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+Title: The Lay of the Cid
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+Author:  R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE LAY OF THE CID ***
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+Synopsis: The national epic of Spain, written in the twelfth
+century about Rodrigo Diaz of Bivar, conqueror of Valencia, who
+only died in 1099 but had already become a legend. Rendered into
+vigorous English rhymed couplets of seven iambic feet in 1919.
+
+***********
+
+Transcription by Holly Ingraham.
+
+***********
+
+THE LAY OF THE CID
+
+Translated into English Verse
+
+by
+
+R. Selden Rose
+
+and
+
+Leonard Bacon
+______________________
+
+THE CID
+Lashed in the saddle, the Cid thundered out
+To his last onset. With a strange disdain
+The dead man looked on victory. In vain
+Emir and Dervish strive against the rout.
+In vain Morocco and Biserta shout,
+For still before the dead man fall the slain.
+Death rides for Captain of the Men of Spain,
+And their dead truth shall slay the living doubt.
+
+The soul of the great epic, like the chief,
+Conquers in aftertime on fields unknown.
+Men hear today the horn of Roland blown
+To match the thunder of the guns of France,
+And nations with a heritage of grief
+Follow their dead victorious in Romance.
+______________________
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+The importance of the Cid as Spain's bulwark against the Moors of
+the eleventh century is exceeded by his importance to his modern
+countrymen as the epitome of the noble and vigorous qualities that
+made Spain great. Menendez y Pelayo has called him the symbol of
+Spanish nationality in virtue of the fact that in him there were
+united sobriety of intention and expression, simplicity at once
+noble and familiar, ingenuous and easy courtesy, imagination
+rather solid than brilliant, piety that was more active than
+contemplative, genuine and soberly restrained affections, deep
+conjugal devotion, a clear sense of justice, loyalty to his
+sovereign tempered by the courage to protest against injustice to
+himself, a strange and appealing confusion of the spirit of
+chivalry and plebeian rudeness, innate probity rich in vigorous
+and stern sincerity, and finally a vaguely sensible delicacy of
+affection that is the inheritance of strong men and clean blood.
+[1]
+
+[1] Cf. Menendez y Pelayo, Tratado de los romances viejos, I, 315.
+
+This is the epic Cid who in the last quarter of the eleventh
+century was banished by Alphonso VI of Castile, fought his way to
+the Mediterranean, stormed Valencia, married his two daughters to
+the Heirs of Carrion and defended his fair name in parliament and
+in battle.
+
+The poet either from ignorance or choice has disregarded the
+historical significance of the campaigns of the Cid. He fails to
+mention his defeat of the threatening horde of Almoravides at the
+very moment when their victory over Alphonso's Castilians at
+Zalaca had opened to them Spain's richest provinces, and turns the
+crowning achievement of the great warrior's life into the
+preliminary to a domestic event which he considered of greater
+importance. We are grateful to him for his lack of accuracy, for
+it illustrates how men thought about their heroes in that time.
+The twelfth century Castilians would have admitted that in battle
+the Cid was of less avail than their patron James, the son of
+Zebedee, but they would have added that after all the saint was a
+Galilean and not a Spaniard.
+
+In order then to make the Cid not merely heroic but a national
+hero he must become the possessor of attributes of greatness
+beyond mere courage. The poet therefore, probably assuming that
+his hearers were well aware of the Cid's prowess in arms, devoted
+himself to a theme of more intimate appeal. The Cid, an exile from
+Castile and flouted by his enemies at home, must vindicate
+himself. The discomfiture of the Moor is not an end in itself but
+the means of vindication and, be it said, of support. When he is
+restored to favor, the marriage of his daughters to the Heirs of
+Carrion under Alphonso's auspices is the royal acknowledgment. The
+treachery of the heirs is the pretext for the Parliament of Toledo
+where the Cid shall appear in all the glory of triumphant
+vindication. The interest in the hecatombs of Moors and even in
+the fall of Valencia is a secondary one. What really matters is
+that the Cid's fair name be cleared of all stain of disloyalty and
+the dona Elvira and dona Sol wed worthy husbands.
+
+This unity of plan is consistently preserved by a rearrangement of
+the true chronology of events and by the introduction of purely
+traditional episodes. The shifting of historical values may be due
+to the fact that when the poem was composed, about 1150, the power
+of the Moor had really been broken by the conquests of Ferdinand
+I, Alphonso VI, Alphonso VII and Alphonso VIII of Castile and
+alphonso I, the Battler, of Aragon. The menace was no longer felt
+with the keenness of an hundred years before. until the end of the
+tenth century the Moors had dominated the Peninsula. The growth of
+the Christian states from the heroic nucleus in northern Asturias
+was confined to the territory bordering the Bay of Biscay,
+Asturias, Santander, part of the province of Burgos, Leon, and
+Galicia. In the East other centers of resistance had sprung up in
+Navarre, Aragon and the County of Barcelona. At the beginning of
+the eleventh century the tide turned. The progress of the
+reconquest was due as much to the disruption of Moorish unity as
+to the greater aggressiveness and closer cooeperation of the
+Christian kingdoms. The end of the Caliphate of Cordova was the
+signal for the rise of a great number of mutually independent
+Moorish states. Sixty years later there were no less than twenty-
+three of them. By the middle of the following century the
+enthusiasm that had followed the first successful blows struck
+against the Moor had waned, and with it the vividness of their
+historical significance and order.
+
+Let us look at the Cid for a moment as he was seen by a Latin
+chronicler who confesses that the purpose of his modest narrative
+was merely to preserve the memory of the Cid of history.
+
+When Ferdinand I of Castile died under the walls of Valencia in
+1065 he divided his kingdom among his five children. To Sancho he
+left Castile, to Alphonso Leon, to Garcia Galicia, to dona Urraca
+the city and lands of Zamora, and to dona Elvira Toro. Sancho,
+like his father, soon set about uniting the scattered inheritance.
+Ruy Diaz, a native of Bivar near Burgos, was his standard bearer
+against Alphonso at the battle of Volpejar, aided him in the
+Galician campaign and was active at the siege of Zamora, where
+Sancho was treacherously slain. Alphonso, the despoiled lord of
+Leon, succeeded to the throne of Castile. Ruy Diaz, now called the
+Campeador (Champion) in honor of his victory over a knight of
+Navarre, was sent with a force of men to collect the annual taxes
+from the tributary Moorish kings of Andalusia. Mudafar of Granada,
+eager to throw off the yoke of Castile, marched against the
+Campeador and the loyal Motamid of Seville, and was routed at the
+battle of Cabra. Garcia Ordonez who was fighting in the ranks of
+Mudafar was taken prisoner. It was here probably that the Cid
+acquired that tuft of Garcia's beard which he later produced with
+such convincing effect at Toledo. The Cid returned to Castile
+laden with booty and honors. The jealousy aroused by this exploit
+and by an equally successful raid against the region about Toledo
+caused the banishment of the Cid. From this time until his death
+he was ceaselessly occupied in warfare against the Moors.
+
+The way to Valencia was beset with more and greater difficulties
+than those described in the poem. The events of the first years of
+exile are closely associated with the moorish state of Zaragoza.
+At the death of its sovereign Almoktadir bitter strife arose
+between his two sons, Almutamin in Zaragoza and Alfagib in Denia.
+The Cid and his followers cast their lot with the former, while
+Alfagib sought in vain to maintain the balance by allying himself
+with Sancho of Aragon and Berenguer of Barcelona. After a decisive
+victory in which Berenguer was taken prisoner Almutamin returned
+to Zaragoza with his champion, "honoring him above his own son,
+his realm and all his possessions, so that he seemed almost the
+lord of the kingdom." There the Cid continued to increase in
+wealth and fame at the expense of Sancho of Aragon and Alfagib
+until the death of Almutamin.
+
+For a short time the Cid was restored to the good graces of
+Alphonso, but a misunderstanding during some joint military
+expedition brought a second decree of banishment. The Cid's
+possessions were confiscated and his wife and children cast into
+prison.
+
+The Cid then went to the support of Alkaadir, king of Valencia. He
+defeated the threatening Almoravides flushed with their victory
+over the Castilians at Zalaca. Again he chastised Berenguer of
+Barcelona. he hastened to answer a second summons from Alphonso,
+this time to bear aid in operations in the region about Granada.
+Suspecting that Alphonso intended treachery, he with drew from the
+camp toward Valencia. With Zaragoza as his base he laid waste the
+lands of Sancho and avenged himself upon Alphonso by ravaging
+Calahorra and Najera.
+
+Finally in 1092 the overthrow of Alkaadir prompted him to
+interfere definitely in the affairs of Valencia. He besieged the
+city closely and captured it in 1094. There he ruled, independent,
+until his death in 1099.
+
+Even the Moorish chroniclers of the twelfth century pay their
+tribute to the memory of the Cid by the virulence of their hatred.
+Aben Bassam wrote: "The might of this tyrant was ever growing
+until its weight was felt upon the highest peaks and in the
+deepest valleys, and filled with terror both noble and commoner. I
+have heard men say that when his eagerness was greatest and his
+ambition highest he uttered these words, 'If one Rodrigo brought
+ruin upon this Peninsula, another Rodrigo shall reconquer it!' A
+saying that filled the hearts of the believers with fear and
+caused them to think that what they anxiously dreaded would
+speedily come to pass. This man, who was the lash and scourge of
+his time, was, because of his love of glory, his steadfastness of
+character and his heroic valor, one of the miracles of the Lord.
+Victory ever followed Rodrigo's banner--may Allay curse him--he
+triumphed over the princes of the unbelievers . . . and with a
+handful of men confounded and dispersed their numerous armies.'
+[2] One can hardly look for strict neutrality in the verdicts of
+Moorish historians, but between the one extreme of fanaticism that
+led Aben Bassam elsewhere to call the Cid a robber and a Galician
+dog and the other that four centuries later urged his
+canonization, the true believer can readily discern the figure of
+a warrior who was neither saint nor bandit.
+
+[2] Aben Bassam, Tesoro (1109), cf. Dozy, Recherches sur
+l'histoire politique et litteraire d'Espagne pendant le Moyen Age.
+Leyden, 1849.
+
+The deeds of such a man naturally appealed to popular imagination,
+and it is not wonderful that there were substantial accretions
+that less than a hundred years later found their way into the
+Epic. Within an astonishingly short time the purely traditional
+elements of the marriage of the Cid's daughters and the Parliament
+at Toledo became its central theme. It is probable that such a
+vital change was not entirely due to conscious art in a poet whose
+distinguishing characteristic is his very unconsciousness. From
+his minute familiarity with the topography of the country about
+Medina and Gormaz, his affection for St. Stephen's, his utter lack
+of accuracy in his description of the siege of Valencia and from
+the disproportionate prominence given to such really insignificant
+episodes as the sieges of Castejon and Alcocer, Pidal has inferred
+that the unknown poet was himself a native of this region and that
+his story of the life of the Cid is the product of local
+tradition. [3] Moreover there is abundant evidence to prove that
+before the composition of the poem as it has come down to us, the
+compelling figure of the Cid had inspired other chants of an
+heroic if not epic nature.
+
+[3] Cid, 1, 72-73.
+
+From this vigorous plant patriotic fervor and sympathetic
+imagination caused to spring a perennial growth of popular
+legends. The "General Chronicle of Alphonso the Wise," begun in
+1270, reflects the national affection for the very chattels of the
+Cid. it relates that Babieca passed the evening of his life in
+ease and luxury and that his seed flourished in the land.
+
+After this constantly increasing biographical material had been
+developed and expanded through at least six chronicles and later
+epic treatment it was taken up by the ballads with a wealth of new
+episodes. Of these one of the most interesting is the Cid's duel
+with the conde Lozano and his marriage to Ximena. The hounds of
+Diego Lainez, the Cid's father, have seized a hare belonging to
+the conde Lozano, who considers that he has been grievously
+insulted thereby. Accordingly he retaliates with slurs that can
+removed only ont he field of honor. Diego Lainez, too old to
+fight, in order to discover which one of his three sons is worthy
+of clearing the honor of the family, bites the finger of each one
+successively. The two eldest utter only cries of pain, but Rodrigo
+with great spirit threatens his father. He is chosen to fight the
+conde Lozano and slays him. Ximena demands justice for her
+father's death, and protection. Thereupon by order of King
+Ferdinand the Cid and Ximena are married. Later we have Ximena's
+complaints that her husband's activity in the field against the
+Moors have tried her spirit sorely. There are many ballads that
+treat of the arming and consecration of the Cid in newly conquered
+Coimbra, of his victory over five Moorish kings who gave him the
+name Cid (Master), and became his tributaries, of the testament of
+Ferdinand in virtue of which the Cid is made the adviser of Sancho
+and Urraca. The siege of Zamora and the death of Sancho are
+fertile topics. At the accession of Alphonso the Cid forces him to
+swear a solemn oath that he was not party to the murder of his
+brother Sancho. Finally when the Cid is independent master of
+Valencia, the Sultan of Persia, hearing of his exploits, sends him
+rich presents and a magic balsam. This the Cid drinks when he is
+at the point of death. It preserves his dead body with such
+perfect semblance of life that, mounted on Babieca, he turns the
+victory of the Moor Bucar into utter rout.
+
+Not the least curious is the legend of the Jew who having feared
+the living Cid, desired to pluck his sacred beard as he lay in
+state in St. Peter's at Cardena. "This is the body of the Cid,"
+said he, "so praised of all, and men say that while he lived none
+plucked his beard. I would fain seize it and take it in my hand,
+for since he lies here dead he shall not prevent this." The Jew
+stretched forth his hand, but ere he touched that beard the Cid
+laid his hand upon his sword Tizona and drew it forth from its
+scabbard a handsbreadth. When the Jew beheld this he was struck
+with mighty fear, and backward he fell in a swoon for terror. Now
+this Jew was converted and ended his days in St. Peter's, a man of
+God.
+
+The uninitiated reader will doubtless miss in the Epic more than
+one of his most fondly cherished episodes. If he prefer the Cid of
+romance and fable, let him turn to the ballads and the Chronicle
+of the Cid. If he would cling to the punctilious, gallant hidalgo
+of the early seventeenth century, let him turn to the Cid of
+Guillem de Castro, or to Corneille's paragon. Don Quixote wisely
+said: "That there was a Cid there is no doubt, or Bernardo del
+Carpio either; but that they did the deeds men say they did, there
+is a doubt a-plenty." In the heroic heart of the Epic Cid one
+finds the simple nobility that later centuries have obscured with
+adornment.
+
+______________________
+
+THE LAY OF THE CID
+
+CANTAR I
+
+THE BANISHMENT OF THE CID
+
+I.
+He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore
+As he saw the yawning gateway and the hasps wrenched off the door,
+And the pegs whereon no mantle nor coat of vair there hung.
+There perched no moulting goshawk, and there no falcon swung.
+My lord the Cid sighed deeply such grief was in his heart
+And he spake well and wisely:
+"Oh Thou, in Heaven that art
+Our Father and our Master, now I give thanks to Thee.
+Of their wickedness my foemen have done this thing to me."
+
+II.
+Then they shook out the bridle rein further to ride afar.
+They had the crow on their right hand as they issued from Bivar;
+And as they entered Burgos upon their left it sped.
+And the Cid shrugged his shoulders, and the Cid shook his head:
+"Good tidings, Alvar Fanez. We are banished from our weal,
+But on a day with honor shall we come unto Castile."
+
+III.
+Roy Diaz entered Burgos with sixty pennons strong,
+And forth to look upon him did the men and women throng.
+And with their wives the townsmen at the windows stood hard by,
+And they wept in lamentation, their grief was risen so high.
+As with one mouth, together they spake with one accord:
+"God, what a noble vassal, an he had a worthy lord.
+
+IV.
+Fain had they made him welcome, but none dared do the thing
+For fear of Don Alfonso, and the fury of the King.
+His mandate unto Burgos came ere the evening fell.
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed well
+'That no man to Roy Diaz give shelter now, take heed
+And if one give him shelter, let him know in very deed
+He shall lose his whole possession, nay! the eyes within his head
+Nor shall his soul and body be found in better stead.'
+
+Great sorrow had the Christians, and from his face they hid.
+Was none dared aught to utter unto my lord the Cid.
+
+Then the Campeador departed unto his lodging straight.
+But when he was come thither, they had locked and barred the gate.
+In their fear of King Alfonso had they done even so.
+An the Cid forced not his entrance, neither for weal nor woe
+Durst they open it unto him. Loudly his men did call.
+Nothing thereto in answer said the folk within the hall.
+My lord the Cid spurred onward, to the doorway did he go.
+He drew his foot from the stirrup, he smote the door one blow.
+Yet the door would not open, for they had barred it fast.
+But a maiden of nine summers came unto him at last:
+
+"Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the sword.
+'This the King's will. Yestereven came the mandate of our lord.
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed with care:
+None to ope to you or greet you for any cause shall dare.
+And if we do, we forfeit houses and lands instead.
+Nay we shall lose, moreover, the eyes within the head
+And, Cid, with our misfortune, naught whatever dost thou gain.
+But may God with all his power support thee in thy pain."
+
+So spake the child and turned away. Unto her home went she.
+That he lacked the King's favor now well the Cid might see.
+He left the door; forth onward he spurred through Burgos town.
+When he had reached Saint Mary's, then he got swiftly down
+He fell upon his knee and prayed with a true heart indeed:
+and when the prayer was over, he mounted on the steed.
+North from the gate and over the Arlanzon he went.
+Here in the sand by Burgos, the Cid let pitch his tent.
+Roy Diaz, who in happy hour had girded on the brand,
+Since none at home would greet him, encamped there on the sand.
+With a good squadron, camping as if within the wood.
+They will not let him in Burgos buy any kind of food.
+Provender for a single day they dared not to him sell.
+
+V.
+Good Martin Antolinez in Burgos that did dwell
+To the Cid and to his henchmen much wine and bread gave o'er,
+That he bought not, but brought with him--of everything good
+store.
+
+Content was the great Campeador, and his men were of good cheer.
+Spake Martin Antolinez. His counsel you shall hear.
+"In happy hour, Cid Campeador, most surely wast thou born.
+Tonight here let us tarry, but let us flee at morn,
+For someone will denounce me, that thy service I have done.
+In the danger of Alfonso I certainly shall run.
+Late or soon, if I 'scape with thee the King must seek me forth
+For friendship's sake; if not, my wealth, a fig it is not worth.
+
+VI.
+Then said the Cid, who in good hour had girded on the steel:
+"Oh Martin Antolinez, thou art a good lance and leal.
+And if I live, hereafter I shall pay thee double rent,
+But gone is all my silver, and all my gold is spent.
+And well enough thou seest that I bring naught with me
+And many things are needful for my good company.
+Since by favor I win nothing by might then must I gain.
+I desire by thy counsel to get ready coffers twain.
+With the sand let us fill them, to lift a burden sore,
+And cover them with stamped leather with nails well studded o'er.
+
+VII.
+Ruddy shall be the leather, well gilded every nail.
+In my behalf do thou hasten to Vidas and Raquel.
+Since in Burgos they forbade me aught to purchase, and the King
+Withdraws his favor, unto them my goods I cannot bring.
+They are heavy, and I must pawn them for whatso'er is right.
+That Christians may not see it, let them come for them by night.
+May the Creator judge it and of all the Saints the choir.
+I can no more, and I do it against my own desire."
+
+VIII.
+Martin stayed not. Through Burgos he hastened forth, and came
+To the Castle. Vidas and Raquel, he demanded them by name.
+
+IX.
+Raquel and Vidas sate to count their goods and profits through,
+When up came Antolinez, the prudent man and true.
+
+"How now Raquel and Vidas, am I dear unto your heart,
+I would speak close." They tarried not. All three they went apart.
+"Give me, Raquel and Vidas, your hands for promise sure
+That you will not betray me to Christian or to Moor.
+I shall make you rich forever. You shall ne'er be needy more.
+When to gather in the taxes went forth the Campeador,
+Many rich goods he garnered, but he only kept the best.
+Therefore this accusation against him was addressed.
+And now two mighty coffers full of pure gold hath he.
+Why he lost the King's favor a man may lightly see.
+He has left his halls and houses, his meadow and his field,
+And the chests he cannot bring you lest he should stand revealed.
+The Campeador those coffers will deliver to your trust.
+And do you lend unto him whatsoever may be just.
+Do you take the chests and keep them, but swear a great oath here
+That you will not look within them for the space of all this
+year."
+
+The two took counsel:
+"Something to our profit must inure
+In all barter. He gained something in the country of the Moor
+When he marched there, for many goods he brought with him away.
+But he sleeps not unsuspected, who brings coined gold to pay.
+Let the two of us together take now the coffers twain.
+In some place let us put them where unseen they shall remain.
+
+"What the lord Cid demandeth, we prithee let us hear,
+And what will be our usury for the space of all this year?"
+
+Said Martin Antolinez like a prudent man and true:
+"Whatever you deem right and just the Cid desires of you.
+He will ask little since his goods are left in a safe place.
+But needy men on all sides beseech the Cid for grace.
+For six hundred marks of money, the Cid is sore bested."
+
+"We shall give them to him gladly," Raquel and Vidas said.
+
+"'Tis night. The Cid is sorely pressed. So give the marks to us.
+Answered Raquel and Vidas: "Men do not traffic thus.
+But first they take their surety and thereafter give the fee."
+Said Martin Antolinez:
+"So be it as for me.
+Come ye to the great Campeador for 'tis but just and fair
+That we should help you with the chests, and put them in your
+care,
+So that neither Moor nor Christian thereof shall hear the tale."
+
+"Therewith are we right well content," said Vidas and Raquel,
+"You shall have marks six hundred when we bring the chests again."
+
+And Martin Antolinez rode forth swiftly with the twain.
+And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go,
+But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know
+Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent.
+When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent.
+My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he:
+
+"Ha, don Raquel and Vidas, you have forgotten me!
+And now must I get hence away who am banished in disgrace,
+For the king from me in anger hath turned away his face.
+I deem that from my chattels you shall gain somewhat of worth.
+And you shall lack for nothing while you dwell upon the earth.'
+
+A-kissing of his hands forthwith Raquel and Vidas fell.
+Good Martin Antolinez had made the bargain well,
+That to him on the coffers marks six hundred they should lend.
+And keep them safe, moreover, till the year had made an end.
+For so their word was given and sworn to him again,
+If they looked ere that within them, forsworn should be the twain,
+The Cid would never give them one groat of usury.
+
+Said Martin, "Let the chests be ta'en as swiftly as may be,
+Take them, Raquel and Vidas, and keep them in your care.
+And we shall even go with you that the money we may bear,
+For ere the first cock croweth must my lord the Cid depart."
+
+At the loading of the coffers you had seen great joy of heart.
+For they could not heave the great chests up though they were
+stark and hale.
+Dear was the minted metal to Vidas and Raquel;
+And they would be rich forever till their two lives it were o'er
+
+X.
+The hand of my good lord the Cid, Raquel had kissed once more:
+"Ha! Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.
+Forth from Castile thou goest to the men of a strange land.
+Such is become thy fortune and great thy gain shall be
+Ah Cid, I kiss thine hands again--but make a gift to me
+Bring me a Moorish mantle splendidly wrought and red."
+"So be it. It is granted," the Cid in answer said,
+"If from abroad I bring it, well doth the matter stand;
+If not, take it from the coffers I leave here in your hand."
+
+And then Raquel and Vidas bore the two chests away.
+With Martin Antolinez into Burgos entered they.
