the bower, and threw her arms round his neck, and kissed and caressed him.
"Fair sweet friend, well be you met!"
"And you, fair sweet friend, be you the well met!"
They kissed and caressed each other, and their joy was beautiful.
"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!"
