big and
high; and he was thinking so much on Nicolette, his most sweet friend,
that he fell on a stone so hard that his shoulder flew out of place. He
felt that he was badly hurt; but he bestirred him the best he could, and
tied his horse up with his other hand to a thorn; and he turned over on
his side, so that he got into the bower on his back. And he looked
through a chink in the bower, and saw the stars in the sky; and he saw
one there brighter than the rest, and he began to say:

_Here they sing_.

"Little star, I see thee there,
That the moon draws close to her!
Nicolette is with thee there,
My love of the golden hair.
God, I tro