+And with fitting care, and caution unto their dwelling sped.
+And in the midmost of the hall a plaited quilt they spread.
+And a milk-white cloth of linen thereon did they unfold.
+Three hundred marks of silver before them Martin told.
+And forthwith Martin took them, no whit the coins he weighed.
+Then other marks three hundred in gold to him they paid.
+Martin had five esquires. He loaded all and one.
+You shall hear what said don Martin when all this gear was done:
+
+"Ha! don Raquel and Vidas, ye have the coffers two.
+Well I deserve a guerdon, who obtained this prize for you."
+
+XI.
+Together Vidas and Raquel stepped forth apart thereon:
+"Let us give him a fair present for our profit he has won.
+Good Martin Antolinez in Burgos that dost dwell,
+We would give thee a fair present for thou deserves well.
+Therewith get breeches and a cloak and mantle rich and fine.
+Thou hast earned it. For a present these thirty marks are thine.
+For it is but just and honest, and, moreover, thou wilt stand
+Our warrant in this bargain whereto we set our hand."
+
+Don Martin thanked them duly and took the marks again.
+He yearned to leave the dwelling and well he wished the twain.
+He is gone out from Burgos. O'er the Arlanzon he went.
+And him who in good hour was born he found within his tent.
+
+The Cid arose and welcomed him, with arms held wide apart:
+"Thou art come, Antolinez, good vassal that thou art!
+May you live until the season when you reap some gain of me."
+
+"Here have I come, my Campeador, with as good heed as might be.
+Thou hast won marks six hundred, and thirty more have I.
+Ho! order that they strike the tents and let us swiftly fly.
+In San Pedro de Cardenas let us hear the cock ere day.
+We shall see your prudent lady, but short shall be our stay.
+And it is needful for us from the kingdom forth to wend,
+For the season of our suffrance drawns onward to its end."
+
+XII.
+They spake these words and straightaway the tent upgathered then,
+My lord the Cid rode swiftly with all his host of men.
+And forth unto Saint Mary's the horse's head turned he,
+And with his right hand crossed himself: "God, I give thanks to
+thee
+Heaven and Earth that rulest. And thy favor be my weal
+Holy Saint Mary, for forthright must I now quit Castile.
+For I look on the King with anger, and I know not if once more
+I shall dwell there in my life-days. But may thy grace watch o'er
+My parting, Blessed Virgin, and guard me night and day.
+If thou do so and good fortune come once more in my way,
+I will offer rich oblations at thine altar, and I swear
+Most solemnly that I will chant a thousand masses there."
+
+XIII.
+And the lord Cid departed fondly as a good man may.
+Forthwith they loosed the horses, and out they spurred away.
+Said good Martin Antolinez in Burgos that did dwell:
+"I would see my lady gladly and advise my people well
+What they shall do hereafter. It matters not to me
+Though the King take all. Ere sunrise I shall come unto thee."
+
+XIV.
+Martin went back to Burgos but my lord the Cid spurred on
+To San Pedro of Cardenas as hard as horse could run,
+With all his men about him who served him as is due.
+And it was nigh to morning, and the cocks full oft they crew,
+When at last my lord the Campeador unto San Pedro came.
+God's Christian was the Abbot. Don Sancho was his name;
+And he was saying matins at the breaking of the day.
+With her five good dames in waiting Ximena there did pray.
+They prayed unto Saint Peter and God they did implore:
+"O thou who guidest all mankind, succor the Campeador."
+
+XV.
+One knocked at the doorway, and they heard the tidings then.
+God wot the Abbot Sancho was the happiest of men.
+With the lights and with the candles to the court they ran forth
+right,
+And him who in good hour was born they welcomed in delight.
+
+"My lord Cid," quoth the Abbot, "Now God be praised of grace!
+Do thou accept my welcome, since I see thee in this place."
+And the Cid who in good hour was born, hereunto answered he:
+
+"My thanks to thee, don Sancho, I am content with thee.
+For myself and for my vassals provision will I make.
+Since I depart to exile, these fifty marks now take.
+If I may live my life-span, they shall be doubled you.
+To the Abbey not a groatsworth of damage will I do.
+For my lady do I give you an hundred marks again,
+Herself, her dames and daughters for this year do you maintain.
+I leave two daughters with you, but little girls they be.
+In thine arms keep them kindly. I commend them here to thee.
+Don Sancho do thou guard them, and of my wife take care.
+If thou wantest yet and lackest for anything whate'er,
+Look well to their provision, thee I conjure once more,
+And for one mark that thou spendest the Abbey shall have four."
+And with glad heart the Abbot his full assent made plain.
+And lo! the Dame Ximena came with her daughters twain.
+Each had her dame-in-waiting who the little maiden bore.
+And Dame Ximena bent the knee before the Campeador.
+And fain she was to kiss his hand, and, oh, she wept forlorn!
+
+"A boon! A boon! my Campeador. In a good hour wert thou born.
+And because of wicked slanderers art thou banished from the land.
+
+XVI.
+"Oh Campeador fair-bearded, a favor at thy hand!
+Behold I kneel before thee, and thy daughters are here with me,
+That have seen of days not many, for children yet they be,
+And these who are my ladies to serve my need that know.
+Now well do I behold it, thou art about to go.
+Now from thee our lives a season must sunder and remove,
+But unto us give succor for sweet Saint Mary's love."
+
+The Cid, the nobly bearded, reached down unto the twain,
+And in his arms his daughters has lifted up again,
+And to his heart he pressed them, so great his love was grown,
+And his tears fell fast and bitter, and sorely did he moan:
+"Ximena as mine own spirit I loved thee, gentle wife;
+But o'er well dost thou behold it, we must sunder in our life.
+I must flee and thou behind me here in the land must stay.
+Please God and sweet Saint Mary that yet upon a day
+I shall give my girls in marriage with mine own hand rich and
+well,
+And thereafter in good fortune be suffered yet to dwell,
+May they grant me, wife, much honored, to serve thee then once
+more."
+
+XVII.
+A mighty feast they had prepared for the Great Campeador
+The bells within San Pedro they clamor and they peal.
+That my lord the Cid is banished men cry throughout Castile.
+And some have left their houses, from their lands some fled away.
+Of knights an hundred and fifteen were seen upon that day,
+By the bridge across the Arlanzon together they came o'er.
+One and all were they calling on the Cid Campeador.
+And Martin Antolinez has joined him with their power.
+They sought him in San Pedro, who was born in a good hour.
+
+XVIII.
+When that his host was growing, heard the great Cid of Bivar,
+Swift he rode forth to meet them, for his fame would spread afar.
+When they were come before him, he smiled on them again.
+And one and all drew near him and to kiss his hand were fain.
+My lord the Cid spake gladly: "Now to our God on high
+I make my supplication that ere I come to die I
+may repay your service that house and land has cost,
+And return unto you double the possession that ye lost."
+
+My lord the Cid was merry that so great his commons grew,
+And they that were come to him they all were merry too.
+
+Six days of grace are over, and there are left but three,
+Three and no more. The Cid was warned upon his guard to be,
+For the King said, if thereafter he should find him in the land,
+Then neither gold nor silver should redeem him from his hand.
+And now the day was over and night began to fall
+His cavaliers unto him he summoned one and all:
+
+"Hearken, my noble gentlemen. And grieve not in your care.
+Few goods are mine, yet I desire that each should have his share.
+As good men ought, be prudent. When the cocks crow at day,
+See that the steeds are saddled, nor tarry nor delay.
+In San Pedro to say matins the Abbot good will be;
+He will say mass in our behalf to the Holy Trinity.
+And when the mass is over, from the abbey let us wend,
+For the season of our sufferance draws onward to an end.
+And it is sure, moreover, that we have far to go."
+Since so the Cid had ordered, they must do even so.
+Night passed, and came the morning. The second cock he crew;
+Forthwith upon the horses the caparisons they threw.
+
+And the bells are rung for matins with all the haste they may.
+My lord Cid and his lady to church they went their way.
+On the steps Ximena cast herself, that stood the shrine before,
+And to God passionately she prayed to guard the Campeador:
+
+"Our Father who art in Heaven, such glory is in Thee!
+Thou madest firmament and earth, on the third day the sea.
+The stars and moon Thou madest, and the great sun to warm.
+In the womb of Mary Mother, Thou tookest human form.
+Thou didst appear in Bethlehem as was Thy will and choice.
+And in Thy praise and glory shepherds lifted up their voice.
+And thither to adore Thee from Arabia afar
+Came forth the three kings, Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar.
+And gold and myrrh and frankincense they proffered eagerly.
+Thou didst spare the prophet Jonah when he fell into the sea.
+And Thou didst rescue Daniel from the lions in the cave.
+And, moreover, in Rome city Saint Sebastian didst Thou save.
+From the sinful lying witness Saint Susanna didst Thou ward.
+And years two and thirty didst Thou walk the Earth, our Lord,
+Showing, the which all men take heed, Thy miracles divine.
+Of the stone, bread Thou madest, and of the water, wine.
+Thou didst raise up Saint Lazarus according to Thy will.
+Thou didst let the Hebrews take Thee. On Calvary the hill,
+In the place Golgotha by name, Thee, Lord, they crucified.
+And the two thieves were with Thee, whom they hanged on either
+side,
+One is in heaven, the other he came not thereunto.
+A miracle most mighty on the cross there didst Thou do.
+Blind was Longinus never had seen from his birth-year.
+The side of our Lord Jesus he pierced it with the spear.
+Forth the blood issued swiftly, and ran down the shaft apace.
+It stained his hands. He raised them and put them to his face.
+Forthwith his eyes were opened and in every way might see.
+He is ransomed from destruction for he straight believed on Thee.
+From the sepulchre Thou rosest, and into Hell didst go,
+According to Thy purpose, and its gates didst overthrow,
+To bring forth the Holy Fathers. And King of Kings Thou art,
+And of all the world the Father, and Thee with all my heart
+Do I worship and acknowledge, and further I implore
+That Saint Peter speed my prayer for the Cid Campeador,
+That God keep his head from evil; and when this day we twain
+Depart, then grant it to us that we meet in life again."
+
+And now the prayer is over and the mass in its due course.
+From church they came, and already were about to get to horse.
+And the Cid clasped Ximena, but she, his hand she kissed.
+Sore wept the Dame, in no way the deed to do she wist.
+He turned unto his daughters and he looked upon the two:
+"To the Spiritual Father, have I commended you.
+We must depart. God knoweth when we shall meet again."
+Weeping most sore--for never hast thou beheld such pain
+As the nail from the flesh parteth, from each other did they part.
+
+And Cid with all his vassals disposed himself to start,
+And as he waited for them anew he turned his head,
+Minaya AIvar Fanez then in good season said:
+
+"Cid! Where is now thy courage? Upon a happy day
+Wast thou born. Let us bethink us of the road and haste away.
+A truce to this. Rejoicing out of these griefs shall grow.
+The God who gave us spirits shall give us aid also."
+
+Don Sancho the good Abbot, they charged him o'er again
+To watch and ward Ximena and likewise her daughters twain,
+And the ladies that were with them. That he shall have no lack
+Of guerdon let the Abbot know. By this was he come back,
+Then out spake Alvar Fanez: "Abbot, if it betide
+That men should come desirous in our company to ride,
+Bid them follow but be ready on a long road to go
+Through the sown and through the desert; they may overtake us so."
+
+They got them upon horseback, they let the rein go slack.
+The time drew near when on Castile they needs must turn the back.
+Spinaz de Can, it was the place where the Cid did alight.
+And a great throng of people welcomed him there that night.
+On the next day at morning, he got to horse once more,
+And forth unto his exile rode the true Campeador.
+To the left of San Estevan the good town did he wheel.
+He marched through Alcobiella the frontier of Castile.
+O'er the highway to Quinea his course then has he bent.
+Hard by Navas de Palos o'er Duero stream he went.
+All night at Figueruela did my lord the Cid abide.
+And very many people welcomed him on every side..
+
+XIX.
+When it was night the Cid lay down. In a deep sleep he fell,
+And to him in a vision came the angel Gabriel:
+
+"Ride, Cid, most noble Campeador, for never yet did knight
+Ride forth upon an hour whose aspect was so bright.
+While thou shalt live good fortune shall be with thee and shine."
+When he awoke, upon his face he made the holy sign.
+
+XX.
+He crossed himself, and unto God his soul commended then,
+he was glad of the vision that had come into his ken
+The next day at morning they began anew to wend.
+Be it known their term of sufferance at the last has made an end.
+In the mountains of Miedes the Cid encamped that night,
+With the towers of Atienza where the Moors reign on the right.
+
+XXI.
+'Twas not yet come to sunset, and lingered still the day.
+My lord the Cid gave orders his henchmen to array.
+Apart from the footsoldiers, and valiant men of war,
+There were three hundred lances that each a pennon bore.
+
+XXII.
+"Feed all the horses early, so may our God you speed.
+Let him eat who will; who will not, let him get upon the steed.
+
+We shall pass the mountain ranges rough and of dreadful height.
+The land of King Alfonso we can leave behind tonight.
+And whosoe'er will seek us shall find us ready then."
+
+By night the mountain ranges he traversed with his men.
+Morn came. From the hills downward they were about to fare.
+In a marvelous great forest the Cid bade halt them there,
+And to feed the horses early; and he told them all aright
+In what way he was desirous that they should march by night.
+They all were faithful vassals and gave assent thereto;
+The behests of their great captain it behooved them all to do.
+Ere night, was every man of them unto the riding fit.
+So did the Cid that no man might perchance get wind of it.
+They marched all through the night-tide and rested not at all.
+Near Henares a town standeth that Castejon men call.
+There the Cid went into ambush with the men of his array.
+
+XXIII.
+He couched there in the ambush till the breaking of the day.
+This Minaya Alvar Fanez had counselled and had planned:
+
+"Ha, Cid, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.
+Thou with an hundred henchmen shalt abide to hold the rear.
+Till we have drawn forth Castejon unto the bushment here.
+But give me now two hundred men on a harrying raid to ride.
+We shall win much if thy fortune and our God be on our side.
+
+"Well didst thou speak, Minaya," the Campeador he said,
+"Do thou with the two hundred ride on a harrying raid.
+With Alvar Salvadorez, Alvar Alvarez shall advance,
+likewise Galind Garciaz, who is a gallant lance.
+Let them ride beside Minaya, each valiant cavalier.
+Let them ride unfearing forward and turn from naught for fear.
+Out unto Guadalajara, from Hita far and wide,
+To Alcala the city forth let the harriers ride.
+That they bring all the booty let them be very sure,
+Let them leave naught behind them for terror of the Moor.
+Here with an hundred lances in the rear will I remain,
+And capture Castejon good store of provender to gain.
+If thou come in any danger as thou ridest on the raid,
+Send swiftly hither, and all Spain shall say how I gave aid."
+Now all the men were chosen who on the raid should ride,
+And those who in the rearguard with the lord Cid should abide.
+
+And now the dawn was breaking and morning coming on,
+And the sun rising. Very God! how beautifully it shone!
+All men arose in Castejon, and wide they threw the gates;
+And forth they went to oversee their farmlands and estates.
+All were gone forth, and the gates stand open as they were thrown,
+And but a little remnant were left in Castejon.
+Round the city were the people scattered the whole country o'er.
+Then forth out of the ambush issued the Campeador.
+And without fail round Castejon he rushed along his way.
+The Moors, both men and women, he took them for a prey,
+And of their flocks as many as thereabouts there strayed.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo straight for the gateway made,
+And they that held it, when they saw that swift attack begin,
+Fled in great fear, and through the gates Roy Diaz entered in
+With the sword naked in his hand; and fifteen Moors he slew
+Whom he ran down. In Castejon much gold, and silver too,
+He captured. Then unto him his knights the booty brought.
+To my lord Cid they bore it. The spoil they valued naught.
+
+Lo! the two hundred men and three to plunder that rode out,
+Sped fearlessly, and ravaged the country roundabout.
+For the banner of Minaya unto Alcala did gleam.
+Then they bore home the booty up the Henares stream
+Past Guadalajara. Booty exceeding great they bore
+Of sheep and kine and vesture and of other wealth good store.
+Straightway returned Minaya. None dared the rear attack.
+With the treasure they had taken his company turned back.
+Lo, they wore come to Castejon, where the Campeador abode.
+He left the hold well guarded. Out from the place he rode.
+With all his men about him to meet them did he come,
+And with arms wide asunder welcomed Minaya home:
+
+"Thou art come, Alvar Fanez, good lance thou art indeed.
+Whereso I send thee, in such wise I well may hope to speed.
+Put straightway al] together the spoil both shine and mine;
+The fifth part of all, Minaya, an thou so desire, is thine."
+
+XXIV.
+"Much do I thank thee for it, illustrious Campeador.
+With what thou giv'st me, the fifth part of all our spoils of war,
+The King Alfonso of Castile full well content would be.
+I renounce it in thy favor; and without a claim to thee.
+But I swear to God who dwelleth in the high firmament,
+That till upon my charger I gallop in content
+Against the Moors, and till I wield both spear and brand again,
+And till unto my elbow from the blade the blood doth drain
+Before the Cid illustrious, howe'er so small it be,
+I will not take the value of a copper groat from thee.
+When through me some mighty treasure thou hast at thy command.
+I will take thy gift; till such a time, all else is in thine
+hand."
+
+XXV.
+They heaped the spoil together. Pondered the Cid my lord,
+He who in happy hour had girded on the sword,
+How tidings of his raiding to the King would come ere long,
+And Alfonso soon would seek him with his host to do him wrong.
+He bade his spoil-dividers make a division fair,
+And furthermore in writing give to each man his share.
+The fortune of each cavalier had sped exceeding well,
+One hundred marks of silver to each of them there fell,
+And each of the foot soldiers the half of that obtained.
+A round fifth of the treasure for my lord the Cid remained
+But here he could not sell it, nor in gifts give it away.
+No captives, men or women, he desired in his array.
+And with the men of Castejon he spoke to this intent
+To Hita and Guadalajara ambassadors he sent
+To find how high the ransom of the fifth part they would rate.
+Even as they assessed it, his profit would be great.
+Three thousand marks of silver the Moors agreed to pay.
+The Cid was pleased. And duly was it paid on the third day.
+
+My lord the Cid determined with all his men of war
+That there within the castle they would abide no more,
+And that they would have held it, but that water sore it lacked:
+
+"Ye Moors are friendly to the King; even so runs the pact,
+With his host will he pursue us. And I desire to flee
+From Castejon; Minaya and my men, so hark to me;
+
+XXVI.
+"Nor take it ill, mine utterance. For here we cannot stay.
+The king will come to seek us, for he is not far away;
+But to destroy the castle seems in no way good to me.
+An hundred Moorish women in that place I will set free
+And of the Moors an hundred. Since there, as it befell,
+I captured them. Hereafter shall they all speak of me well.
+Ye all are paid; among you is no man yet to pay.
+Let us on the morrow morning prepare to ride away,
+For against my lord AIfonso the strife I would not stir."
+
+What the Cid said was pleasing to his every follower.
+Rich men they all departed from the hold that they had ta'en
+And the Moors both men and women blessed them o'er and o'er again.
+
+Up the Henares hastened they and hard they rode and strong.
+They passed through the Alcarrias, and swift they marched along,
+By the Caverns of Anquita they hastened on their way.
+They crossed the stream. Into Taranz the great plain entered they,
+And on down through that region as hard as they might fare.
+Twixt Fariza and Cetina would the Cid seek shelter there.
+And a great spoil he captured in the country as he went,
+For the Moors had no inkling whatso'er of his intent.
+On the next day marched onward the great Cid of Bivar,
+And he went by Alhama, and down the vale afar.
+And he passed Bubierca and Ateca likewise passed,
+And it was nigh to Alcocer that he would camp at last
+Upon a rounded hillock that was both strong and high.
+They could not rob him of water; the Jalon it flowed hard by.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo planned to storm Alcocer.
+
+XXVII. He pitched a strong encampment upon the hillock there,
+Some men were toward the mountains, some by the stream arrayed.
+The gallant Cid, who in good hour had girded on the blade,
+Bade his men near the water dig a trench about the height,
+That no man might surprise them by day nor yet by night.
+So might men know that there the Cid had taken up his stand.
+
+XXVIII.
+And thereupon the tidings went out through all that land,
+How my lord Cid the Campeador had there got footing sure,
+He is gone forth from the Christians, he is come unto the Moor,
+In his presence no man dareth plough the farmlands as of yore.
+Very merry with his vassals was the great Campeador.
+And Alcocer the Castle wider tribute had he laid.
+
+XXIX.
+In Alcocer the burghers to the Cid their tribute paid
+And all the dwellers in Terrer and Teca furthermore.
+And the townsmen of Calatayud, know well, it irked them sore.
+Full fifteen weeks he tarried there, but the town yielded not.
+And when he saw it forthwith the Cid devised a plot.
+Save one left pitched behind him, he struck his every tent.
+Then with his ensign lifted, down the Jalon he went,
+With mail-shirts on and girded swords, as a wise man should him
+bear.
+To draw forth to his ambush the men of Alcocer.
+And when they saw it, name of God! How glad was everyone!
+"The provender and fodder of my lord the Cid are gone.
+If he leaves one tent behind him, the burden is not light
+Of the others that he beareth. He 'scapes like one in flight.
+Let us now fall upon him, great profit shall we gain.
+We shall win a mighty booty before he shall be ta'en
+By them who have their dwelling in the city of Terrer;
+For if by chance they take him, in the spoil we shall not share.
+The tribute that he levied, double he shall restore."
+
+Forth from the town of Alcocer in wild haste did they pour.
+When the Cid saw them well without he made as if he fled;
+With his whole host in confusion down the Jalon he sped.
+
+"The prize 'scapes," cried the townsmen. Forth rushed both great
+and small,
+In the lust of conquest thinking of nothing else at all.
+They left the gates unguarded, none watched them any more.
+And then his face upon them turned the great Campeador,
+He saw how twixt them and their hold there lay a mighty space;
+He made them turn the standard. They spurred the steeds apace.
+"Ho! cavaliers! Now swiftly let every man strike in,
+By the Creator's favor this battle we shall win."
+And there they gave them battle in the midmost of the mead.
+Ah God! is the rejoicing on this morning great indeed.
+The Cid and Alvar Fanez went spurring on ahead;
+Know ye they had good horses that to their liking sped.
+'Twixt the townsmen and the castle swiftly the way they broke.
+And the Cid's henchmen merciless, came striking stroke on stroke,
+In little space three hundred of the Moors they there have slain.
+Loud was the shouting of the Moors in the ambush that were ta'en.
+But the twain left them; on they rushed. Right for the hold they
+made
+And at the gate they halted, each with a naked blade.
+Then up came the Cid's henchmen for the foe were all in flight.
+Know ye the Cid has taken Alcocer by such a sleight.
+
+XXX.
+Per Vermudoz came thither who the Cid's flag did bear.
+On the high place of the city he lifted it in air.
+Outspoke the Cid Roy Diaz. Born in good hour was he:
+
+"To God in Heaven and all his saints great thanks and praises be.
+We shall better now our lodging for cavalier and steed."
+
+XXXI.
+Alvar Fanez and all ye my knights, now hearken and give heed
+We have taken with the castle a booty manifold.
+Dead are the Moors. Not many of the living I behold.
+Surely we cannot sell them the women and the men;
+And as for striking off their heads, we shall gain nothing then.
+ln the hold let us receive them, for we have the upper hand.
+When we lodge within their dwellings, they shall do as we
+command."
+
+XXXII.
+The Cid with all his booty lieth in Alcocer.
+He let the tent be sent for, that he left behind him there.
+It irked the men of Teca, wroth in Terrer were they;
+Know ye on all Calatayud sorely the thing did weigh.
+To the Sovereign of Valencia they sent the news apace:
+How that the King Alfonso hath banished in disgrace
+One whom men call my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz of Bivar,
+He came to lodge by Alcocer, and strong his lodgings are.
+He drew them out to ambush; he has won the castle there.
+"If thou aidest not needs must thou lose both Teca and Terrer,
+Thou wilt have lost Calatayud that cannot stand alone.
+All things will go to ruin on the banks of the Jalon,
+And round about Jiloca on the far bank furthermore."
+
+When the King Tamin had heard it, his heart was troubled sore:
+"Here do I see three Moorish kings. Let two without delay
+With three thousand Moors and weapons for the fight ride there
+away;
+Likewise they shall be aided by the men of the frontier.
+See that ye take him living and bring him to me here.
+He must pay for the realm's trespass till I be satisfied."
+
+Three thousand Moors have mounted and fettled them to ride.
+All they unto Segorbe have come to lodge that night.
+The next day they got ready to ride at morning light.
+In the evening unto Celfa they came the night to spend.
+And there they have determined for the borderers to send.
+Little enow they tarried; from every side they came.
+Then they went forth from Celfa (of Canal it has its name),
+Never a whit they rested, but marched the livelong day.
+And that night unto their lodging in Calatayud came they.
+And they sent forth their heralds through the length of all the
+land.
+A great and sovran army they gathered to their hand.
+With the two Kings Fariz and Galve (these are the names they
+bear).
+They will besiege my noble lord the Cid in Alcocer.
+
+XXXIII.
+They pitched the tents and got them to their lodging there and
+then.
+Strong grew their bands for thereabouts was found great store of
+men.
+Moreover all the outposts, which the Moors set in array,
+Marched ever hither and thither in armour night and day.
+And many are the outposts, and great that host of war.
+From the Cid's men, of water have they cut off all the store.
+My lord the Cid's brave squadrons great lust to fight they had,
+But he who in good hour was born firmly the thing forbade.
+For full three weeks together they hemmed the city in.
+
+XXXIV.
+When three weeks were well nigh over and the fourth would soon
+begin,
+My lord Cid and his henchmen agreed after this guise:
+
+"They have cut us off from water; and our food must fail likewise.
+They will not grant unto us that we depart by night,
+And very great is their power for us to face and fight.
+My knights what is your pleasure, now say, that we shall do.?
+Then first outspake Minaya the good knight and the true:
+
+"Forth from Castile the noble unto this place we sped;
+If with the Moors we fight not, they will not give us bread.
+Here are a good six hundred and some few more beside.
+In the name of the Creator let nothing else betide:
+Let us smite on them tomorrow."
+
+The Campeador said he:
+"Minaya Alvar Fanez, thy speaking liketh me.
+Thou hast done thyself much honor, as of great need thou must."
+
+All the Moors, men and women, he bade them forth to thrust
+That none his secret counsel might understand aright
+And thereupon they armed them all through that day and night.
+And the next day in the dawning when soon the sun should rise,
+The Cid was armed and with him all the men of his emprise.
+My lord the Cid spake to them even as you shall hear.
+
+"Let all go forth, let no one here tarry in the rear,
+Save only two footsoldiers the gates to watch and shield.
+They will capture this our castle, if we perish in the field;
+But if we win, our fortunes shall grow both great and fair.
+Per Vermudoz, my banner I bid thee now to bear;
+As thou art very gallant, do thou keep it without stain.
+But unless I so shall order thou shalt not loose the rein."
+
+He kissed the Cid's hand. Forth he ran the battle-flag to take.
+They oped the gates, and outward in a great rush did they break.
+And all the outposts of the Moor beheld them coming on,
+And back unto the army forthwith they got them gone.
+What haste there was among the Moors! To arm they turned them
+back.
+With the thunder of the war-drum the earth was like to crack.
+There might you see Moors arming, that swift their ranks did
+close.
+Above the Moorish battle two flags-in-chief arose,
+But of their mingling pennons the number who shall name?
+Now all the squadrons of the Moors marching right onward came,
+That the Cid and all his henchmen they might capture out of hand.
+
+"My gallant men here in this place see that ye firmly stand,
+Let no man leave the war-ranks till mine order I declare."
+
+Per Vermudoz, he found it too hard a thing to bear,
+He spurred forth with the banner that in his hand he bore:
+
+"May the Creator aid thee, thou true Cid Campeador,
+Through the line of battle yonder thy standard I will take;
+I shall see how you bring succor, who must for honor's sake."
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity, go not to the attack."
+For answer said Per Vermudoz: "Is naught shall hold me back."
+Spurring the steed he hurled him through the strong line of the
+foes.
+The serried Moors received him and smote him mighty blows,
+To take from him the banner; yet they could not pierce his mail.
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity go help him to prevail."
+
+XXXV.
+Before their breasts the war-shields there have they buckled
+strong,
+The lances with the pennons they laid them low along,
+And they have bowed their faces over the saddlebow,
+And thereaway to strike them with brave hearts did they go.
+He who in happy hour was born with a great voice did call:
+
+"For the love of the Creator, smite them, my gallants ah.
+I am Roy Diaz of Bivar, the Cid, the Campeador."
+
+At the rank where was Per Vermudoz the mighty strokes they bore.
+They are three hundred lances that each a pennon bear.
+At one blow every man of them his Moor has slaughtered there,
+And when they wheeled to charge anew as many more were slain.
+
+XXXV.
+You might see great clumps of lances lowered and raised again,
+And many a shield of leather pierced and shattered by the stroke,
+And many a coat of mail run through, its meshes all to-broke,
+And many a white pennon come forth all red with blood,
+And running without master full many a charger good.
+
+Cried the Moors "Mahound!" The Christians shouted on Saint James
+of grace.
+On the field Moors thirteen hundred were slain in little space.
+
+XXXVII.
+On his gilded selle how strongly fought the Cid, the splendid
+knight.
+And Minaya Alvar Fanez who Zorita held of right,
+And brave Martin Antolinez that in Burgos did abide,
+And likewise Muno Gustioz, the Cid's esquire tried!
+So also Martin Gustioz who ruled Montemayor,
+And by Alvar Salvadorez Alvar Alvarez made war
+And Galind Garciaz the good knight that came from Aragon,
+There too came Felez Munoz the Cid his brother's son.
+As many as were gathered there straightway their succor bore,
+And they sustained the standard and the Cid Campeador.
+
+XXXVIII.
+Of Minaya Alvar Fanez the charger they have slain
+The gallant bands of Christians came to his aid amain.
+His lance was split and straightway he set hand upon the glaive,
+What though afoot, no whit the less he dealt the buffets brave.
+The Cid, Roy Diaz of Castile, saw how the matter stood.
+He hastened to a governor that rode a charger good.
+With his right hand he smote him such a great stroke with the
+sword
+That the waist he clave; the half of him he hurled unto the sward.
+To Minaya Alvar Fanez forthwith he gave the steed.
+"Right arm of mine, Minaya, now horse thee with all speed!
+I shall have mighty succor from thee this very day.
+
+The Moors leave not the battle; firm standeth their array,
+And surely it behooves us to storm their line once more."
+
+Sword in hand rode Minaya; on their host he made great war,
+Whom he overtook soever, even to death he did.
+He who was born in happy hour, Roy Diaz, my lord Cid,
+Thrice smote against King Fariz. Twice did the great strokes fail,
+But the third found the quarry. And down his shirt of mail
+Streamed the red blood. To leave the field he wheeled his horse
+away.
+By that one stroke the foeman were conquered in the fray.
+
+XXXIX.
+And Martin Antolinez a heavy stroke let drive
+At Galve. On his helmet the rubies did he rive;
+The stroke went through the helmet for it reached unto the flesh.
+Be it known, he dared not tarry for the man to strike afresh.
+King Fariz and King Galve, but beaten men are they.
+What a great day for Christendom! On every side away
+Fled the Moors. My lord Cid's henchmen still striking gave them
+chase.
+Into Terrer came Fariz, but the people of the place
+Would not receive King Galve. As swiftly as he might
+Onward unto Calatayud he hastened in his flight.
+And after him in full pursuit came on the Campeador.
+Till they came unto Calatayud that chase they gave not o'er.
+
+XL.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez hath a horse that gallops well.
+Of the Moors four and thirty that day before him fell.
+And all his arm was bloody, for 'tis a biting sword;
+And streaming from his elbow downward the red blood poured.
+Said Minaya: "Now am I content; well will the rumor run
+To Castile, for a pitched battle my lord the Cid hath won."
+Few Moors are left, so many have already fallen dead,
+For they who followed after slew them swiftly as they fled.
+He who was born in happy hour came with his host once more.
+On his noble battle-charger rode the great Campeador.
+His coif was wrinkled. Name of God! but his great beard was fair.
+His mail-hood on his shoulders lay. His sword in hand he bare.
+And he looked upon his henchmen and saw them drawing nigh:
+
+"Since we ha' won such a battle, glory to God on high!"
+
+The Cid his henchmen plundered the encampment far and wide
+Of the shields and of the weapons and other wealth beside.
+Of the Moors they captured there were found five hundred steeds
+and ten.
+And there was great rejoicing among those Christian men,
+And the lost of their number were but fifteen all told.
+They brought a countless treasure of silver and of gold.
+Enriched were all those Christians with the spoil that they had
+ta'en
+And back unto their castle they restored the Moors again;
+To give them something further he gave command and bade.
+With all his train of henchmen the Cid was passing glad.
+He gave some monies, some much goods to be divided fair,
+And full an hundred horses fell to the Cid's fifth share.
+God's name! his every vassal nobly did he requite,
+Not only the footsoldiers but likewise every knight.
+He who in happy hour was born wrought well his government,
+And all whom he brought with him therewith were well content.
+
+"Harken to me, Minaya, my own right arm art thou.
+Of the wealth, wherewith our army the Creator did endow,
+Take in thine hand whatever thou deemest good to choose.
+To Castile I fain would send thee to carry there the news
+Of our triumph. To Alphonso the King who banished me
+A gift of thirty horses I desire to send with thee.
+Saddled is every charger, each steed is bridled well.
+There hangeth a good war-sword at the pommel of each selle."
+Said Minaya Alvar Fanez: "I will do it with good cheer.
+
+XLI.
+"Of the gold and the fine silver, behold a bootful here.
+Nothing thereto is lacking. Thou shalt pay the money down
+At Saint Mary's Church for masses fifty score in Burgos town;
+To my wife and to my daughters the remainder do thou bear.
+Let them offer day and night for me continually their prayer.
+If I live, exceeding wealthy all of those dames shall be.
+
+XLII.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez, therewith content was he.
+They made a choice of henchmen along with him to ride.
+They fed the steeds. Already came on the eventide.
+Roy Diaz would decide it with his companions leal.
+
+XLIII.
+"Dost thou then go, Minaya, to the great land of Castile
+And unto our well-wishers with a clear heart canst thou say:
+'God granted us his favor, and we conquered in the fray?'
+If returning thou shalt find us here in this place, 'tis well;
+If not, where thou shalt hear of us, go seek us where we dwell.
+For we must gain our daily bread with the lance and with the
+brand,
+Since otherwise we perish here in a barren land.
+And therefore as methinketh, we must get hence away."
+
+XLIV.
+So was it, and Minaya went at the break of day.
+But there behind the Campeador abode with all his band.
+And waste was all the country, an exceeding barren land.
+Each day upon my lord the Cid there in that place they spied,
+The Moors that dwelt on the frontier and outlanders beside.
+Healed was King Fariz. With him they held a council there,
+The folk that dwelt in Teca and the townsmen of Terrer,
+And the people of Calatayud, of the three the fairest town.
+In such wise have they valued it and on parchment set it down
+That for silver marks three thousand Alcocer the Cid did sell.
+
+XLV.
+Roy Diaz sold them Alcocer. How excellently well
+He paid his vassals! Horse and foot he made them wealthy then,
+And a poor man you could not find in all his host of men.
+In joy he dwelleth aye who serves a lord of noble heart.
+
+XLVI.
+When my lord the Cid was ready from the Castle to depart,
+The Moors both men and women cried out in bitter woe:
+"Lord Cid art thou departing? Still may our prayers go
+Before thy path, for with thee we are full well content."
+For my lord the great Cid of Bivar, when from Alcocer he went,
+The Moors both men and women made lamentation sore.
+He lifted up the standard, forth marched the Campeador.
+Down the Jalon he hastened, on he went spurring fast.
+He saw birds of happy omen, as from the stream he passed.
+Glad were the townsmen of Terrer that he had marched away,
+And the dwellers in Calatayud were better pleased than they.
+But in the town of Alcocer 'twas grief to all and one,
+For many a deed of mercy unto them the Cid had done.
+My lord the Cid spurred onward. Forward apace he went;
+'Twas near to the hill Monreal that he let pitch his tent.
+Great is the hill and wondrous and very high likewise.
+Be it known from no quarter doth he need to dread surprise.
+And first he forced Doroca tribute to him to pay,
+And then levied on Molina on the other side that lay,
+Teruel o'er against him to submit he next compelled
+And lastly Celfa de Canal within his power he held.
+
+XLVII.
+May my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz, at all times God's favor feel.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez has departed to Castile.
+To the King thirty horses for a present did he bring.
+And when he had beheld them beautifully smiled the King:
+"Who gave thee these, Minaya, so prosper thee the Lord?"
+"Even the Cid Roy Diaz, who in good hour girded sword.
+Since you banished him, by cunning has he taken Alcocer.
+To the King of Valencia the tidings did they bear.
+He bade that they besiege him; from every water-well
+They cut him off. He sallied forth from the citadel,
+In the open field he fought them, and he beat in that affray
+Two Moorish kings he captured, sire, a very mighty prey.
+Great King, this gift he sends thee. Thine hands and feet also
+He kisses. Show him mercy; such God to thee shall show."
+Said the King:
+"'Tis over early for one banished, without grace
+In his lord's sight, to receive it at the end of three week's
+space.
+But since 'tis Moorish plunder to take it I consent.
+That the Cid has taken such a spoil, I am full well content.
+Beyond all this. Minaya. thine exemption I accord,
+For all thy lands and honors are unto thee restored.
+Go and come! Henceforth my favor I grant to thee once more.
+But to thee I say nothing of the Cid Campeador.
+
+XLVIII.
+"Beyond this, Alvar Fanez, I am fain to tell it thee
+That whosoever in my realm in that desire may be,
+Let them, the brave and gallant, to the Cid betake them straight.
+I free them and exempt them both body and estate."
+Minaya Alvar Fanez has kissed the King's hands twain:
+
+"Great thanks, as to my rightful lord I give thee, King, again.
+This dost thou now, and better yet as at some later hour.
+We shall labor to deserve it, if God will give us power."
+Said the King: "Minaya, peace for that. Take through Castile thy
+way.
+None shall molest. My lord the Cid seek forth without delay."
+
+XLIX.
+Of him I fain would tell you in good hour that girt the blade.
+The hill, where his encampment in that season he had made,
+While the Moorish folk endureth, while there are Christians still,
+Shall they ever name in writing 'My Lord the Cid, his Hill.'
+While he was there great ravage in all the land he made,
+Under tribute the whole valley of the Martin he laid.
+And unto Zaragoza did the tidings of him go,
+Nor pleased the Moors; nay rather they were filled with grievous
+woe.
+For fifteen weeks together my lord Cid there did stay.
+When the good knight saw how greatly Minaya did delay,
+Then forth with all his henchmen on a night march he tried.
+And he left all behind him, and forsook the mountain side,
+Beyond the town of Teruel good don Rodrigo went.
+In the pine grove of Tevar Roy Diaz pitched his tent.
+And all the lands about him he harried in the raid,
+And on Zaragoza city a heavy tribute laid.
+
+When this he had accomplished and three weeks had made an end,
+Out of Castile Minaya unto the Cid did wend.
+Two hundred knights were with him that had belted on the brands.
+Know ye well that there were many foot-soldiers in his bands.
+When the Cid saw Minaya draw near unto his view,
+With his horse at a full gallop to embrace the man he flew.
+He kissed his mouth, his very eyes in that hour kissed the Cid.
+And then all things he told him, for naught from him he hid.
+Then beautifully upon him smiled the good Campeador:
+"God and his righteousness divine be greatly praised therefor.
+While thou shalt live, Minaya, well goeth this my game."
+
+L.
+God! How happy was the army that thus Minaya came,
+For of them they left behind them he brought the tidings in,
+From comrade and from brethren and the foremost of their kin.
+
+LI.
+But God! What a glad aspect the Cid fair-bearded wore
+That duly had Minaya paid for masses fifty score,
+And of his wife and daughters all of the state displayed!
+God! How content was he thereat! What noble cheer he made!
+
+"Ha! Alvar Fanez, many now may thy life-days be.
+What fair despatch thou madest! Thou art worth more than we."
+
+LII.
+And he who in good hour was born tarried in no way then,
+But he took knights two hundred, and all were chosen men;
+And forth when fell the evening a-raiding did they haste.
+At Alcaniz the meadows the Campeador laid waste,
+And gave all places round about to ravage and to sack.
+On the third day to whence he came the Cid again turned back.
+
+LIII.
+Thro' all the country roundabout have the tidings of them flown.
+It grieved the men of Huesca and the people of Monzon.
+Glad were they in Zaragoza since the tribute they had paid,
+For outrage at Roy Diaz's hand no whit were they afraid.
+
+LIV.
+Then back to their encampment they hastened with their prey.
+All men were very merry for a mighty spoil had they.
+The Cid was glad exceeding; Alvar Fanez liked it well.
+But the great Cid smiled, for there at ease he could not bear to
+dwell.
+
+"Ha! All my knights, unto you the truth will I confess:
+Who still in one place tarries, his fortune will grow less.
+Let us tomorrow morning prepare to ride apace,
+Let us march and leave forever our encampment in this place."
+Unto the pass of Alucat the lord Cid got him gone.
+Then to Huesca and to Montalban he hastily marched on.
+And ten full days together on that raid they were to ride.
+The tidings to all quarters went flying far and wide,
+how that the Exile from Castile great harm to them had done.
+
+LV.
+Afar into all quarters did the tidings of him run.
+They brought the message to the Count of Barcelona's hand,
+How that the Cid Roy Diaz was o'errunning all the land.
+He was wroth. For a sore insult the tiding did he take.
+
+LVI.
+The Count was a great braggart and an empty word he spake:
+"Great wrongs he put upon me, he of Bivar, the Cid.
+Within my very palace much shame to me he did:
+He gave no satisfaction though he struck my brother's son;
+And the lands in my keeping now doth he over-run.
+I challenged him not; our pact of peace I did not overthrow;
+But since he seeks it of me, to demand it I will go."
+
+He gathered the his powers that were exceeding strong,
+Great bands of Moors and Christians to his array did throng.
+After the lord Cid of Bivar they went upon their way,
+Three nights and days together upon the march were they.
+At length in Tevar's pine grove the Cid they have o'erta'en.
+So strong were they that captive to take him were they fain.
+
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo bearing great spoil he went.
+From the ridge unto the valley he had finished the descent.
+And in that place they bore him Count don Remond his word.
+My lord Cid sent unto him when the message he had heard:
+
+"Say to the Count that it were well his anger now should cease.
+No goods of his I carry. Let him leave me in peace."
+
+Thereto the Count gave answer: "Not so the matter ends.
+For what was and is of evil he shall make me full amends.
+The Exile shall know swiftly whom he has sought to slight."
+
+Back hastened the ambassador as swiftly as he might.
+And then my lord Cid of Bivar knew how the matter lay,
+And that without a battle they could not get away.
+
+LVII.
+"Ha! lay aside your booty now, every cavalier,
+And take in hand your weapons, and get on your battle-gear.
+Count don Remond against us will deliver battle strong;
+Great bands of Moors and Christians he brings with him along.
+He will not for any reason without fighting let us go.
+Here let us have the battle since they pursue us so.
+So get you on your armour and girth the horses tight.
+Down the hill they come in hosen and their saddles are but light,
+And loose their girths. Each man of us has a Galician selle,
+And moreover with the jackboots are our hosen covered well.
+We should beat them though we numbered but fivescore cavaliers.
+Before they reach the level, let us front them with the spears.
+For each you strike three saddles thereby shall empty go.
+Who was the man he hunted, Remond Berenguel shall know
+This day in Tevar's pine grove, who would take from me my prey."
+
+LVIII.
+When thus the Cid had spoken, were all in good array;
+They had taken up their weapons and each had got to horse.
+They beheld the Frankish army down the hill that held its course.
+And at the end of the descent, close to the level land,
+The Cid who in good hour was born, to charge them gave command.
+And this did his good henchmen perform with all their heart;
+With the pennons and the lances they nobly played their part,
+Smiting at some, and others overthrowing in their might.
+He who was born in happy hour has conquered in the fight.
+There the Count don Remond he took a prisoner of war,
+And Colada the war-falchion worth a thousand marks and more.
+
+LIX.
+By the victory there much honor unto his beard he did.
+And then the Count to his own tent was taken by the Cid.
+He bade his squires guard him. From the tent he hastened then.
+From every side together about him came his men.
+The Cid was glad, so mighty were the spoils of that defeat.
+For the lord Cid don Rodrigo they prepared great stock of meat.
+But namely the Count don Remond, thereby he set no store.
+To him they brought the viands, and placed them him before.
+He would not eat, and at them all he mocked with might and main:
+
+"I will not eat a mouthful for all the wealth in Spain;
+Rather will I lose my body and forsake my soul forby,
+Since beaten in the battle by such tattered louts was I."
+
+LX.
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz you shall hearken what he said:
+"Drink of the wine I prithee, Count, eat also of the bread.
+If this thou dost, no longer shalt thou be a captive then;
+If not, then shalt thou never see Christendom again."
+
+LXI.
+"Do thou eat, don Rodrigo, and prepare to slumber sweet.
+For myself I will let perish, and nothing will I eat."
+And in no way were they able to prevail till the third day,
+Nor make him eat a mouthful while they portioned the great prey.
+
+LXII.
+"Ho! Count, do thou eat somewhat," even so my lord Cid spoke,
+"If thou dost not eat, thou shalt not look again on Christian
+folk;
+If in such guise thou eatest that my will is satisfied,
+Thyself, Count, and, moreover, two noblemen beside
+Will I make free of your persons and set at liberty."
+
+And when the Count had heard it exceeding glad was he.
+"Cid, if thou shalt perform it, this promise thou dost give,
+Thereat I much shall marvel as long as I shall live."
+"Eat then, oh Count; when fairly thy dinner thou hast ta'en
+I will then set at liberty thee and the other twain.
+But what in open battle thou didst lose and I did earn,
+Know that not one poor farthing's worth to thee will I return,
+For I need it for these henchmen who hapless follow me.
+They shall be paid with what I win from others as from thee.
+With the Holy Father's favor we shall live after this wise,
+Like banished men who have not any grace in the King's eyes."
+
+Glad was the Count. For water he asked his hands to lave.
+And that they brought before him, and quickly to him gave.
+The Count of Barcelona began to eat his fill
+With the men the Cid had given him, and God! with what a will!
+He who in happy hour was born unto the Count sate near:
+
+"Ha! Count, if now thou dinest not with excellent good cheer,
+And to my satisfaction, here we shall still delay,
+And we twain in no manner shall go forth hence away."
+Then said the Count: "Right gladly and according to my mind! "
+With his two knights at that season in mighty haste he dined.
+My lord the Cid was well content that all his eating eyed,
+For the Count don Remond his hands exceeding nimbly plied.
+
+"If thou art pleased, my lord the Cid, in guise to go are we.
+Bid them bring to us our horses; we will mount speedily.
+Since I was first Count, never have I dined with will so glad,
+Nor shall it be forgotten what joy therein I had."
+
+They gave to them three palfreys. Each had a noble selle.
+Good robes of fur they gave them, and mantles fair as well.
+Count don Remond rode onward with a knight on either side.
+To the camp's end the Castilian along with them did ride.
+
+"Ha! Count, forth thou departest to freedom fair and frank;
+For what thou hast left with me I have thee now to thank.
+If desire to avenge it is present to thy mind,
+Send unto me beforehand when thou comest me to find.
+Either that thou wilt leave thy goods or part of mine wilt seize."
+
+"Ha! my lord Cid, thou art secure, be wholly at thine ease.
+Enough have I paid to thee till all this year be gone.
+As for coming out to find thee, I will not think thereon."
+
+LXIII.
+The Count of Barcelona spurred forth. Good speed he made.
+Turning his head he looked at them, for he was much afraid
+Lest my lord the Cid repent him; the which the gallant Cid
+Would not have done for all the world. Base deed he never did.
+The Count is gone. He of Bivar has turned him back again;
+He began to be right merry, and he mingled with his train.
+Most great and wondrous was the spoil that they had won in war,
+So rich were his companions that they knew not what they bore.
+
+CANTAR II
+
+THE MARRIAGE OF THE CID'S DAUGHTERS
+
+LXIV.
+Here of my lord Cid of Bivar begins anew the Song.
+Within the pass of Alucat my lord Cid made him strong,
+He has left Zaragoza and the lands that near it lie,
+And all the coasts of Montalban and Huesca he passed by,
+And unto the salt ocean he began the way to force.
+In the East the sun arises; thither he turned his course.
+On Jerica and Almenar and Onda he laid hand,
+Round about Borriana he conquered all the land.
+
+LXV.
+God helped him, the Creator in Heaven that doth dwell
+Beside these Murviedro hath the Cid ta'en as well.
+Then that the Lord was on his side, the Cid beheld it clear.
+In the city of Valencia arose no little fear.
+
+LXVI.
+It irked them in Valencia. It gave them no delight,
+Be it known; that to surround him they planned. They marched by
+night
+They pulled up at Murviedro to camp as morning broke.
+My lord the Cid beheld it and wondering much he spoke:
+"Father in Heaven, mighty thanks must I now proffer Thee.
+In their lands we dwell and do them every sort of injury;
+And we have drunk their liquor, of their bread our meal we make.
+If they come forth to surround us, justly they undertake.
+Without a fight this matter will in no way be a-paid.
+Let messengers go seek them who now should bear us aid;
+Let them go to them in Jerica and Alucat that are
+And thence to Onda. Likewise let them go to Almenar.
+Let the men of Borriana hither at once come in.
+In this place a pitched battle we shall certainly begin.
+I trust much will be added to our gain in this essay."
+
+They all were come together in his host on the third day.
+And he who in good hour was born 'gan speak his meaning clear:
+
+"So may the Creator aid us, my gallants hark and hear.
+Since we have left fair Christendom--We did not as we would;
+We could no other--God be praised our fortune has been good.
+The Valencians besiege us. If here we would remain,
+They must learn of us a lesson excelling in its pain.
+
+LXVII.
+"Let the night pass and morning come. Look that ye ready be
+With arms and horses. We will forth that host of theirs to see.'.
+Like men gone out in exile into a strange empire,
+There shall it be determined who is worthy of his hire."
+
+VIII.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez, hark what he said thereto:
+"Ho! Campeador, thy pleasure in all things may we do.
+Give me of knights an hundred, I ask not one other man.
+And do thou with the others smite on them in the van
+While my hundred storm their rearward, upon them thou shalt
+thrust--
+Ne'er doubt it. We shall triumph as in God is all my trust."
+Whatsoever he had spoken filled the Cid with right good cheer
+
+And now was come the morning, and they donned their battle gear.
+What was his task of battle every man of them did know.
+At the bleak of day against them forth did the lord Cid go.
+"In God's name and Saint James', my knights, strike hard into the
+war,
+And manful. The lord Cid am I, Roy Diaz of Bivar!"
+
+You might see a many tent-ropes everywhither broken lie,
+And pegs wrenched up; the tent-posts on all sides leaned awry.
+The Moors were very many. To recover they were fain,
+But now did Alvar Fanez on their rearward fall amain.
+Though bitterly it grieved them, they had to fly and yield.
+Who could put trust in horsehoofs, and forthwith fled the field.
+Two kings of the Moriscos there in the rout they slew;
+And even to Valencia the chase did they pursue.
+And mighty is the booty my lord the Cid had ta 'en.
+They ravaged all the country and then turned back again.
+They brought to Murviedro the booty of the foes.
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that arose.
+Cebolla have they taken and all the lands anear.
+In Valencia they knew not what to do for very fear.
+Of my lord Cid the great tidings, be it known, on all sides
+spread.
+
+LXIX.
+His renown afar is spreading. Beyond the sea it sped.
+Glad were the companies the Cid a glad man was he
+That God had given him succor and gained that victory.
+And they sent forth their harriers. By night they marched away,
+They reached unto Cullera, and to Jativa came they.
+And ever downward even to Denia town they bore.
+And all the Moorish country by the sea he wasted sore.
+Penacadell, outgoing and entrance, have they ta'en.
+
+LXX.
+When the Cid took Penacadell, it was great grief and pain
+To them who in Cullera and in Jativa did dwell,
+And sorrow without measure in Valencia befell.
+
+LXXI.
+Three years those towns to conquer in the Moorish land he bode,
+Winning much; by day he rested, and at night was on the road.
+
+LXXll.
+On the dwellers in Valencia they wrought chastisement sore,
+From the town they dared not sally against him to make war.
+He harried all their gardens and a mighty ruin made;
+And all those years their harvest in utter waste he laid.
+Loud lamented the Valencians, for sore bested they were,
+Nor could find in any quarter any sort of provender;
+Nor could the father aid the son, nor the son aid the sire,
+Nor comrade comfort comrade. Gentles, 'tis hardship dire
+To lack for bread, and see our wives and children waste away.
+They saw their own affliction and no hope of help had they.
+
+To the King of Morocco had they sent the tidings on.
+'Gainst the lord of Montes Claros on a great war was he gone.
+He counselled not. He came not to aid them in the war.
+
+My lord the Cid had heard it. His heart was glad therefor;
+And forth from Murviedro he marched away by night.
+He was in the fields of Monreal at the breaking of the light.
+Through Aragon the tidings he published, and Navarre,
+And through the Marches of Castile he spread the news afar:
+Who poverty would put away and riches would attain,
+Let him seek the Cid, whoever of a soldier's life is fain.
+Valencia to beleaguer he desireth to go down,
+That he may unto the Christians deliver up the town
+
+LXXIII.
+"Valencia to beleaguer, who fain would march with me
+Let none come hither to me, if his choice be not free.
+Is nought that may compel him along with me to fare--
+Canal de Celfa for three days I will tarry for him there."
+
+LXXIV.
+So my lord Cid hath spoken, the loyal Campeador.
+He turned back to Murviedo that he had ta'en in war.
+Be it known into all quarters went the word forth. None were fain
+To delay who smelt the plunder. Crowds thronged to him amain,
+Good christened folk, and ringing went his tidings far and wide;
+And more men came unto him than departed from his side.
+He of Bivar, my lord the Cid, great growth of riches had.
+When he saw the bands assembled, he began to be right glad.
+My lord Cid, don Rodrigo, for nothing would delay.
+He marched against Valencia and smote on it straightway.
+Well did the Cid surround it; till the leaguer closed about.
+He thwarted their incomings, he checked their goings out.
+To seek for alien succor he gave them time of grace;
+And nine full months together he sat down before the place,
+And when thc tenth was coming, to yield it were they fain.
+
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that did reign,
+When the lord Cid took Valencia and within the town had won.
+All of his men were cavaliers that erst afoot had gone.
+Who the worth of gold and silver for your pleasure could declare?
+They all were rich together as many as were there.
+For himself the Cid Rodrigo took the fifth part of all,
+And coined marks thirty thousand unto his share did fall.
+Who could tell the other treasure? Great joy the Cid befell
+And his men, when the flag-royal tossed o'er the citadel.
+
+LXXV.
+The Cid and his companions they rested in the place
+Unto the King of Seville the tiding came apace:
+Ta'en is Valencia city; for him 'tis held no more.
+
+With thirty thousand armed men he came to look them o'er.
+Nigh to the plain a battle they pitched both stiff and strong.
+But the lord Cid long-bearded hath overthrown that throng.
+And even unto Jativa in a long rout they poured.
+You might have seen all bedlam on the Jucar by the ford,
+For there the Moors drank water but sore against their will.
+With bet thee strokes upon him 'scaped the Sovereign of Seville.
+And then with all that booty the Cid came home again.
+Great was Valencia's plunder what time the town was ta'en,
+But that the spoils of that affray were greater yet, know well.
+An hundred marks of silver to each common soldier fell.
+How had shed that noble's fortune now lightly may you guess.
+
+LXXVI.
+There was among those Christians excelling happiness
+For my lord Roy Diaz that was born in a season of good grace.
+And now his beard was growing; longer it grew apace.
+For this the Cid had spoken, this from his mouth said he,
+"By my love for King Alphonso the king who banished me,"
+That the shears should not shear it, nor a single hair dispart,
+That so the Moors and Christians might ponder it at heart.
+
+And resting in Valencia did the lord Cid abide,
+With Minaya Alvar Fanez who would not leave his side.
+They who went forth to exile of riches had good store.
+To all men in Valencia, the gallant Campeador
+Gave houses and possessions whereof they were right glad.
+All men of the Cid's bounty good testimony had.
+And of them that had come later well content was every one.
+My lord Cid saw it plainly that they fain would get them gone,
+With the goods that they had taken, if unhindered they might go.
+The lord Cid gave his order (Minaya counselled so)
+That if any man that with him in richer case did stand
+Should take his leave in secret and fail to kiss his hand,
+If they might overtake him and catch him as he fled,
+They would seize his goods and bring him unto the gallows-head.
+Lo! was it well looked after. Counsel he took again
+With Minaya Alvar Fanez "An it be that thou art fain,
+Gladly would I know, Minaya, what may the number be
+Of my henchmen, as at present, that have gained aught by me.
+I shall set it down in writing. Let them well the number scan,
+Lest one depart in secret and I should miss the man.
+To me and my companions his goods shall be restored,
+All they who guard Valencia and keep the outer ward.
+
+"The measure is well counselled," said Minaya therewithal.
+
+LXXVII.
+He bade them meet together at the palace, in the hall.
+When he found them met together he had them numbered o'er.
+Bivar's great Cid had with him thousands three, and thirty score.
+His heart was glad within him, and a smile was on his face.
+"Thanks be to God, Minaya, and to Mary Mother's grace.
+Out from Bivar the city we led a lesser power.
+Wealth have we, and shall have greater as at some later hour.
+
+"Minaya, if it please thee, if it seemeth good to thee,
+To Castile I fain would send thee, where our possessions be,
+Unto the King Alphonso that is my lord by right.
+Out of the mighty plunder we won here in the fight
+I would give him five score horses, the which to him now take;
+kiss thou his hand and earnestly plead with him for the sake
+Of my wife Ximena and the twain, maids of my blood that be,
+If yet it be his pleasure that they be brought to me.
+
+I will send for them. But be it known how this my message runs:
+The lady of my lord the Cid and her maids, my little ones,
+Men shall seek for in such fashion that
+They shall come to the strange country we have conquered by our
+might."
+
+To him Minaya answered: "Yea and with right good heart."
+After they thus had spoken they got ready to depart.
+The Cid to Alvar Fanez an hundred men decreed
+To do his will, and serve him on the journey at his need.
+And he bade give to San Pedro marks of silver fifty score,
+And beside to Abbot Sancho a full five hundred morn
+
+LXXVIII.
+Of these things while they were joyous, came thither from the
+East,
+A clerk, the Bishop don Jerome, so all men called that priest.
+Excelling was his knowledge, and prudent was his rede,
+'Twas a mighty man of valor afoot or on the steed.
+Of the Cid's deeds the tidings he was seeking to procure,
+And he yearned sore, ever sighing for battle with the Moor.
+If his fill of fight and wounding with his hands he e'er should
+get,
+Therefore a Christian never need have reason for regret.
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, he was well pleased thereby:
+
+"Hark, Minaya Alvar Fanez, by him who is on high,
+When the Lord God would aid us, let us give Him thanks again. .
+Round Valencia a bishopric to stablish I am fain,
+And I will further give it unto this Christian leal.
+Thou shalt bear with thee good tidings when thou goest to
+Castile."
+
+LXXIX.
+Of that saying Alvar Fanez was glad when the Cid spake.
+Don Jerome his ordination there and then they undertake.
+In Valencia great riches have they given to his hand.
+God! how merry was all Christendom that now within the land
+Of Valencia a bishop of reverend grace had they!
+Glad therefore was Minaya and took leave and went his way.
+
+LXXX.
+And now is all Valencia in peaceable estate.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez to Castile departed straight;
+His halts I will pass over, nor renew them to the mind.
+But he sought out Alphonso where the King was to find.
+The King to Sahagun had gone before some little space,
+But was come back to Carrion; he might find him in that place.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez was glad when this was known.
+With his presents he departed forthwith to Carrion.
+
+LXXXI.
+Now whn the mass was over, thence did Alfonso rise,
+And Minaya Alvar Fanez came there in noble guise..
+In the presence of the people he kneeled upon his knee
+He fell at don Alphonso's foot, and bitter tears shed he.
+He kissed his hands; unto the King most lovely words he spake:
+
+LXXII.
+"A boon my lord Alfonso for the Creator's sake!
+My lord Cid of the battles has kissed thy hands ere now,
+Thy hands and thy feet likewise, for his noble lord art thou,
+If thou favorest him, God's favor come upon thee from above.
+Thou didst send him into exile and bearest him no love,
+Though in strange lands he thriveth. Jerica he won in war
+And Onda, so they call it; so also Almenar,
+And likewise Murviedro (for a greater town 'tis known),
+And he has ta'en Cebolla and further Castejon
+And he has stormed Penacadell that is a place of power.
+He is master of Valencia and these places at this hour.
+With his own hand the great Campeador a bishop hath ordained.
+He has forced five pitched battles and in each three victory
+gained.
+The gift of the Creator was a very mighty prey,
+Do thou behold the tokens of the truth of that I say:
+Here be an hundred horses that in strength and speed excel;
+With bridle and with saddle each one is furnished well.
+He kissed thy hands and begged thee thine acceptance to accord.
+He declares himself thy vassal, and owns thee for his lord."
+
+The King has lifted his right hand and crossed himself thereon:
+"With what a wondrous booty the Campeador has won
+I am well pleased in spirit. Saint Isidore to speed!
+I am glad the Campeador does now so many a fair deed.
+I accept the gift of horses that the Cid to me has sent"
+
+Though the King thereby was gladdened, was Ordonez not content;
+
+"Meseems that in the Moorish land is no man any more,
+Since so his will upon them works the Cid Campeador."
+
+To the Count the King gave answer: "So speak not of him now!
+In faith he doth me service of a better sort than thou."
+
+And then outspoke Minaya, like a nobleman spoke he:
+"The Cid, if it shall please thee, desires a boon of thee,
+For his wife Dame Ximena and his daughters two beside,
+That they may leave the convent where he left them to abide,
+And may hasten to Valencia to the noble Campeador."
+Then said the King in answer: "My heart is glad therefor.
+That they be given escort I will issue the command,
+So that they may be protected as they travel through my land
+From insult and dishonor and whatever harm may be.
+And when these ladies shall have reached my kingdom's boundary,
+Have a care how thou shalt serve them, thou and the Campeador.
+Now hark to me, my vassals, and my courtiers furthermore:
+I like not that to Roy Diaz any losses shall befall,
+And therefore to his vassals, the Cid their lord that call,
+I restore that which I seized on, their possession and their fee.
+Let them keep their lands, no matter where the Campeador may be
+From harm and hurt the safety of their persons I accord.
+This I do that they may lightly render service to their lord."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez kissed the King's hand straightway.
+And the King smiled upon him and a fair word did he say:
+''Who'er to serve the Campeador desireh now to ride,
+As for me, he has permission, and God's grace with him abide.
+More than by further hatred by this measure shall we gain."
+
+Counsel straightway together held the Heirs of Carrion twain.
+"The fame of the Cid Campeador grows great on every side,
+An we might wed his daughters, would our needs be satisfied.
+Scarce we dare frame this project e'en to ourselves alone;
+The Cid is of Bivar, and we are Counts of Carrion."
+
+They hatched that plot between them, to none they told the thing.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez took leave of the good King:.
+"Ha! goest thou, Minaya? The Creator give thee grace.
+Take an herald. As I deem it he may help thee in this case.
+If thou take the ladies, serve them even as they desire.
+Even unto Medina grant them all that they require.
+The Campeador shall take them in his charge thenceforward on."
+After leave ta'en Minaya from the court he got him gone.
+
+LXXXIII.
+And so the Heirs of Carrion did each with each consent.
+With Minaya Alvar Fanez in company they went:
+"In all things thou excellest; likewise in this excel:
+Greet now my lord Cid of Bivar for us exceeding well,
+To the utmost of our effort his partisans are we.
+The Cid, an he will love us, shall get no injury."
+Said Minaya: "In that proffer naught displeasing I discern."
+
+Gone is Minaya. Home again did the two counts return.
+He hastens to San Pedro where the three ladies are.
+Very great was the rejoicing when they saw him from afar.
+To offer prayer Minaya to San Pedro did descend.
+He turned back unto the ladies when the prayer was at an end.
+"I greet thee, Dame Ximena. God thee prosper and maintain,
+And so likewise thy daughters, the noble children twain.
+In the city where he dwelleth the lord Cid greets thee fair.
+Good health has he and riches that are beyond compare.
+The King for a gift to him your freedom gave to me,
+To take you to Valencia our land of lawful fee.
+If the Cid might behold you well and unharmed again,
+He would be all rejoicing, but scant would be his pain."
+"May the Creator so decide," the Dame Ximena said.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez sent three horsemen on ahead,
+To the Cid within Valencia the men did he commend:
+"Announce unto the Campeador, whom the Lord God defend,
+That the King his wife and daughters has released unto my hands,
+And has ordered escort for us as we travel through his lands.
+Fifteen days from this time forwar, if God keep us in his care,
+With his wife and with his daughters I will come unto him there,
+With the noble ladies also their servitors that be."
+The riders are gone forward, to the matter they will see.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez in San Pedro did abide.
+There might you see the household swarming in from every side;
+Unto my lord Cid of Bivar in Valencia would they go.
+They besought Alvar Fanez that he would them favor so.
+To them replied Minaya. "That will I gladly do."
+And five and sixty horsemen have swelled his retinue,
+And he had brought an hundred thither in his command.
+To accompany the ladies, they arrayed a noble band.
+
+Minaya marks five hundred to the Abbot then gave o'er.
+I will tell how he expended other five and twenty score.
+Ximena the good lady and likewise her daughters twain,
+And they that served before her, the women of her train,
+To deck out all those ladies good Minaya did prepare
+With the best array in Burgos, that he might discover there,
+And the mules and palfreys likewise that they might be fair to
+see.
+When he had decked the ladies in this manner beautifully,
+Got ready good Minaya to ride upon his way.
+Lo now! Raquel and Vidas. Down at his feet fell they:
+"A boon! true knight, Minaya! If the Cid stand not our aid,
+He has ruined us. If only the amount to us were paid
+We would forego the usury!" "So will I tell the Cid,
+If God bring me there. High favor shall there be for what ye did.
+Answered Raquel and Vidas: "The Creator send it so.
+If not, we will leave Burgos in search of him to go."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez to San Pedro got him gone.
+Many people came around him as he started to ride on.
+At parting from the Abbot great grief of heart was there:
+"Minaya Alvar Fanez, God keep thee in his care.
+The hands of the good Campeador, I prithee kiss for me
+That he may keep the convent still in his memory,
+And always may endeavor to make it prosper more,
+So shall increase the honor of the Cid Campeador."
+"Right gladly will I do it," Minaya straight replied.
+Their leave then have they taken and fettled them to ride,
+And with them went the herald on their need that was to wait.
+Through the King's realm an escort they gave them very great.
+From San Pedro to Medina in five days time they passed.
+Lo, the dames and Alvar Fanez to Medina came at last!
+
+I will tell you of the horsemen that brought those tidings
+through.
+When my lord the good Cid of Bivar thereof the import knew,
+He was glad at heart and merry. His voice he lifted straight:
+"Who sends a noble messenger, should like return await.
+Munio Gustioz, Per Vermudoz, the first of all are you,
+And Martin Antolinez from Burgos, tried and true,
+And Jerome the bishop also, a worthy clerk is he,
+With a hundred ride you ready to fight if need shall be.
+Through Saint Mary's to Molina further onward shall ye wend;
+Avelgalvon there holds sway my vassal and my friend.
+With another hundred horsemen he will watch you on your way.
+Ride forth unto Medina with all the speed ye may,
+With Minaya Alvar Fanez my wife and daughters there
+Haply ye shall discover as the messengers declare.
+Bring them hither to me nobly. In Valencia I will bide,
+That cost me dear. Unguarded 'twere madness undenied
+To leave it. 'Tis my portion. There will I stay therefore."
+
+They fettled them for riding, when all his words were o'er;
+With utmost speed they hastened, their march they would not stay.
+They have passed by Saint Mary 's. At Fronchales rested they.
+Next day into Molina, their halting-place, they spurred.
+When those tidings the Morisco Avengalvon had heard,
+To welcome them with joyance unto them did he descend:
+"Are you then come the vassals of my heart's dearest friend?
+Be it known it grieves me little. Therein my joy is great."
+
+And Muno Gustioz answered, for no man would he wait:
+"My lord Cid sends thee greeting, as also his command
+That with an hundred horsemen thou shalt serve him out of hand.
+In the city of Medina lie his wife and danghters twain.
+Thou wilt go for them straightway and bring them here again,
+Even unto Valencia thou shalt not from them part."
+Avengalvon gave answer: "I will do it with glad heart."
+That night he chose them escort, a mighty band were they.
+In the morning they got ready anew to take the way.
+They asked for but an hundred; ten score had he forby.
+They passed across the mountains that we re so steep and high,
+And through the thicket of Toranz, so strong they had no dread.
+And along through Arbujuelo adown the vale they sped.
+
+Now round about Medina they watched on every side,
+Minaya Alvar Fanez that armed train descried.
+He was afraid and sent two knights the meaning to make plain.
+They delayed not, to discover his desire their hearts were fain.
+One stayed, to Alvar Fanez the other came once more:
+"A company to seek us comes from the Campeador.
+Per Vermudoz, lo, foremost among those ranks is he,
+And likewise Muno Gustioz that frankly loveth thee,
+And Martin Antolinez that was born in Burgos town,
+And don Jerome the Bishop of honorable renown.
+Avellgalvon the Castellan bringeth his host with these,
+In eagerness the honor of my lord Cid to increase.
+They march along together. They will be here anon."
+Said Minaya: "Forth now let us ride." And swiftly was it done,
+They would not stay. An hundred most splendidly arrayed
+Sallied forth on noble horses with trappings of brocade.
+Bells hung upon the martingales, the knights their bucklers bore
+At the neck, and carried lances whence flew the flags of war
+That Alvar Fanez' wisdom to all they might reveal,
+And in what guise with those ladies he had issued from Castile.
+All they that reconnoitering before the army ran
+Now lifted up their weapons, and to make good cheer began.
+Great mirth was there when all the rest to the Jalon drew nigh.
+When they came unto Minaya they did him homage high.
+And when Avengalvon was come, and might Minaya see,
+Then forward to embrace him with smiling lips came he.
+On the shoulder he saluted him, for such was still his way:
+"O Minaya Alvar Fanez! For thee what glorious day!
+Thou bringest here these ladies, whence we shall have great good,
+The fighting Cid his consort, and the daughters of his blood.
+We all shall do thee honor for his fortune groweth great.
+Though we wished him ill, we cannot diminish his estate;
+He will have alway our succor either in peace or war.
+The man who will not know the truth, he is a dolt therefor."
+
+LXXXIV.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez, on his lips a smile broke out:
+"Ha now! Ha now! Avengalvon. Thou art his friend no doubt.
+If God shall bring me to the Cid and him alive I see,
+The things that thou has done for us shall greatly profit thee.
+Let us to our lodging, supper they have made ready there."
+Avengalvon gave answer: "'Tis a courtesy most fair;
+Double will I repay it ere the third morning fall."
+To the town they came. Minaya provided for them all.
+The escort that came with them, they were gladdened when they saw.
+Minaya the King's herald commanded to withdraw.
+The lord Cid in Valencia was greatly honored then,
+When they gave such entertainment in Medina to his men.
+The King paid for all. Minaya therefor had naught to pay.
+
+At length the night was over, and came the break of day.
+And mass they heard, and after away they rode at last.
+They hastened from Medina, o'er the Jalon they pased.
+And down the Arbujuelo, spurring apace they ride.
+In haste the meadows of Toranz they cross from side to side,
+They came unto Molina where Avengalvon was lord.
+Bishop Jerome, a Christian worthy of his deed and word,
+Escorted the three ladies whether by day or night,
+And he led a good charger with his armor on his right.
+And he and Alvar Fanez rode aye together thus.
+They have entered in Molina the rich and glorious,
+And loyally Avengalvon the Moor has served them there.
+Unto the height of their desire, nothing they lacked whatever:
+He even bade men strike for them the horseshoe from the steed.
+Minaya and the ladies, God! he honored them indeed
+They got them upon horseback when the next morning fell.
+Unto Valencia loyally he served them all and well.
+
+The Moor spent of his own estate, for naught from them took he.
+With such honorable matters and mirth and revelry
+They came nigh unto Valencia, that three leagues off doth stand.
+To my lord Cid who in good hour had girded on the brand,
+In the city of Valencia the news thereof they bore.
+
+LXXXV.
+Nothing had ever gladdened him so much as this or more,
+For now there came good news of them for whom great love he had.
+Straightway two hundred horsemen to go forth to them he bade,
+To the good dames and Minaya fair reception to afford.
+But he tarried in Valencia to watch it and to ward,
+For he knew that Alvar Fanez with all due care would come.
+
+LXXXVI.
+And lo! now the two hundred welcomed Minaya home.
+And the ladies and the daughters and all within the band.
+The Cid to them within his train had issued his command
+To ward full well the citadel, and the towers that were so high,
+And the gates that none might enter and none depart thereby.
+And he bade bring Bavieca that a little time before
+From the King of Seville he had taken, when he routed him in war.
+The Cid that in good season girt the brand on, of that steed
+Knew not if he were swift to run or to stop short at need.
+At the gateway of Valencia where none might work him woe,
+Unto his wife and daughters he desired his gear to show.
+
+When the ladies with great honor the host had welcomed home,
+Then first into the city came the Bishop don Jerome.
+He left his horse; to chapel straightway the Bishop wet.
+With all men that he could gather who were of like intent
+And surplice-clad, with crosses of silver, once again
+They greeted good Minaya and the ladies of the train.
+He who was born in happy time tarried but little there.
+He has put on his surcoat. His beard was long and fair.
+On Bavieca saddle and caparisons they threw.
+The Cid took wooden weapons; forth on the steed he flew.
+Leaped the steed Bavieca. With a great rush did he run.
+'Twas rare to see. And when he ceased they marvelled all and one.
+From that day Bavieca in all Spain had renown.
+When that career was ended, from the steed the Cid got down,
+And hastened forth his lady and daughters twain to greet.
+When Dame Ximena saw him she cast her at his feet:
+"Brand thou girdest in good season. Thy favour, Campeador!
+Thou hast brought me forth from insults that were exceeding sore.
+Look on me, lord! Look also on my daughters as on me.
+By Glod's help and thine they are noble, and gently reared they
+be.
+
+And the Cid straightway embraced them, mother and daughters twain.
+Such joy they had that from their eyes the tears began to rain.
+His men rejoiced. The quintains, they pierced them with the spear.
+He who girt sword in a good time, hark what he said and hear.
+
+"Oh thou my Dame Ximena, beloved and honored wife,
+And ye two both my daughters that are my heart and life,
+To the city of Valencia now do yet enter in,
+The fair estate that for you it was my lot to win."
+
+His hands they have kissed straightway, the daughters and their
+dame.
+So with exceeding honor to Valencia they came.
+
+LXXXVII.
+With them the lord Cid hastened to the citadel apace,
+He has ta 'en the ladies straightway up to the highest place.
+And forth in all directions they turn their lovely eyes,
+And they behold Valencia and how the city lies,
+And in another quarter they might perceive the sea.
+They look on fertile meadows close sown and great that be,
+And on all things whatever that were of fair estate
+God they praised with hands uplifted for that good prize and
+great.
+
+My lord Cid and his followers thereof were glad and fain.
+And now was winter over, for March would come again.
+And of the countries oversea 'tis my desire to tell,
+Even of the King Yussuf in Morocco that did dwell.
+
+LXXVIII.
+The King's heart of Morocco 'gainst the Cid was full of rage.
+"By force the man hath entered into my heritage,
+And giveth thanks to no one save Jesus Christ therefor."
+
+And the King of Morocco gathered his hosts of war.
+With fifty times a thousand under arms, good men and stark,
+They put to sea. In galleons that army did embark
+To seek the Cid Rodrigo in Valencia they went,
+The ships came in; and straightway issued forth that armament.
+
+LXXXIX.
+To Valencia that the Cid had ta'en, 'twas thither they did fare.
+The unbelievers haltccl and pitched pavilions there.
+With tidings of the chances to my lord the Cid they came.
+
+XC.
+"Now thanks to the Creator and the Holy Father's name.
+All the goods in my possession, I have them here with me.
+Hardly I took Valencia, but I hold it for my fee;
+This side death, I cannot yield it. Glory to God again
+And to Holy Mary Mother that my wife and daughters twain
+Are here with me. From oversea cometh now my delight.
+Never will I forego it, I will take the arms of fight.
+My lady and my daughters shall see me lift the brand,
+They shall see how men build houses here in a foreign land,
+And how a livelihood is won their eyes shall see it well."
+
+He took his wife and daughters up to the citadel.
+They raised their eyes and men they saw pitching tents everywhere.
+"Cid, what is this? So may the Lord still keep thee in His care."
+"Ha, wife, much honored! Therefor prithee be not troubled thus.
+'Tis wealth most great and wondrous that they gather here for us.
+Scarce art thou come, when presents they would give thee in that
+hour.
+Thy daughters wait for marriage 'tis these that bring the dower."
+"Unto thee, Cid, and unto God do I give thanks again"
+"My lady in the palace in the citadel remain.
+When thou seest me in battle, fear not at all for me.
+By Saint Mary Mother's mercy, by God His charity,
+That thou art here before me, my heart grows great within.
+With God His help, this battle I certainly shall win."
+
+XCI.
+Now pitched are the pavilions. Apace the morning comes.
+And furiously the heathen beat loud upon the drums.
+"'Tis a great day," with a glad heart so now the lord Cid spake.
+But his lady was sore frighted, her heart was like to break;
+The ladies and his daughters were likewise all forlorn.
+Never had they heard such a din since the day when they were born.
+
+Therewith the great Cid Campeador with his hand he plucked his
+beard.
+"This shall all be to your vantage. Therefore be not afeard.
+Ere fifteen days are over, if so God's will it be,
+We shall take those drums and show them you. What they are then
+shall you see.
+And then unto the Bishop don Jerome they shall be given;
+They will hang them in Saint Mary's, Mother of the Lord in
+Heaven."
+
+It was a vow most solemn that my lord the Cid had made.
+Now merry were the ladies and not so much afraid.
+Those Moors out of Morocco in mighty haste they sped,
+And on into the gardens they entered without dread.
+
+XCII.
+That thing beheld the outpost. He let the tocsin sound.
+Of the Cid Roy Diaz ready were the companies around.
+They sallied from the city with their arms appointed well.
+When they came on the Moriscos upon them swift they fell.
+They drove them from the gardens in exceeding sorry plight;
+Of the Moors a full five hundred they slaughtered in that fight.
+
+XCIII.
+Even to the pavilions the pursuers would not slack;
+They had done much and nobly when they thought of turning back.
+There Alvar Salvadorez a prisoner did remain.
+Then those that ate his bread returned to the lord Cid again.
+With his own eyes he beheld it, to his face they spake thereon;
+My lord the Cid was gladdened of the deeds that they had done.
+"My knights we cannot other. Then harken unto me:
+'Tis a noble day, yet nobler will tomorrow's battle be.
+Arm you ere dawn. The Bishop don Jerome our souls will shrive,
+Saying mass for us ere at them we are ready to let drive.
+It shall be in no other fashion, we will go smite the foe,
+In God's name and his Apostle's the good Saint James also.
+For better fight than let them in the land devour our bread."
+"With a good will and gladly," in reply to him they said
+
+And then outspake Minaya, for nothing tarried he:
+"Since thou wishest this, give orders of another sort to me.
+For the sore need of battle grant me six score horse and ten;
+From the far flank, when thou charges will I fall on them then.
+On one side or the other the Lord will stand our stead."
+"With right good will," unto him answered the Cid and said.
+
+XCIV.
+And now broke forth the morning, and now drew back the night.
+Those bands of Christ delayed not to get ready for the fight.
+At the middle cocks ere morning, mass for them Jerome did chant,
+And mass said, absolution in full to them did grant:
+
+"Who face to face shall perish this day the fight within,
+May Christ receive his spirit, on my soul I take his sin.
+Cid, don Rodrigo, in good hour thou girdedst brand; to thee
+I sang the mass this morning. Grant then my boon to me:
+Give me to strike the foremost the first stroke of the war."
+"The thing to thee is granted," answered the Campeador.
+
+XCV.
+Out through the Quarter Towers full armed away they went.
+The lord Cid and his henchmen did counsel and consent.
+Levies they left behind them, the gates to watch and keep.
+On the steed Bavieca sprang the lord Cid with a leap.
+Fair trappings and caparisons girded that steed about.
+With the standard from Valencia forthwith they sallied out.
+Were with the Cid four thousand less but a score and ten,
+They came gladly to a battle against fifty thousand men.
+Alvar Alvarez and Minaya on the other side did smite.
+It seemed good to the Creator, and they threw them into flight.
+With the lance the Cid did battle, hand he set to sword as well.
+So many Moors he slaughtered that their numbers none might tell.
+Down from his elbow streaming the blood of battle came.
+Even against King Yussuf three buffets did he aim.
+He 'scaped from underneath the sword for his steed could run
+apace,
+And bore him to Cullera, an exceeding mighty place.
+Even so far he of Bivar pursued them as they fled,
+With a host of gallant vassals in his company that sped.
+He who in happy hour was born from that pursuit turned back;
+He was gladdened of the booty they had taken inthe attack.
+Good to him seemed Bavieca from head to tail that day.
+In his hands remained the booty of that battle for a prey.
+Of the twoscore and ten thousand, when they were counted o'er,
+There 'scaped out of that battle but an hundred men and four.
+My lord the Cid his henchmen have sacked the field around;
+Of the gold and of the silver three thousand marks they found,
+And of the other booty was no measure to be had.
+My lord Cid and his vassals were all exceeding glad,
+For in winning of the battle God's grace to them was shown,
+When the king of Morocco in this guise was overthrown.
+The Cid left Alvar Fanez to count the spoil and slain.
+With fivescore horse he entered Valencia once again.
+Helmless he rode. Upon his brow the coif was disarrayed.
+Through the town on Bavieca he galloped, hand on blade.
+And the ladies gave him welcome, on his coming that did wait.
+My lord Cid stopped before them, reining in the charger great:
+"Ladies, I bow before you. Groweth apace my fame.
+While you have held Valencia in the field I overcame.
+This was our God's desire and all his Saints likewise,
+Since at your coming hither He gave us such a prize.
+Look on the bloody sword-blade and the steed with sweat a-foam.
+With such are the Moriscos in the battle overcome.
+Pray now to God that I may yet live some few years from this;
+You shall enter to great honor and men your hands shall kiss."
+
+So he spake as he dismounted. When on the ground stood he
+When the dames and his daughters and his wife of high degree
+Saw him get off, they kneeled them down before the Campeador:
+"Thy will be done, and mayst thou live through many a long year
+more."
+
+The Cid unto the palace returning then they brought;
+They rested them on benches most exquisitely wrought:
+"Ha! Dame Ximena, wife of mine, didst thou beg this of me?
+These dames thou hast brought hither so well that wait on thee,
+In marriage to my vassals I am fain to give them o'er,
+And unto every lady for her dower marks ten score.
+Men shall know of their good service, in the kingdom of Castile.
+With my maids' affairs hereafter at our leisure we shall deal."
+All there rose up together, and kissed his fingers straight,
+The rejoicing in the palace it was exceeding great.
+As my lord Cid commanded so they brought the thing about.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez tarried on the field without,
+With his men to write and reckon. Arms, tents and rich array
+In great store they discovered. It was a sovran prey.
+The richest of the treasure I am fain now to recite:
+The tale of all the horses they could not take aright;
+They wandered all caparisoned. Was none to take a steed.
+The Moors out of their provinces had gathered wealth indeed.
+Though this were so, were given to the gallant Campeador
+Of the best of all the horses for his share fifty score.
+When the Cid had so many the rest content might bide.
+What store of rich pavilions and carven poles beside
+To the lord Cid and his vassals by the chance of war did fall,
+And the King's tent of Morocco was the richest of them all,
+All gold wrought are the tent-poles that pavilion that sustain.
+My lord Cid the great Campeador did at that time ordain
+That it stand pitched; to move it let not a Christian dare.
+"Since hither from Morocco is come a tent so fair,
+To Alfonso the Castilian I am fain to send it now;
+That the Cid hath captured somewhat then lightly will be trow."
+
+Laden with mighty riches to Valencia came they home.
+That very noble cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,
+When a surfeit of the fighting he had had of his hands twain,
+Was at a loss to number the Moors that he had slain.
+What fell to him of booty was sovran great of worth.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo (in a good time was his birth,)
+Of all his fifth share of the spoil has sent him the tenth part.
+
+XCVI.
+The Christians in Valencia were all right glad of heart,
+For now excelling riches, horses and arms they had.
+Ximena and her daughters all three were passing glad,
+And the other dames; as wedded upon themselves looked they.
+And my lord Cid the noble in no wise would delay.
+"Where art thou brave Minaya? Come hither to me now.
+For thy great share of booty, no gratitude hast thou?
+Of this my fifth of all the prey, I tell thee clear and plain,
+Take unto thy good pleasure, but let the rest remain.
+And tomorrow in the morning thou shalt certainly ride out
+With the horses of my portion that I captured in the rout,
+With the saddles and the bridles and the swords that them behove,
+For the sake of my lady and for my daughters love.
+Since Alfonso sent the ladies whither they were content,
+These same two hundred horses to him thou shalt present,
+That of him who rules Valencia the King no ill may say."
+
+He bade go with Minaya Per Vermudoz straightway.
+The next day in the morning they departed with all speed,
+And a full two hundred henchmen along with them they lead,
+With greetings from the Cid who fain would kiss his hands aright.
+Even out of the battle where my lord Cid won the fight,
+For a gift he sent Alfonso of horses good ten score:
+"While I have breath within me, I will serve him evermore."
+
+XCVII.
+They have issued from Valencia. And they fettle them to fare.
+They must watch well so mighty a booty do they bear.
+And night and day they hastened for they gave themselves no rest.
+The mountains that divide the lauds they have passed o'er the
+crest.
+And the folk they fell to asking where Alfonso
+
+XCVIII.
+O'er the mountains, o'er the rivers, o'er the hills they took the
+road.
+And at length before Valladolid where the King lay they were.
+Minaya and Per Vermudoz sent tidings to him there,
+That reception to their followers he might bid his men extend.
+"My lord Cid of Valencia presents with us doth send."
+
+XCIX.
+Glad was the King. Man gladder you never yet did see.
+He commanded all his nobles to ride forth hastily.
+And forth among the first of them did King Alfonso go,
+Of him who in good hour was born the tidings for to know.
+Know you the Heirs of Carrion happed in that place to be,
+Also Count don Garcia the Cid's worst enemy.
+Of the tidings some were merry, and some were all folorn.
+They caught sight of his henchmen who in happy hour was born.
+They feared it was an army for no herald came before.
+Straightway the King Alfonso crossed himself o'er and o'er.
+Minaya and Per Vermudoz came forward with all speed,
+They leaped from the saddle, they dismounted from the steed.
+Before the King Alfonso upon their knees they fell.
+They kissed the ground beneath him, the kissed his feet as well:
+"Now a boon, King Alfonso. Thou art great and glorious.
+For my lord Cid the Campeador do we embrace thee thus.
+He holds himself thy vassal; he owns thee for his lord.
+He prizes high the honor thou didst to him accord.
+O King, but a few days agone in the fight he overcame
+The King out of Morocco, Yussuf (that is his name),
+With a host of fifty thousand from the field he drove away.
+The booty that he captured was a great and sovran prey.
+Great wealth unto his followers because of this did fall.
+He sends thee twoscore horses and doth kiss thy hands withal.
+Said King Alfonso:
+"Gladly to accept them am I fain.
+To the Cid who sent me such a gift I send my thanks again.
+When I do unto his liking, may he live to see the day."
+
+Thereat were many of good cheer and kissed his hands straightway.
+Grieved was Count don Garcia. Wroth was his heart within.
+Apart he wells a little with ten men of his kin:
+"A marvel is this matter of the Cid, so grows his fame.
+Now by the honor that he hath we shall be put to shame.
+Kings he o'erthroweth lightly, and lightly bringeth steeds
+As though he dead had found them; we are minished by his deeds."
+
+C.
+Hear now of King Alfonso what he said upon this score:
+"Thanks be to the Creator and the lord Saint Isidore
+For the two hundred horses that the Cid to me hath sent.
+Yet shall he serve me better in this my government.
+To Minaya Alvar Fanez and Per Vermudoz I say
+That you forthwith clothe your bodies in honorable array,
+And as you shall require it of me take battle-gear
+Such as before Roy Diaz in good manner shall appear.
+Take then the gift I give you even these horses three.
+As it seems to my avisement, as my heart telleth me,
+Out of all these adventures some good will come to light."
+
+CI.
+They kissed his hands and entered to take their rest that night.
+In all things that they needed he bade men serve them well.
+
+Of the two Heirs of Carrion now am I fain to tell,
+How secretly they counselled what thing should be their cast:
+"Of my lord Cid the high affairs go forward wondrous fast.
+Let us demand his daughters that with them we may wed.
+Our fortune and our honor thereby may be well sped."
+Unto the King Alfonso with their secret forth went they.
+
+CII.
+"As from our King and master a boon of thee we pray
+By favor of thy counsel we desire to obtain
+That thou ask for us in marriage of the Cid his daughters twain.
+With honor and with profit shall the match for then, be fraught."
+
+Thereon for a full hour's space pondered the King and thought
+"I cast out the good Campeador, and wrong I do him still
+For his good to me. I know not if the match be to his will,
+But we in hand will take it, since so your pleasures tend."
+
+Alvar Fanez and Per Vermudoz, for them the King let send.
+He took them to a hall apart: "Now harken to me both
+Minaya and Per Vermudoz. The Cid my service doth;
+The Campeador, his pardon well hath he earned of me.
+And shall have it. I will meet him, if so his will shall be.
+In parley other tidings of my court I will make known;
+Didago and Ferrando, the Heirs of Carrion,
+Are fain to wed his daughters. Bear ye the message well,
+And I pray you that these tidings to the Campeador ye tell.
+It will be unto his honor, great will his fame have grown,
+When he becomes the father of the Heirs of Carrion."
+
+Minaya spake: (Per Vermudoz was glad of that he spake)
+"To ask him thy desire we will even undertake.
+And the Cid shall do thereafter as his pleasure shall decide."
+
+"Say to the Cid Roy Diaz that was born in a glad tide,
+That I will parley with him in the best place he may,
+And there shall be the boundary wherever he shall say.
+To my lord Cid in all things will I show my favor plain."
+
+Unto the King they gave farewell, and got them gone again,
+And onward to Valencia they hastened with their force.
+
+When the good Campeador had heard, swiftly he got to horse,
+And came to meet them smiling, and strong, embraced the two.
+"Minaya and Per Vermudoz, ye are come back anew!
+There are not many countries where two such gallants dwell.
+From my lord King Alfonso what tidings are to tell?
+Is he content? Did he vouchsafe to take the gift from me?"
+
+Said Minaya, "In his soul and heart right well content is he,
+And his good will he sendeth unto thee furthermore."
+Said the Cid: "To the Creator now mighty thanks therefor."
+
+The Leonese Alfonso his pleasure they made known
+That the Cid should give his daughters to the Heirs of Carrion.
+He deemed it would make him glorious and cause his fame to grow.
+And in all truth and honor would advise him even so.
+
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, the noble Campeador,
+Then a long time much pondering he turned the tidings o'er,
+"For this to Christ my master do I give thanks again.
+I was sent forth to exile and my honor suffered stain.
+That which is mine I conquered by mine endeavor high.
+Unto God for the King's favor a thankful man am I,
+And that for them of Carrion they ask my daughters two.
+Minaya and Per Vermudoz, thereof what thinketh you?"
+
+"Whate'er shall be your pleasure, that is it we shall say."
+Said the Cid: "The Heirs of Carrion, of a great line are they,
+And they are proud exceeding, and their favor fair at court.
+Yet ill doth such a marriage with my desire coport.
+But since it is his pleasure that is of more worth than we,
+Let us talk thereof a little, but secret let us be.
+May the Lord God in Heaven accord us as is best."
+
+"Besides all this Alfonso this word to thee addressed:
+He would come to parley with thee in what place thou art fain.
+He desireth wel1 to see thee and honor thee again.
+Then what to do is fittest ye might be well agreed."
+
+Said the Cid: "Now by this saying I am well pleased indeed."
+
+"Where thou wilt hold this parley" said Minaya, "ponder well.
+"In that the king desired it, no wondrous thing befell,"
+That wherever we might find him we might seek him in his way,
+As to our King and Master, our high devoir to pay.
+Haply we may desire what good to him shall seem.
+Nigh to the river Tagus that is a noble stream,
+If so my lord desire it, we will hold the parley there."
+
+He wrote the letters straightway and sealed them well and fair.
+And then unto two horsemen he gave the letters o 'er.
+Whatso the King desireth, that will the Campeador.
+
+CIII.
+Unto the King much honored, the letters they present.
+When he had looked upon them, then was his heart content.
+"To the Cid who in good time girt brand my greeting do I send,
+And let us hold the parley when three weeks are at an end.
+If I yet live, then doubtless I shall wait him in that place."
+They tarried not, but hastened home to the Cid apace.
+
+On both sides for the parley they got ready point device.
+In Castile was ne'er such foison of mules without a price,
+Nor so many fair-paced palfreys, nor strong steeds swift to guide,
+Nor so many noble pennons on the stout lances tied,
+And shields whereof the bosses did with gold and silver shine,
+Robes, furs and Alexandrian cloth of satin woven fine.
+And the King gave his order, to send much victual there,
+To the waters of the Tagus where the parley they prepare.
+The King leads many a good troop, and Carrion's Heirs are gay.
+And here they run in debt apace, and there again they pay,
+For they thought to have great profit and increase manifold,
+And whatso they should desire, goods of silver and of gold.
+And now hath King Alfonso got swiftly to his horse,
+With counts and little nobles and vassals in great force.
+As for the Heirs of Carrion great companies they bring.
+From Leon and from Galicia came much people with the King;
+Know well, the levies of Castile, they are a countless train.
+And straight unto the parley they rode with slackened rein.
+
+CIV.
+In the city of Valencia, my lord Cid Campeador
+Did not tarry, but the parley, he prepared himself therefor.
+There were stout mules a-many and palfreys swift to course,
+Great store of goodly armour, and many a fleet war-horse,
+Many fair cloaks and mantles, and many skins withal;
+In raiment of all colors are clad both great and small.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez and Per Vermudoz that wight,
+Martin Munoz in Montemayor that held the rule of right,
+And Martin Antolinez that in Burgos had his home,
+And that most worthy cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,
+And with Alvar Salvadorez Alvar Alvarez beside,
+And likewise Muno Gustioz a gallant knight and tried,
+Also Galind Garciaz, that in Aragon abode,
+These to ride with the good Campeador got ready for the road.
+And the people in the palace prepared them all and one.
+
+Unto Alvar Salvadorez and the man of Aragon,
+Galind Garciaz, his command has given the Campeador
+That heart and soul Valencia they shall guard it and watch o'er.
+And, moreover, all the others on their behests shall wait.
+And my lord Cid has ordered that they bar the castle gate
+And nowise throw it open either by night or day.
+His wife and his two daughters within the hold are they,
+Whom he loves best, and the ladies that do their pleasure still.
+And he has so disposed it, even as a good lord will,
+That not a soul among them shall venture from the tower,
+Till to them he returneth, who was born in happy hour.
+
+They issued from Valencia, forward they spurred along.
+On their right were many horses, that were both swift and strong.
+The Cid had ta 'en them. No man would have given him a steed.
+And he rideth to the parley, the which he had decreed
+With the King. In passage of a day, he came the King before.
+When anear they saw him coming, the gallant Campeador,
+With great worship to receive him, forth unto him they ride.
+When he had looked upon them, who was born in a glad tide,
+He halted his companions save his knights of dearest worth.
+With fifteen of his henchmen he leaped down unto the earth,
+As he who in good hour was born had willed that it should be.
+Forthwith to earth he bends him on the hand and on the knee.
+And the grass of the meadow with his very teeth he rent,
+And wept exceeding sorely so great was his content.
+How well unto Alfonso to do homage doth he know
+And there before his sovereign's foot he cast him even so.
+As for the King Alfonso, at heart it irked him sore:
+"Rise up! Rise up upon thy feet, O thou Cid Campeador,
+And kiss my hand, nor prithee in this guise my feet embrace,
+And if thou wilt not do it, thou shalt not have my grace."
+But natheless the good Campeador yet knelt on bended knee:
+"As of my rightful master, I ask a boon of thee,
+And namely that thy favor on me thou wilt bestow,
+So that all men about us the thing may hear and know."
+
+Said the King: "Now that right gladly and of good heart will I do;
+And here I give thee pardon, and my favor I renew.
+And thee unto my kingdom right welcome I will make."
+
+My lord the Cid addressed him, after this wise he spake:
+"Gramercy, lord Alfonso, I will take what thou hast given.
+I will utter forth for this my thanks unto our God in Heaven,
+And then to thee, and to the bands that round about me stand."
+
+And on his knees yet kneeling, he kissed A]fonso's hand;
+To his feet he rose, and on the lips greeted him with a kiss.
+The others in the presence they were well pleased at this.
+It irked Garci Ordonez and Alvar Diaz sore.
+
+My lord Cid spake and uttered this saying furthermore.
+
+"To our Father and Creator I offer thanks again,
+That my lord the King his pardon he vouchsafed me to attain.
+In the day and the night season the Lord will cherish me.
+Thou shalt he my guest, my master, if so thy pleasure be."
+Said the King: "Today in no way were that seemly in my sight.
+Thou art but now come hither, but we came in last night.
+Today, therefore, Cid Campeador, thou shalt remain my guest,
+And on the morrow morning we shall he at thy behest."
+
+My lord the Cid has kissed his hand, granting it should be so.
+Then came the Heirs of Carrion, their courtesy to show:
+"We greet thee Cid. Thou wast brought forth in an hour of promise
+high.
+And so far will we serve thee as in our power may lie."
+"So grant it the Creator," to them the Cid replied.
+The Cid my lord Roy Diaz, who was born in a good tide,
+Unto the King his master was guest for that day's space,
+Who could not let him from his sight, he held him in such grace.
+At the Cid's beard grown so swiftly, long while the King did
+stare.
+At the Cid much they marvelled, as many as were there.
+
+And now the day was over, and upon them fell the night.
+The next day in the morning the sun rose clear and bright.
+The Cid had bidden his henchmen meat for all men to array.
+With my lord Cid the Campeador so well content were they
+That all were very merry, and moreover of one mind
+That for three years together so well they had not dined.
+
+The next day in the morning, when at last the sun outshone,
+Then did Jerome the Bishop his matin song intone.
+And when from mass they issued, all gathered in one place,
+And the King did not tarry but began his speech apace:
+"Hear me now, counts and nobles, and all my henchmen leal--
+Unto my lord Cid Campeador I needst must make appeal.
+God grant unto his profit that the thing may prove to be.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, I ask their hands of thee,
+That thou wilt in marriage give them to the Heirs of Carrion
+twain.
+To me the match seems noble, and thereon there hangs much gain.
+They ask them of thee. To that end I add my own command.
+On my side and thine as many as round about us stand,
+My henchmen and thy henchmen, let them therefor intercede.
+Give them to us my lord the Cid. So God thee help and speed."
+Said the Cid: "My girls to marry are hardly yet in state,
+For their days are not many, nor are their ages great.
+As for the Heirs of Carrion, much fame of them men say;
+They suit well with my daughters, and for better e'en than they.
+'Twas I begot my daughters, but thou didst rear the twain.
+They and I for that bounty yet in thy debt remain.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, unto thee do I present,
+To whom thou wilt then give them and I will be content."
+
+Said the King: "My thanks unto thee and to all the court I own."
+Upon their feet got swiftly the Heirs of Carrion;
+Of him who in good hour was born, lightly they kissed the hands.
+Before the King Alfonso they made exchange of brands.
+
+Out spake the King Alfonso like a man of gentle race:
+"My thanks, so noble art thou, but first to God for grace
+That for the Heirs of Carrion thou givest thy daughters twain.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, in hand I have them ta'en.
+To Carrion's Heirs as consorts those ladies I award.
+I give away thy daughters as brides with thine accord,
+May it please God that thou therewith in full content mayest rest.
+Behold, the heirs of Carrion that wait on thy behest.
+Let them go with thee, prithee, for I from hence must wend.
+Three hundred marks of silver I give them to this end,
+To spend upon the marriage or what else pleaseth thee,
+Since within high Valencia in thy wardship they will be.
+The sons and the daughters shall thy children be all four;
+Whate'er shall be thy pleasure, do with them, Campeador."
+
+The Cid received them from him, and the King's hand did kiss.
+"My sovereign and my master, I think thee well for this.
+Thou shalt give away my daughters, for I will not do the deed."
+After the parle was over they gave pledges and agreed
+That the next day in the morning when forth the sun should flame,
+All persons at the parley should return to whence they came.
+Thereby both fame and honor had the lord Cid Campeador,
+And many mules and mighty, and fair palfreys furthermore,
+And fine and precious raiment. And to give gifts he began,
+Whatso he would to who would take, and denied it to no man.
+As gifts full sixty horses did the lord Cid present.
+Whoe'er was at the parley therewith was full content.
+Now were they fain of parting, for night was like to fall.
+
+The King the Heirs of Carrion took by the hand withal,
+In the power of the Cid Campeador he put them both straightway.
+"Behold them here thy children; since thy sons-in-law are they;
+From this day forth do with them as thy heart shall give accord.
+May they serve thee as their father, and keep thee for their
+lord."
+
+"I thank thee and accept, O King, the gift which thou hast given.
+Mayst thou be well rewarded by God who is in heaven.
+
+CV.
+"Of thee, my liege and sovran, a boon do I request
+Since thou givest to wed my daughters in what way likes thee best,
+Choose one my girls to give away, who in thy place shall stand,
+Since thou hast them, I will never give them o'er with mine own
+hand.
+To the Heirs. Such satisfaction to them shall be denied."
+"Behold here Alvar Fanez," the King to him replied,
+"Take them by the hand and give them to the heirs, even as I
+Here afar off have ta ten them, as though I were hard by;
+And throughout all the vigil their sponsor shalt thou be.
+When again to me thou comest tell all the truth to me."
+
+Said Alvar Fanez: "Faith! My lord, I am content indeed."
+
+CVI.
+To all this with due caution, know well they have agreed.
+"Ha! King, my lord Alfonso much honored, for a sign
+Of the parley that we held here, thou shalt take a gift of mine.
+I bring thee thirty palfreys that are trapped rich and well,
+And thirty fleet war-horses, each with a noble selle.
+Take them and I will kiss thy hand."
+The King Alfonso spake:
+"Deep in thy debt thou hast me. Thy present I will take
+Which thou givest. The Creator and all his saints accord
+For the kindness thou hast done me that thou have a fair reward.
+Oh my lord Cid Roy Diaz, thou hast done me honor high.
+Full well thou cost my service, and well content am I.
+Mayst thou reap of me some harvest ere my life be at an end.
+Into God's hands I give thee. From the parley will I wend.
+Hail God in Heaven! grant us our treaty well to keep."
+
+CVII.
+The Cid mounted Bavieca his charger at a leap.
+"Here before my King Alfonso I say it openly,
+Who would fain go to the marriage or would have a gift of me,
+Let him come with me. His profit shall be great, as I conceive."
+
+Now of his lord Alfonso the lord Cid took his leave..
+His company he wished not, he departed from him straight.
+There might you see a many of knights of fair estate
+Taking leave of King Alfonso, that the while his hands did kiss:
+"Let it be now thy pleasure, and prithee grant us this--
+'Neath the Cid to great Valencia now will we march away
+To see the Heirs of Carrion upon their wedding day,
+And Dame Sol and Dame Elvira that the Cid's daughters be."
+
+Therewith the King was satisfied and gave them liberty.
+And the King's bands diminished and the Cid's increased the more.
+Great company of people marched with the Campeador.
+
+They rode straight to Valencia ta'en when his star was high.
+On Diego and Ferrando he bade them keep an eye.
+Muno Gustioz and Per Vermudoz they had commandment plain--
+In all my lord Cid's household were not a better twain
+The ways of them of Carrion to discover them and find.
+Ansuor Gonzalvez joined the Heirs who was a noisy hind,
+Loose-tongued, and for untrustful in other things well known.
+They showered many honors on the Heirs of Carrion.
+
+Behold them in Valencia that the Cid my lord had ta'en.
+When they looked upon the city they were exceeding fain.
+Muno Gustioz and don Pero, to them the lord Cid spake:
+"Straightway the Heirs of Carrion unto a lodging take,
+But do you tarry with them, so doth my order run.
+When entereth in the morning, when breaketh forth the sun,
+Of Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, their brides, they shall have sight."
+
+CVIII.
+Then every man departed to his lodging-place that night.
+The Cid Campeador has entered his castle once again.
+Abode him Dame Ximena, she and her daughters twain.
+
+"Campeador who in good season girt sword, thou hast come thy ways;
+May the eyes of our faces behold thee many days."
+
+"I am come, wife much honored, by the Creator's grace,
+And sons-in-law I bring thee, whence our fame shall wax apace.
+I have married you well, my daughters, so thank me for it well.
+
+CIX.
+Forthwith a-kissing of his hands his wife and daughters fell,
+And likewise all the ladies their pleasure still that did.
+"Thanks be to the Creator and to thee, fair-bearded Cid,
+What thing thou cost soever, it is well done indeed.
+In all thy days thy daughters shall never be in need."
+
+"When thou givest us in marriage, great wealth to us shall fall."
+
+CX.
+"Wife o'mine, Dame Ximena. praise God who made us all.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, my girls to you I say,
+From your marriage in all honor shall we increase alway.
+But that I did not begin it, the truth now understand;
+My lord Alfonso sought you and stately made demand
+With such firm will, I wist not how to deny the thing.
+And I put you both, my daughters, in the keeping of the King.
+Know that he giveth you to wed, and that I am not the man."
+
+CXI.
+To make beautiful the palace, then one and all began.
+There was displayed much arras on wall and pavement both,
+Much purple and much samite and store of precious cloth.
+'Twould have pleased you in that palace to have sat you down to
+eat.
+And speedily together did his knights assembled meet.
+
+And for the Heirs of Carrion as at that time they sent,
+To horse they got and onward to the palace forth they went.
+And fine is all their raiment, and stuff of proof likewise.
+They came afoot and properly, God! in what lowly guise!
+The Cid and all his vassals received them when they came.
+They bowed the head before him; they bowed before his dame;
+Straightway to take their places on a noble seat they strode.
+Of my lord Cid all the henchmen exceeding wisdom showed,
+His speech who in good hour was born in quiet they expect.
+
+And now the noble Campeador hath risen up erect:
+"Since such a deed is toward, why do we tarry here?
+Come hither Alvar Fanez whom I cherish and hold dear.
+My daughters twain, behold them, to thy hand I give them o'er.
+Be it known so to perform it unto the King I swore,
+To fail in our agreement is in no way mine intent.
+To the Heirs of Carrion their brides, now with thine hand present;
+Let them have benediction and speed the wedding through."
+
+To him replied Minaya: "This will I gladly do."
+
+The ladies rose. He gave them into Minaya's care.
+To Carrion's Heirs, Minaya now doth his charge declare:
+"Lo! Minaya here before you, ye brothers born that be!
+By the hand of King Alfonso, who has laid this charge on me,
+I give to you these ladies that are both of noble blood,
+That to wife ye take them nobly and in fair guise and good."
+
+And with a will and gladly to take their brides they came,
+And they kissed the hands straightway of my lord Cid and his dame.
+
+They came forth from the palace when all these things were done.
+And then unto Saint Mary's in haste they got them gone.
+Bishop Jerome his vestments swiftly to him has ta 'en,
+And he abode the coming at the portal of the fane.
+He has given them his blessing, and chanted mass in course.
+
+When from the church they issued with speed they got to horse.
+They hastened from Valencia forth on the sandy shore.
+God! the Cid and his companions, how well their arms they bore!
+He who in happy hour was born, three times hath changed his steed.
+With what he saw my lord the Cid was well content indeed,
+For the two heirs of Carrion have well their steeds bestrode.
+With the ladies to Valencia then home again they rode.
+In that fair hold resplendent was the wedding that they had.
+To rear up seven quintains the Cid next morning bade;
+Before they went to dinner, were the seven burst in twain.
+
+Full fifteen days together at the wedding they remain.
+The fifteen days well nigh are done; homeward the nobles ride.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo who was born in a good tide
+Of the mules and the palfreys and the battle-chargers swift,
+Of beasts alone an hundred has granted forth in gift,
+And cloaks, fur capes, and raiment of other sort great store,
+and bestowed wealth in money in abundance furthermore.
+The vassals of my lord the Cid, for they had counselled so,
+For their part bridal tokens upon the guests bestow.
+He came by great possession whoso thereof was fain,
+Who was at the bridal, wealthy came to Castile again.
+Now are all these guests together about to ride away;
+To Roy Diaz in good hour born their last devoirs they pay,
+And likewise to the ladies, and his men of high descent.
+My lord Cid and his vassals they left in high content.
+They said much honor of them as was indeed their due.
+Diego and Ferrando were passing merry too;
+Of the Count don Gonzalvo they were the children twain.
+
+And now the guests came homeward unto Castile again.
+The Cid and his two sons-in-law in Valencia they stay.
+There dwell the Heirs until two years have well nigh passed away.
+It was a mighty welcome in that city that they had.
+The Cid and all his vassals were all exceeding glad.
+Saint Mary and our Father, may it please them to consent
+That the Cid and he who wrought it with the bridal be content.
+Of this Cantar the couplets come now unto their end.
+The Saints and the Creator preserve you and defend.
+
+CANTAR III
+
+THE AFFRONT OF CORPES
+
+CXII.
+The Cid lay in Valencia with all his men beside;
+With him the Heirs of Carrion his sons-in-law abide.
+Upon his couch to slumber lay the good Campeador.
+There fell a hard occasion, a thing they looked not for.
+From his cage came forth the lion, from his bonds he broke away.
+All men throughout the palace in mighty dread were they.
+'Neath the arm the Campeador his men their mantles up have ta'en,
+About his couch they gathered, and beside their lord remain.
+As for Ferrand Gonzalvez the Heir of Carrion,
+He saw no place to hide in; chamber or tower was none.
+Beneath the seat he crouched him so mighty was his dread.
+And Didago Gonzalvez out through the doorway fled,
+Crying aloud: "Wo! Carrion no more shall I behold."
+Beneath a wine-press timber he hid in fear untold.
+Thence he brought cloak and tunic all filthy and forlorn.
+
+With that he woke from slumber, who in happy hour was born,
+And saw his good men round his couch in a close ring that stood.
+
+"Now what is this my henchmen ~ What is it that ye would?"
+
+"Ha, worthy lord! The lion gave us a fearful fright."
+The Cid leaned on his elbow, on his feet he leaped upright.
+He flung his cloak on shoulder. Straight for the beast he made.
+The lion when he saw him, so sorely was afraid
+That before the Cid, low cowering, to earth his head he bent.
+Hy lord Cid don Rodrigo him by the neck has hent.
+He drew him and he dragged him and within his cage shut fast.
+As many as heheld it thought it a marvel vast.
+
+And then through the palace they returned unto the hall,
+Of his sons the Cid made question, but found them not at all.
+Though they shouted for them loudly, none answered to the hail.
+And when at last they found them, oh, but their cheeks were pale!
+Such mirth as in the palace was ye never saw before;
+But to plague them was forbidden by the lord Cid Campeador.
+Many thought that but for cowards themselves the twain had shown.
+Sore grieved at what befell them were the Heirs of Carrion.
+
+CXIII.
+While thus the affair standeth wherein they had such shame,
+A host out of Morocco to besiege Valencia came.
+Their camp within the Quarter Field have they arrayed aright.
+For fifty thousand chieftains pavilions have they pight.
+'Twas the King Bucar if perchance of him ye e'er heard tell.
+
+CXIV.
+The Cid and all his henchmen, it pleased them passing well,
+For so by the lord's favor their gain should grow the more.
+But know the Heirs of Carrion at heart were very sore,
+For they saw of the Moriscos many and many a tent,
+Which liked them not. The brothers forthwith apart they went.
+"We would keep in mind our profit, nor for the loss have care.
+And now within this battle we must needs do our share."
+"Such a thing well may keep us from seeing Carrion more.
+Widows will be the daughters of the good Campeador."
+
+But Munoz Gustioz heakened how in secret they conferred.
+To the Cid Campeador he came with the tale of what he heard:
+"The two Heirs thy sons-in-law, their courage is so strong,
+Because they go to battle, for Carrion they long.
+As God cherishes and keeps them, go bid them have good heart,
+That they in peace may tarry, nor in battle have a part.
+But with that we shall conquer, and God shall be our stay."
+
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo with a smile went his way.
+"My sons, the Heirs of Carrion. God have you in his care.
+In your arms rest my daughters that as the sun are fair.
+And as I yearn for battle, so of Carrion are ye fain.
+In pleasance in Valencia to your hearts desire remain!,
+For as for the Moriscos, them well enough I know,
+And by grace of the Creator have courage to o'erthrow."
+
+*******************
+
+While they spoke thus, King Bucar sent word and commanded The Cid
+to quit Valencia and go his way in peace.*
+
+*At this point a lacuna occurs in the text of the poem. The prose
+passage is supplied from the Chronicle of the Twenty Kings, an
+emendation due to Pidal.
+
+Otherwise Bucar would exact payment for all that the Cid had done
+in the city. The Cid said to him who bore the message:
+
+"Go thou and say to Bucar, that son of an enemy, that before three
+days are past, I will give him all that he asks."
+
+The next day the Cid ordered all his men to take up their weapons,
+and marched out against the Moors. The Heirs of Carrion on that
+occasion sought the van of him. After the Cid had marshalled his
+men in order of battle, don Ferrando, one of the Heirs, went forth
+to attack a Moor who was called Aladraf. The Moor, when he beheld
+don Ferrando, came forward likewise to attack him. Thereupon the
+Heir of Carrion, being overcome with fear of the Moor, wheeled his
+horse and fled before him. Single-handed he dared not await the
+Moor's coming.
+
+When Pero Vermudoz, who was hard by, beheld this, he attacked the
+Moor, fought with him and slew him. Then he took the Moor's horse
+and went in quest of the Heir who was in full flight.
+
+"Don Ferrando," he said to him, "take this horse and tell all men
+that thou didst slay the Moor, his master. I will be thy witness."
+And the Heir replied: "Don Pero Vermudoz, I thank thee greatly for
+what thou sayest.
+
+*******************
+
+"May I see that time when payment I shall make to thee twice o'er
+For all that thou deserves". The twain turned back once more.
+Don Pero there bore witness to Ferrando's brag and lie.
+The Cid and all his vassals were gladdened much thereby.
+
+"If God our Father wills it, in Heaven that doth dwell,
+My sons-in-law in battle shall both acquit them well."
+
+So they spake. And the two armies now the advance began.
+In the Moorish host resounded of the drums the rataplan.
+It was among the Christians a marvel sore to some,
+For never had they heard it, since but newly were they come.
+On Diego and Ferrando greater wonder yet did fall,
+And of their free will thither they would not have come at all.
+To what he said who was brought forth in happy hour give ear:
+"Ho! now don Pero Vermudoz, who art my nephew dear,
+Didago and Ferrando now keep them well for me,
+For in mine eyes my sons-in-law are dear exceedingly.
+By God's help the Moriscos shall hold the field no more."
+
+CXVI.
+"In the name of every charity I tell thee, Campeador,
+That today to be their keeper I never will remain.
+To me they matter little--let him keep them who is fain.
+I with my men about me against their van will smite;
+Do thou with thine hold firmly the rearward of the fight.
+Then canst thou aid me lightly if peril should arise."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez came then to him likewise.
+"Oh, Cid, give ear, and hearken, Oh faithful Campeador!
+For surely in this battle shall God himself make war,
+And He will make thee worthy with Him therein to share.
+Where 'er thou deemest fitting bid us attack them there.
+Each man must do his duty. Upon them let us thrust.
+On God and on thy fortune now hangeth all our trust."
+My lord Cid said: "Then prithee tarry here yet awhile."
+Lo! don Jerome the Bishop who was armed in gallant style,
+He stopped before the Campeador. Fair fortune had he aye.
+"The Mass of Holy Trinity I sang for thee this day.
+For this cause from mine own country did I seek thee and ensue,
+Since in the slaughter of the Moor such great delight I knew.
+And I am fain to honor both mine order and mine hand.
+In the forefront of the battle it is my desire to stand.
+And crosses on my pennant, and blazoned arms have I.
+If it be God his pleasure, I am fain mine arms to try,
+That so at last my spirit in perfect peace may be,
+And thou mayst be, my lord the Cid, better content with me.
+If thou cost me not this honor, from thy side I will retire."
+
+The lord Cid gave him answer: "I am pleased with thy desire.
+Of the Moors go make a trial, lo, where they are in sight.
+From hence we shall behold it, how the Abbot fights the fight."
+
+CXVII.
+And don Jerome the Bishop went spurring thence away.
+'Gainst the cnd of the encampment lie guided forth the fray.
+By his good hap and God's mercy who ever loved him well,
+At the first stroke he delivered two Moors before him fell.
+When in twain his lance was broken, he set hand upon the blade.
+Well was he tried. And Name of God! what a fair fight he made!
+Two with the lance, and with the sword five of the foe he slew.
+The Moors are very many. Around him close they drew,
+They did not pierce his armour, though they laid on strokes of
+power.
+
+His eyes beheld the Bishop, who was born in happy hour,
+He caught his shield, the battle-spear he laid it low along,
+He spurred Bavieca the well-paced steed and strong,
+He went to smite against them with all his soul and heart.
+The foremost ranks of battle did the lord Cid dispart:
+Of the Moors he struck down seven, and five of them hath slain.
+God was well pleased, the battle it was granted him to gain.
+My lord Cid and his henchmen in hot pursuit they went.
+There had you seen the stakes uptorn and may a tent-rope rent,
+And all the ten-poles falling that were wrought so rich and brave.
+From the tents, my lord Cid's vassals King Bucar's henchmen
+drave.
+
+CXVIII.
+Out of the tents they drave them; on them in pursuit they flew.
+Many arms and many a hauberk, had you seen there cloven through,
+And many a head well helmed in the battle fallen low,
+And many a steed masterless that galloped to and fro.
+For seven miles together they followed up the flight.
+As he followed, on King Bucar the Cid my lord did light:
+"Turn hither, Bucar. thou hast come from the land over sea.
+The Cid whose beard is mighty thou shalt meet with presently.
+Let us greet, and in fast friendship let each to each be bound."
+To the Cid answered Bucar: "Such a friendship God confound.
+A sword in hand thou bearest, and I see thee spur amain,
+Seemeth well that thou upon me to try that blade art fain.
+If my horse keep from stumbling and falleth not with me.
+Thou shalt not overtake me till we ride into the sea."
+My lord Cid answered: "With the truth that word no faith shall
+keep."
+A good steed had Bucar that sprang off great leap on leap.
+But the Cid's Bavieca upon him fast did gain.
+Three fathoms from the water was Bucar overta 'en.
+He has lifted up Colada. A great stroke did he smite.
+The carbuncles upon his heml he has smitten through forthright.
+He cut straight through the helmet, all else in twain he crave,
+And slashing to the girdle of the King came down the glaive.
+Bucar the King from oversea the Cid hath overthrown.
+Well worth a thousand golden marks was the great sword Tizon,
+That he took there. 'Twas a victory most marvelous and great.
+Here my lord Cid got honor and all that on him wait.
+
+CXIX.
+And now with all that booty, homeward again they wheeled.
+And be it known that steadfastly they plundered all the field.
+With him who in good hour was born to the fonts they came once
+more;
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz, the famous Campeador,
+With two swords he greatly cherished through the carnage swiftly
+passed.
+O'er his brow his cap was wrinkled, back was his mail-hood cast,
+And but a little ruffled was the cap upon his hair.
+On every side his henchmen came thronging to him there.
+My lord the Cid saw somewhat and was well pleased thereby,
+For he looked forth before him lifting up his eyes on high.
+And Diego and Ferrando he beheld, that near him drew.
+Of the Count don Gonzalvo the children were the two.
+My lord the Cid smiled beautifully, for a glad man was he.
+
+"Are ye come here, my sons-in-law? Ye are both sons to me.
+I know that with the fighting ye are right well content.
+To Carrion fair tidings that concern you shall be sent,
+How by us the King Bucar unto defeat was thrust.
+As sure as unto the Lord God and all his saints I trust,
+With the rout of the foeman shall we all we be satisfied.
+Minaya Alvar Fanez came now unto his side.
+Hacked with the swords was all the shield that at his neck he
+wore.
+The strokes of many lances had scarred it furthermore.
+They that those strokes had stricken, had reaped therefrom no
+gain.
+Down the blood streamed from his elbows. More than twenty had he
+slain.
+"To God and to the Father on High now praises be,
+And Cid who in good hour wast born so likewise unto thee.
+Thou slewest the King Bucar, and we ha' won the day.
+To thee and to thy vassals belongeth all the prey.
+And as for thy two sons-in-law they have been proved aright,
+Who got their fill of Moorish war upon the field of fight."
+
+Said my lord Cid in answer, I therefore am right glad.
+Since they are proved, hereafter in esteem shall they be had."
+
+In honesty he said it, but a jest the thing they thought.
+The prey unto Valencia they gathered and they brough't.
+My lord the Cid was merry and his vassals with him there.
+Six hundred marks of silver were allotted to his share.
+
+The sons-in-law of my lord Cid, when they had ta'en away
+Their war-prize, when the booty safe in their hand had they,
+Took care that no decrease thereof should in their time be made.
+In the city of Valencia they were splendidly arrayed,
+Feeding well, and wearing noble cloaks and gallant capes of fur.
+The Cid and all his henchmen exceeding glad they were.
+
+CXX.
+'Twas a great day in the palace of the Cid Campeador,
+When he had slain King Bucar and they won the field of war.
+He raised his hand, he plucked his beard: "To Christ now glory be,
+Who is the Lord of all the Earth, for my desire I see,
+That with me in the battle my two sons should front the foe.
+Of them most noble tidings to Carrion shall go:
+How they are greatly honored, and what renown they gain."
+
+CXXI.
+It was a mighty booty that the Cid his host had ta 'en.
+Part is their own. In safety they kept the rest aside.
+My lord the Cid gave orders who was born in a good tide,
+That to all men of that conquest his true share they should allot,
+And that the fifth of my lord Cid should nowise be forgot.
+And all mcn did according, being prudent one and all.
+For his fifth, six hundred horses to my lord Cid did fall,
+And there were many camels and, moreover, mules as well.
+Of them there were so many, that their number none might tell.
+
+CXXII.
+All of this prey was captured by the great Campeador:
+"Now unto God be glory who is Lord the whole world o'er.
+Before I was in poverty who have grown rich and great,
+For now I have possessions, gold, honor, and estate;
+And the two Heirs of Carrion my sons-in-law are they.
+And since it is God's pleasure I win in every fray;
+And the Moors and the Christians they have great dread of me.
+And over in Morocco, where many mosques there be,
+Where all men are in terror lest upon them I descend
+On some fine night. That venture in no way I intend--
+I shall not go to seek them. In Valencia I shall stay.
+By God's aid, to me their tribute they shall render up and pay.
+To me or unto whom I will, they shall pay the money down."
+
+Very great was the rejoicing in Valencia the town
+That rose in all the levies of the Cid Campeador,
+That God's will hath vouchsafed them to triumph in the war.
+Likewise of both his sons-in-law excelling was the mirth,
+For each of them won booty five thousand marks in worth.
+Themselves they deem right wealthy, those Heirs of Carrion twain.
+
+And they with all the others to the palace came again.
+With my lord the Cid the Bishop don Jerome standeth here.
+And the good AIvar Fanez, the fighting cavalier.
+Of the Campeador his household are many others by.
+When the heirs of Carrion entered, they were given greeting high.
+By Minaya for the sake of my lord Cid Campeador:
+"Come, brothers, by your presence now are we honored more."
+When they were come the Campeador was merry of his cheer:
+"Lo! now behold, my sons-in-law, my faithful wife and dear,
+With Dame Sol and Dame Elvira that are my daughters twain,
+Now nobly may they serve you and nobly entertain.
+Now glory to Saint Mary, Mother of our Lord! God's name!
+You are like from these your marriages to win abundant fame.
+Unto the land of Carrion fair tidings shall be sped."
+
+CXXIII.
+Out spake the Heir Ferrando when all the word was said:
+"Glory to the Creator, and, noble Cid, to thee.
+We have so many riches that numberless they be.
+Through you we have much honor, and we have fought for you;
+We conquered the Moriscos in the battle, and we slew
+King Bucar, proven traitor, so pray you have a care
+Now for some other matter; well marcheth our affair."
+
+My lord the Cid his henchmen spake smiling round about
+Of whoso fought most fiercely or best pursued the rout.
+
+But Diego and Ferrando mid such men they did not find.
+And now in all the japing the henchmen had designed
+Both day and night together they mocked sore the Heirs again.
+A very evil counsel together took the twain.
+Verily they are brothers, forthwith apart they turn
+To the thing that they have spoken, let us have no concern.
+"Let us return to Carrion. Here overlong we wait.
+The riches wc have gathered are excellent and great.
+We cannot hope to spend them in the mountance of our lives.
+
+CXXIV.
+"Now of the Cid the Campeador let us demand our wives.
+Let us say that we will bear them to the lands of Carrion.
+The place where they are heiresses shall unto them be shown.
+We shall take them from Valencia, from the Campeador his reach.
+And then upon the journey we shall work our will on each,
+Ere the matter of the lion for a sore reproach and scorn
+They turn to our discomfort who are heirs of Carrion born.
+We shall bear with us of treasure nigh priceless a fair stock.
+Of the daughters of the Campeador we two shall make our mock.
+We shall be rich men always who possess such valiant things,
+And fit to marry daughters of emperors or kings,
+Who art the Counts of Carrion by virtue of our birth.
+The Campeador his daughters we shall mock at in our mirth.
+Ere the matter of the lion they throw at us in disdain."
+
+When this they had decided the two returned again.
+Ontspake Ferrand Golzalvez for silence in the Court:
+
+"Cid Campeador, so may our God abide thy strong support,
+May it please Dame Ximena, but first seem good to thee,
+And Minaya Alvar Fanez and all men here that be
+Give us our wives. By marriage are they ours in very deed.
+Unto our lands in Carrion those ladies we will lead.
+With the dower-lands to enfeoff them that we gave for bridal right
+Of the lands of our possession, thy daughters shall have sight,
+And those wherein the children to be born to us shall share."
+
+The Cid my lord the Campeador scented no insult there:
+"I shall give you my daughters and of my wealth dispone.
+Ye gave them glebe of dowry in the lands of Carrion,
+Three thousands marks of dower shall to my girls belong.
+I will give mules and palfreys both excellent and strong,
+And great steeds of battle swift and of mighty thew,
+And cloth and silken garments with the gold woven through.
+Colada and Tizon the swords I will give to you likewise
+Full well ye know I got them in very gallant guise.
+My sons ye are, for to you do I give my daughters two.
+My very heart's blood thither ye carry home with you.
+In Leon and in Galicia and Castile let all men hear
+How I sent forth my sons-in-law with such abundant gear.
+And serve you well my daughters, your wedded wives that be.
+An you serve them well rich guerdon ye shall obtain of me."
+To this the heirs of Carrion their full assent made plain.
+The daughters of the Campeador were given them and ta'en,
+And they began receiving as the Cid's orders went.
+When of all their heart's desire they were at last content,
+Then Carrion's heirs commanded that the packs be loaded straight,
+
+Through Valencia the city was the press of business great,
+And all have taken weapons and all men gallop strong,
+For they must forth the daughters of the Cid to speed along
+Unto the lands of Carrion. To mount all men prepare,
+Farewell all men are saying. But the two sisters there,
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, kneeled to the Cid Campeador:
+"A boon, so may God keep thee, O father, we implore.
+
+Thou begottest us. Our mother she brought us forth in pain.
+Our liege-lord and our lady, here do ye stand ye twain.
+Now to the lands of Carrion to send us is your will;
+It is our bounden duty thy commandment to fulfil.
+And so we two together ask but this boon of thee,
+That in the lands of Carrion thy tidings still may be."
+My lord the Cid has clasped them, and he has kissed the twain.
+
+CXXV.
+This hath he done. Their mother hath doubled it again.
+"Go, daughters! the Creator of you henceforth have care
+Mine and your father's blessing you still with you shall bear.
+Go forth where you are dowered in Carrion to dwell.
+I have, after my thinking, married you passing well."
+The hands of their father and their mother kissed the two.
+Blessing and benediction they gave to them anew.
+
+My lord Cid and the others have fettled them to ride,
+With armor and with horses and caparisons of pride.
+From Valencia the splendid were the Heirs departing then.
+They took leave of the ladies and all their bands of men.
+Through the meadow of Valencia forth under arms they went.
+The Cid and all his armies were very well content.
+He who in good hour belted brand in signs had seen it plain
+That these marriages in no way should stand without a stain.
+But since the twain are married, he may not repent him now.
+
+CXXVI.
+"My nephew Felez Munoz, I prithee where art thou?
+Thou art my daughters' cousin in thy soul and in thine heart.
+With them even unto Carrion I command thee to depart.
+Thou shalt see what lands for dower to my girls are given o'er,
+And shalt come again with tidings unto the Campeador.''
+
+Quoth Felez Munoz: "Heart and soul that duty pleases me."
+Minaya Alvar Fanez before the Cid came he:
+"Back to the town of Valencia, Oh Cid, now let us go;
+For if our God and Father the Creator's will be so,
+To Carrion's lands thy daughters to visit we shall wend.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, to God do we commend.
+Such things may you accomplish as will make us glad and fain."
+
+The sons-in-law gave answer: "Now that may God ordain."
+
+They lamented much at parting. Daughters and sire wept sore,
+So also wept the cavaliers of the Cid Campeador.
+"Thou, cousin, Felez Munoz, now hark to this aright.
+Thou shalt go by Molina, and there shalt lie one night,
+And greet fair the Morisco Avengalvon my friend;
+That he may most fair reception to my sons-in-law extend.
+Tell him I send my daughters to the lands of Carrion,
+In all their needs his courtesy as beseemeth shall be shown.
+Let him ward them to Medina for the love he beareth me.
+For all that he cloth for them I will give him a rich fee."
+
+They parted then, as when the nail out of the flesh is torn.
+
+He turned back to Valencia who in happy hour was born.
+And now the Heirs of Carrion have fettled them to fare.
+Saint Mary of Alvarrazin, their halting-place was there.
+
+From thence the Heirs of Carrion plied furiously the spur.
+Ho! in Molina with the Moor Avengalvon they were.
+The Morisco when he heard it in his heart was well content,
+And forth with great rejoicings to welcome them he went.
+Ah, God! how well he served them in what e 'er their joy might be!
+The next day in the morning to horse with them got he.
+He bade two hundred horsemen for escort forth to ride.
+They crossed the mountains of Luzon (so are they signified),
+And the Vale of Arbujuelo to the Jalon they came.
+The place where they found lodging, Ansarera is its name.
+Unto the daughters of the Cid, the Moor fair presents gave,
+And to either Heir of Carrion beside a charger brave.
+For the love he bore the Campeador, all this for them he wrought.
+
+They looked upon the riches that the Moor with him had brought
+And then together treason did the brothers twain concert.
+"Since the daughters of the Campeador we shortly shall desert,
+If but we might do unto death Aengalvon the Moor,
+The treasure he possesses for ourselves we should secure
+Safe as our wealth in Carrion those goods we will maintain.
+And ne'er will the Cid Campeador avenge on us the stain."
+While they of Carrion this shame complotted each with each,
+In the midst a Moor o'erheard them, that could of Latin speech.
+He kept no secret. With it to Avengalvon he ran:
+"Thou art my lord. Be wary of these persons, Castellan.
+I heard the heirs of Carrion that plotted death for thee."
+
+CXXVII.
+This same Avengalvon the Moor, a gallant man was he
+He got straightway on horseback with servitors ten score.
+He brandished high his weapons, he came the Heirs before.
+And the two Heirs with what he said but little pleased they are:
+"If for his sake I forebore not, my lord Cid of Bivar,
+I would do such deeds upon you as through all the world should
+ring,
+
+And then to the true Campeador his daughters would I bring.
+And unto Carrion never should you enter from that day.
+
+CXXVIII.
+What I have done against you, ho! Heirs of Carrion, say,
+For without guile I served you, and lo, my death ye plot.
+For wicked men and traitors I will leave you on the spot.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira with your good leave I go;
+For of these men of Carrion I rate the fame but low.
+God will it and command it, who is Lord of all the Earth.
+That the Campeador hereafter of this match have joy and mirth."
+That thing the Moor has told them, and back he turned him there.
+When he crossed over thee Jalon, weapon he waved in air.
+He returned unto Molina like a man of prudent heart.
+
+And now from Ansarera did Carrion's Heirs depart;
+And they began thereafter to travel day and night.
+And they let Atienza on the left, a craggy height.
+The forest of Miedes, now have they overpassed,
+And on through Montes Claros they pricked forward spurring fast.
+And then passed Griza on the left that Alamos did found.
+There be the caves where Elpha he imprisoned underground.
+And they left San Estevan, on their right that lay afar.
+Within the woods of Corpes, the Heirs of Carrion are.
+And high the hills are wooded, to the clouds the branches sweep,
+And savage are the creatures that roundabout them creep;
+And there upon a bower with a clear spring they light
+And there the Heirs of Carrion bade that their tent be pight.
+There with their men about them, that night they lay at rest.
+With their wives clasped to their bosom their affection they
+protest,
+But ill the twain fulfilled it, when the dawn came up the East.
+They bade put goods a plenty on the back of every beast.
+Where they at night found lodging, now have they struck the tent.
+The people of their household far on before them went.
+Of the two Heirs of Carrion so the commandment ran,
+That none behind should linger, a woman or a man.
+But Dame Sol and Dame Elvira their wives shall tarry still,
+With whom it is their pleasure to dally to their fill.
+
+The others have departed. They four are left alone.
+Great evil had been plotted by the Heirs of Carrion.
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, ye may take this for true:
+Here in the desert wildwood shall a mock be made of you.
+Today is our departure, we will leave you here behind.
+And in the lands of Carrion no portion shall you find.
+Let them hasten with these tidings to the Cid Campeador.
+Thus, the matter of the lion, we avenge ourselves therefor."
+
+Their furs and their mantles, from the ladies they have whipped.
+In their shifts and their tunics they left the ladies stripped.
+With spur on heel before them those wicked traitors stand,
+And saddle-girths both stout and strong they have taken in the
+hand.
+When the ladies had beheld it, then out spake Sol the dame:
+"Don Diego, don Ferrando, we beeech you in God's name.
+You have two swords about you, that for strength and edge are
+known.
+And one they call Colada, the other is Tizon.
+Strike off our heads together, and martyrs we shall die.
+The Moriscos and the Christians against this deed shall cry.
+It stands not with our deserving that we should suffer thus.
+So evil an example, then do not make of us.
+Unto our own abasement, if you scourge us, you consent,
+That men will bring against you in parle and parliament."
+
+Naught profits it the ladies, however hard they pray.
+And now the Heirs of Carrion upon them 'gan to lay.
+With the buckled girths they scourged them in fashion unbeseen,
+And exceeding was their anguish from the sharp spurs and keen.
+They rent the shifts and wounded the bodies of the two,
+And forth upon the tunics the clear blood trickled through.
+In their very hearts the ladies have felt that agony.
+What a fair fortune were it, if God's will it might be,
+Had then appeared before them the Cid the Campeador.
+
+Powerless were the ladies, and the brothers scourged them sore.
+Their shifts and their sullies throughout the blood did stain.
+Of scourging the two ladies wearied the brothers twain,
+
+Which man should smite most fiercely they had vied each with each.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira had no longer power of speech.
+Within the wood of Corpes for dead they left the pair.
+
+CXXIX.
+Their cloaks and furs of ermine along with them they bare,
+In their shifts and tunics, fainting, they left them there behind,
+A prey to every wild-fowl and beast of savage kind.
+
+Know you, for dead, not living, they left them in such cheer.
+Good hap it were if now the Cid, Roy Diaz, should appear.
+
+CXXX.
+The Heirs of Carrion for dead have left them thus arrayed,
+For the one dame to the other, could give no sort of aid.
+They sang each other's praises as they journeyed through the wood:
+"For the question of our marriage we have made our vengeance good.
+Unbesought, to be our lemans we should not take that pair,
+Because as wedded consorts for our arms unfit they were.
+For the insult of the lion vengeance shall thus be ta'en."
+
+CXXXI.
+They sang each other's praises, the Heirs of Carrion twain.
+But now of Felez Munoz will I tell the tale once more.
+Even he that was nephew to the Cid Campeador.
+They had bidden him ride onward, but he was not well content.
+And his heart smote within him as along the road he went.
+Straightway from all the others' a space did he withraw.
+There Felez Munoz entered into a thick-grown straw,
+Till the coming of his cousins should be plain to be perceived
+Or what the Heirs of Carrion as at that time achieved.
+And he beheld them coming, and heard them say their say,
+But they did not espy him, nor thought of him had they.
+Be it known death he had not scaped, had they on him laid eye.
+And the two Heirs rode onward, pricking fast the spur they ply.
+On their trail Felez Munoz has turned him back again.
+He came upon his cousins. In a swoon lay the twain.
+And crying "Oh my cousins!" straightway did he alight.
+By the reins the horse he tethered, and went to them forthright.
+
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, cousins of mine that be,
+The two Heirs of Carrion have borne them dastardly.
+Please God that for this dealing they may get a shameful gain."
+And straightway he bestirred him to life to bring the twain.
+Deep was their swoon. Of utterance all power they had forlorn.
+Of his heart the very fabric thereby in twain was torn.
+"Oh my cousins Dame Elvira and Dame Sol," he cried and spake,
+"For the love of the Creator, my cousins twain, awake,
+While yet the day endureth, ere falls the evening-hour,
+Lest in the wood our bodies the savage beast devour."
+
+In Dame Sol and Dame Elvira fresh life began to rise;
+And they looked on Felez Munoz when at last they oped their eyes:
+"For the love of God my cousins, now be of courage stout.
+From the time the Heirs of Carrion shall miss me from their rout,
+With utmost speed thereafter will they hunt me low and high.
+And if God will not help us, in this place we then must die."
+To him out spoke the Lady Sol in bitter agony:
+"If the Campeador, our father, deserveth well of thee,
+My cousin give us water, so may God help thee too."
+A hat had Felez Munoz, from Valencia, fine and new,
+Therein he caught the water, and to his cousins bore.
+To drink their fill he gave them, for they were stricken sore.
+Till they rose up, most earnestly he begged them and implored.
+He comforts them and heartens them until they are restored.
+He took the two and quickly set them a-horse again.
+He wrapped them in his mantle. He took the charger's rein
+Aud sped them on, and through Corpes Wood they took their way.
+They issued from the forest between the night and day.
+The waters of Duero they at the last attain.
+At Dame Urraca's tower he left behind the twain,
+And then unto Saint Stephen's did Felez Munoz fare.
+He found Diego Tellez, Alvar Fanez' vassal, there.
+When he had heard those tidings on his heart great sorrow fell.
+And he took beasts of burden and garments that excel.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira to welcome did he go.
+He lodged the in Saint Stephen's. Great honor did he show
+Those ladies. In Saint Stephen's very gentle are the men,
+When they had heard the tidings their hearts were sorry then.
+To the Cid's daughters tribute of plenteous fare they yield.
+In that place the ladies tarried, till the time when they were
+healed.
+
+Loud they sang each other's praises, those Heirs of Carrion,
+And of their deeds the tidings through all these lands were known.
+Of the good King don Alfonso the heart for grief was torn.
+To Valencia the city now are the tidings borne.
+To my lord Cid the Campeador that message when they brought,
+Thereon for a full hour's space, he pondered and he thought.
+His hand he has uplifted and gripped his beard amain:
+"Now unto Christ be glory who o'er all the earth doth reign.
+Since thus sought they of Carrion to keep mine honor whole.
+Now by this beard that never was plucked by living soul,
+Thereby the Heirs of Carrion no pleasure shall they gain.
+As for the dames my daughters, I shall marry well the twain.
+
+The Cid and all his courtiers were sorry grievously,
+Heart and soul Alvar Fanez a sad man was he.
+Minaya with Per Vermudoz straightway the steed bestrode,
+And good Martin Antolinez in Burgos that abode,
+With ten score horse that to that end the Cid set in array.
+Most earnestly he charged them to ride both night and day,
+And to the town Valencia his daughters twain to bring.
+About their lord's commandment there was no tarrying.
+Swiftly they got on horseback and rode both day and night.
+Into Gormaz they entered, a strong place of might.
+In sooth one night they lodged there. To Saint Stephen's tidings
+flew
+That Minaya was come thither to bring home his cousins two.
+The dwellers in Saint Stephen's, as becomes the true and brave,
+To Minaya and his henchmen a noble welcome gave,
+And for tribute to Minaya brought that night of cheer good store.
+He desired not to accept it, but he thanked them well therefor;
+"Thanks, stout men of Saint Stephen's, for ye bear you wise and
+well.
+For the honor that ye did us, for the thing that us befel,
+Where bides the Cid the Campeador he gives true thanks to you,
+As I do here. May God on high give you your payment due."
+
+Therewith they thanked him greatly, with him were all content
+Then swiftly to their lodging to rest that night they went.
+Where bode his kin, Minaya to see them went his ways. Dame
+Sol and Dame Elvira upon him fixed their gaze: "So heartily we
+thank thee, as our eyes on God were set,
+And prithee thank Him for it, since we are living yet.
+In the days of ease thereafter, in Valencia when we dwell,
+The tale of our affliction, we shall have strength to tell.
+
+CXXXII.
+The dames and Alvar Fanez, the tears flowed from their eyes.
+Per Vermudoz because of them was sorely grieved likewise.
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, be not down-hearted still,
+Since you are well and living and without other ill.
+Ye have lost a good marriage, better matches shall ye make.
+Oh may we soon behold the day when vengeance we shall take!"
+So all that night they lay there keeping a merry tide.
+The next day in the morning they fettled them to ride.
+The people of Saint Stephen's their party escort bore,
+With every sort of solace e'en to Riodamor.
+There they took leave, and got them in stead to travel back.
+Minaya and the ladies rode forward on the track.
+They have passed Alcoceva. On the right Gormaz left they.
+They have come o'er the river in the place called Vadorrey,
+And in the town Berlanga their lodging have they made.
+The next day in the morning set forth the cavalcade.
+In the place called Medina their shelter have they sought.
+From Medina to Molina on the next day were they brought.
+And there the Moor Avengalvon was pleased in heart thereby.
+Forth with good will he issued to give them welcome high,
+For my lord Cid's love a supper he gave them rich and great.
+Thence on unto Valencia they have departed straight.
+When to him who in good honor was born the news of it was sent,
+Swiftly he got on horseback, and forth to greet them went.
+As he rode he brandished weapons; very joyful was his face.
+My lord the Cid came forward his daughters to embrace.
+And after he had kissed them he smiled upon the two:
+"Are ye then come my daughters? 'Gainst ill God succor you.
+This marriage I accepted, daring not say otherwise.
+May the Creator grant it, who dwelleth in the skies,
+That you with better husbands hereafter I may see.
+God! on my sons of Carrion grant me avenged to be.
+"The hands of their father to kiss, the two bent down.
+And under arms they hastened and came into the town.
+Their mother Dame Ximena with them good cheer she made.
+And he who in good hour was born, he tarried not nor stayed,
+But there unto his comrades so privily he spake:
+To King Alfonso of Castile those tidings shall they take.
+CXXXIII.
+"Where art thou, Muno Gustioz, vassal of fair report
+In a good time I cherished and reared thee in my court.
+To King Alfonso in Castile these tidings do thou take.
+His hands with heart and spirit do thou kiss them for my sake--
+I am known for his vassal, he for my lord is known--
+At the dishonor done me by the heirs of Carrion
+Shall the good King be troubled in his soul and in his heart.
+He gave to wed my daughters, therein I had no part.
+Since my girls they have deserted with great dishonor thus,
+If they have put an insult by that action upon us,
+The great part and the little, my lord's is all the scorn.
+My possessions, which are mighty, off with them have they borne,
+This and the other insult well may make me ill content.
+Bring them to parley with me in assize or parliament,
+So that I may have justice on the heirs of Carrion,
+For in my heart the anguish exceeding great is grown."
+
+Thereupon Muno Gustioz swiftly the steed bestrode.
+To wait upon his pleasure two horsemen with him rode,
+And with him were esquires that of his household were.
+They departed from Valencia as fast as they could spur,
+They gave themselves no respite either by night or noon.
+And the King don Alfonso he found at Sahagun.
+Of Castile is he the ruler, of Leon furthermore.
+And likewise of Asturias, yea, to San Salvador.
+As far as Santiago for lord paramount is he known.
+The counts throughout Galicia him for their sovereign own.
+As soon as Muno Gustioz got down from horseback there,
+Before the Saints he kneeled him, and to God he made his prayer.
+Where the court was in the palace straightway his steps he bent.
+The horsemen two that served him as their lord beside him went.
+As soon as they had entered amid the royal train
+The King saw them and knew lightly Muno Gustioz again.
+The King rose up and nobly he welcomed him and well.
+before the King Alfonso on bended knee he fell.
+The King's feet, Muno Gustioz, that wight, has kissed withal:
+"A boon, King, thee the sovereign of kingdoms broad they call.
+The Campeador, he kisses so well thy feet and hands;
+Thou art his lord; thy vassal as at all times he stands.
+To Carrion's Heirs his daughters were given to wed by thee.
+It was a glorious marriage for it was thy decree.
+The honor that befel us is to thee already known,
+What flout was put upon us by the Heirs of Carrion.
+Fiercely they scourged the daughters of the Cid Campeador.
+Naked, in great dishonor and from the scourging sore,
+In Corpes Wood unguarded they cast the dames away,
+Unto the savage creatures and the forest-fowl a prey,
+And lo! now to Valencia his daughters are restored.
+For this thy hand he kisses as a vassal to his lord,
+That thou bring them to confront him in assize or parliament.
+He holds himself dishonored, but fouler art thou shent.
+And King, sore should it grieve thee, and he prays, for wise art
+thou,
+That my lord Cid may have justice on the Heirs of Carrion now."
+The king long while was silent, pondering thereon apart:
+"The truth will I say to thee. It grieves me to the heart.
+So hast thou, Muno Gustioz, herein a true thing said,
+For to Carrion's Heirs, his daughters I gave indeed to wed.
+For good I did it, deeming that there his vantage lay.
+But would now that that marriage had ne'er been made today.
+My lord the Cid and I myself, sore grieved at heart are we.
+I must help him unto justice, so God my savior be.
+Though I would not at this season, I must do even so.
+And now through all my Kingdom forth shall mine heralds go,
+For in Toledo city a court shall they proclaim,
+So that counts may come and nobles that be of lesser name.
+The Heirs of Carrion thither I will summon furthermore;
+And there shall they give justice to my lord Cid Campeador.
+Yet while I can prevent it, he shall have no cause to mourn.
+CXXXIV.
+"And say unto the Campeador, who in good hour was born,
+That he may with his vassals for these seven weeks prepare
+To come unto Toledo. That term I grant him fair.
+I will hold these assizes since the Cid to me is dear.
+Greet them all for me fairly, let them be of joyful cheer.
+For what befel, of honor they yet shall have no lack."
+His leave ta'en, Muno Gustioz to my lord Cid turned back.
+Since he had undertaken that the charge on him should fall,
+Alfonso the Castilian delayed it not at all.
+To Leon and Santiago he sent letters without fail,
+And unto the Galicians, and the men of Portingale.
+Tidings to them in Carrion and in Castile they bring
+Of a Court held in Toledo by the much honored King,
+And that there they should be gathered when seven weeks should
+end.
+Who stayed at home, true vassalage no longer could pretend.
+And all men so determined throughout his breadth of lands
+Not to fail in the fulfillment of the King's high commands.
+CXXXV.
+Now are the Heirs of Carrion troubled by the report
+That the King within Toledo was about to hold his court.
+They fear my lord Cid Campeador will have his part therein,
+And they took counsel, seeing that they were near of kin.
+The King for dispensation to stay from court they prayed.
+Said the King:
+"I will not do it, as God shall stand mine aid.
+For my lord Cid the Campeador that place shall come unto,
+And you shall do him justice for he makes complaint of you.
+Who refuses, or denies it to come unto mine assize,
+Let him quit my realm. The fellow finds no favor in mine eyes."
+
+And now the Heirs of Carrion saw that it must be done
+Since they are very near of kin, counsel they took thereon.
+Count Garcia that to ruin the Cid sought evermore,
+My lord the Cid's arch-foeman, share in these matters bore.
+This man has given counsel to the Heirs of Carrion twain.
+Time came: to the assizes to hasten they were fain.
+Thither among the foremost doth good King Alfonso go,
+With him the Count don Henry, and Count don Remond also--
+For the sire of the most noble the Emperor was he known.
+There came the Count don Froila and the Count don Birbon.
+Out of his realm came many of wise hearts and leal
+All the best men were gathered of the kingdom of Castile.
+And there with Crespo de Granon, Count don Garcia came
+And he who ruled in Oca--Alvar Diaz was his name.
+With Gonzalvo Ansuorez, Ansuor Gonzalvez stood.
+Know ye well with them was Pero of the Ansuorez blood.
+Diego and Ferrando both to the place resort,
+And with them a great company that they had brought to Court.
+Upon my lord Cid Campeador 'tis their intent to fall.
+Unto the place they gather from every side and all.
+But he who in good hour was born, not yet hath he drawn nigh.
+Because so long he tarries is the king displeased thereby.
+My lord the Cid the Campeador is come on the fifth day.
+He has sent Alvar Fanez ahead of his array,
+That he might kiss the King his hands that is his lord of right,
+The King might know it surely, he would be at hand that night.
+Now when the King had heard it, his heart was glad indeed.
+With companies most mighty the King leaped on the steed,
+And him who in good hour was born he went to welcome there.
+Came the Cid and all his henchmen equipped exceeding fair.
+Oh! noble troops that follow a captain of such might!
+When good King don Alfonso of my lord the Cid got sight,
+My lord the Cid, the Campeador, cast himself on the sward.
+Himself he thus could humble and do honor to his lord.
+When the King saw he tarried not.
+"Saint Isidore to speed!
+This day so shalt thou never. Mount, Cid, upon the steed!
+If not, so ends my pleasure. Let us greet on either part
+With heart and soul. What grieveth thee hath hurt me to the heart.
+God ordereth that by thee the court this day shall honored be."
+My lord Cid, the true Campeador, to this "Amen" said he.
+He kissed his hand and fairly gave him greeting then:
+"To God now thanks be given, that I see thee, lord, again.
+To thee I bow, so also to Count don Remond I bow,
+To Count Henry and to all men that are in presence now.
+God save our friends and foremost, sire, may he cherish thee.
+My wife the Dame Ximena--a worthy dame is she--
+Kisses thy hands. My daughters, the twain do so as well,
+That so thou mayst have pity for the ill thing that befel."
+"Verily, so God help me," answered the King thereto.
+CXXXVI.
+Then homeward to Toledo, the King returned anew.
+Unfain to cross the Tagus was my lord Cid that night:
+"A boon, King. The Creator, may he shield thee in His might!
+Oh sire, do thou get ready to enter in the town.
+In San Servan my henchman and I will lay us down,
+For hither in the night-tide shall come those bands of mine;
+And I will keep my vigil here by the holy shrine.
+I will come to town tomorrow at the breaking of the day,
+And, ere I eat my dinner, to court will take my way."
+To him the King gave answer: "Surely, I am content."
+Then the King don Alfonso into Toledo went.
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz lieth in San Servan.
+To make candles and to set them on the shrine, his order ran.
+To watch that sanctuary was gladness to his heart,
+As he prayed to the Creator and spake to him apart.
+Minaya, and as many as were gathered of good fame
+Were in accord together when at length the morning came.
+CXXXVII.
+Matins and prime they sang there till the dawn had begun,
+Before the sun had risen the mass was o'er and done.
+With rich and timely offering that chapel they endow.
+"Minaya Alvar Fanez--my strongest arm art thou--
+Thyself shall hear me company and the Bishop, don Jerome
+So too this Muno Gustioz and Per Vermudoz shall come,
+And Martin Antolinez from Burgos true and tried
+And with Alvar Salvadorez, Alvar Alvarez beside,
+And Martin Munoz who was born in a season of good grace,
+So likewise Felez Munoz a nephew of my race.
+Mal Anda wise exceeding, along with me shall go
+And the good Galind Garciaz of Aragon also.
+With these knights a round hundred of the good men here ordain.
+Let all men wear their tunics the harness to sustain,
+Let them assume the hauberks that white as sunlight glare,
+And upon the hauberks ermines and mantles of the vair
+Let them lace tight their armour, let not the arms be seen.
+They shall bear beneath their mantles the swords both sweet and
+keen.
+To the court in such a fashion to enter am I fain,
+My rights there to demand them and to speak my meaning plain.
+If there the Heirs of Carrion seek to dishonor me,
+No whit then shall I fear them, though a hundred strong they be."
+To him all gave their answer: "Such, lord, is our desire,"
+Even as he had commanded they ordered their attire.
+He who in happy hour was born would brook no more delay.
+Upon his legs the hosen of fair cloth he drew straightway,
+And shoes adorned most richly upon his feet has done;
+he donned a shirt of linen fine as white as is the sun;
+The sleeves are laced, moreover, with gold and silver braid.
+The cuff fit close upon them for he bade them so be made.
+Thereo'er a silken tunic most fairly wrought he drew.
+The threads of gold shone brightly that were woven through and
+through.
+A red fur gown gold-belted he cast his tunic o'er.
+That gown alway he weareth, my lord Cid Campeador.
+He hath of finest linen a cap upon his hair,
+With the gold wrought, moreover, and fashioned with due care,
+That the locks of the good Campeador might not be disarrayed.
+And with a cord his mighty beard my lord the Cid doth braid.
+All this he did desiring well his person to dispose.
+O'er his attire a mantle of mighty worth he throws.
+Thereat might all men wonder that thereabouts did stand.
+Then with the chosen hundred whereto he gave command
+From San Servan forth issuing he got to horse apace.
+Under arms the Cid departed unto the judgment-place.
+Duly without the postern he descended from his horse,
+And prudently he entered the palace with his force.
+Midmost he went; his hundred girt him round on every side.
+When they had seen him enter, who was born in happy tide,
+Then the good King Alfonso upon his feet did rise,
+So also Count don Henry, and Count don Remond likewise.
+And they arose, the others of the court, ye well may know.
+To him who in good hour was born great honor did they show.
+One man there was arose not--'twas Crespo de Granon--
+Nor any of the party of the Heirs of Carrion.
+
+The King has ta'en my lord Cid's hand:
+"Come sit thee, Campeador,
+On the bench here beside me--thy gift to me of yore.
+Thou art our better, though there be umbrage therefor that take."
+Then he who won Valencia for gratitude he spake:
+"Sit like a king and master on thy bench, for it is thine;
+In this station will I tarry here with these men of mine."
+
+Of what my lord Cid uttered was the King's heart glad and fain.
+Upon a bench well carven the Cid his seat has ta'en;
+The hundred men that guard him are seated round him there.
+And all men in the Cortes upon my lord Cid stare,
+And the long beard he weareth that is braided with a cord.
+He seems by his apparel to be a splendid lord.
+For shame the Heirs of Carrion his gaze they could not meet.
+The good King don Alfonso then rose unto his feet:
+"Hearken ye gentle companies, so God your hands sustain.
+But two court have I holden in the space of all my reign.
+In Burgos one, in Carrion the next did I array;
+The third here in Toledo have I come to hold today,
+For the Cid's love, whose birth-hour for a glad time is known,
+That so he may have justice on the Heirs of Carrion.
+Let all men know they did him a bitter injury.
+The Counts Remond and Henry judges thereof shall be,
+And all you counts, moreover, in the feud who bear no part.
+In your minds turn it over, for ye are wise of heart.
+See that ye render justice. All falseness I gainsay.
+On one side and the other let us keep the peace this day.
+Who breaks our peace, I swear it by the Saint Isidore
+Shall be banished from my kingdom, nor have my favor more.
+His side I will maintain it whose cause is right and fair.
+Therefore let the Cid Campeador forthwith his suit declare.
+Then shall we hear what Carrion's Heirs in answer shall depose."
+
+My lord Cid kissed the King his hand. Then to his feet he rose:
+"My sovereign and my master great thanks I give to thee
+That thou this court hast summoned out of pure love for me.
+Against the Heirs of Carrion this matter I reclaim.
+They cast away my daughters. I had thereby no shame,
+For thou gavest them in marriage. What deed to do today
+Thou know'st well. From Valencia when they took my girls away,
+I loved with heart and spirit the Heirs of Carrion,
+And the two swords I gave them, Colada and Tizon--
+I won them in such manner as a good knight became--
+That they might do you service and do honor to their fame.
+When in the Wood of Corpes they left my girls forlorn,
+They lost my love forever, for they made of me a scorn.
+Since my sons-in-law they are not, let them give me either sword."
+"All of the claim is righteous,'' so the judges gave accord.
+
+Then said Count don Garcia: "Of this let us debate."
+Apart from the assizes went the Heirs of Carrion straight,
+And all their following with them and the kindred of their name.
+And swiftly they debated, and to their resolve they came:
+"Now the Cid Campeador for us doth a great favor do,
+Since for his girls' dishonor for no damage doth he sue.
+With the King don Alfonso, we soon shall be at one.
+The swords them let us give him, for so the suit is done;
+They will hold the court no longer, when he has the swords once
+more.
+From us no further justice for the Cid Campeador."
+That parley being over, to court they get them now.
+
+"Thy favor, King Alfonso, our overlord art thou.
+And we cannot deny it, for he gave us the two brands.
+And since that we return them he desires now and demands,
+Into his hand to give them in thy presence are we fain."
+Then they brought forth Colada and Tizon, the falchions twain,
+Straightway they gave them over to the King their sovereign's
+hands.
+The whole court shone glorious when they brought forth the brands.
+The pommels and the hilt-bars are all of massy gold;
+To the true henchmen of the court 'twas a marvel to behold.
+The King my lord Cid summoned, to him the swords he gave.
+His sovereign's hands he kisseth. He receiveth either glaive.
+To the bench whence he had risen, he turned him back again,
+And in his hands he held them, he looked upon the twain.
+Changelings they could not give him; he knew the two aright,
+And his heart laughed within him, he was filled with all delight.
+"Now by my beard none ever plucked," gripping it hard he spake,
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elvira high vengeance I will take."
+
+By name his nephew Pero he has called out before;
+And stretching forth his hand, to him the sword Tizon gave o'er.
+"Take it nephew. The sword's master now is fairer of renown."
+To good Martin Antolinez the man of Burgos town,
+Stretching forth his hand Colada into his care he gave;
+
+"Thou Martin Antolinez, who art a vassal brave,
+Take Colada that I captured from a true knight without fail,
+From him of Barcelona, from Remond Berenguel.
+That thou mayst guard it rightly, therefore I give it thee,
+I know if aught befall thee, if occasion e'er should be,
+Great fame and estimation with the sword shalt thou attain."
+The lord Cid's hands he kissed them. He took the sword again.
+
+My lord the Cid the Campeador unto his feet rose he;
+"Now thanks to the Creator and my lord the King to thee.
+With the swords Colada and Tizon I am content indeed,
+But I have a farther issue 'gainst Carrion Heirs to plead:
+When with them from Valencia my daughters twain they bore,
+Three thousand marks of silver and gold I gave them o'er.
+When I did this, the winning of all their end they saw.
+Let them restore the treasure. They are not my sons-in-law."
+
+Now might you hearken Carrion's Heirs, what a complaint made they.
+To them said the Count don Remond: "Give answer, 'Yea' or 'Nay'!',
+And then the Heirs of Carrion, they made their answer plain:
+"Therefore to the Cid Campeador we gave his swords again
+That he might demand naught further, for his suit is closed
+thereby."
+Then straightway the Count don Remond unto them made reply:
+"This say we: With the pleasure of the Sovereign if it stands,
+You shall give satisfaction in what the Cid demands."
+The good King said: "The measure with my assent doth meet."
+And now hath the Cid Campeador arisen to his feet:
+
+"Say of those goods I gave you, will ye give them me anew
+Or render an accounting?"
+
+Then Carrion's Heirs withdrew.
+For the greatness of that treasure they could not as one consent,
+And the two Heirs of Carrion the whole of it had spent.
+They returned with their decision, and spake their pleasure thus:
+"The Captor of Valencia, he presses sore on us.
+Since lust for our possession so on him hand hath laid,
+From our estates in Carrion the money shall be paid."
+
+And then outspake the judges since the debt the Heirs avowed:
+"If it be the Cid's desire, it is not disallowed.
+So we ordain, for such wise with our pleasure doth it sort,
+That ye repay it to him in this place before the court."
+
+Out spake the King Alfonso when their words were at an end:
+"The inward of this lawing we wholly comprehend,
+That justice is demanded by the Cid Campeador.
+Now of those marks three thousand, I have in hand tenscore;
+They were given to me duly by the Heirs of Carrion twain.
+Since so sore are they impoverished, I will give it them again.
+To the Cid born in fair hour, let them pay the money back.
+To pay their debt, that money I will not let them lack."
+
+As for Ferrand Gonzalvez, what he said ye now shall hear:
+"We have in our possession no minted goods and gear."
+
+To him then the Count don Remond answered to this intent:
+"All of the gold and silver, the twain of you have spent.
+Before the King Alfonso, our verdict we proclaim,
+That ye pay in goods. The Campeador, let him accept the same."
+
+Now saw the Heirs of Carrion what need must be their course.
+Ye might have seen led thither full many a swift horse,
+Many fat mules, moreover, and many a well-paced jade,
+And every sort of armour, and many a fine blade.
+My lord the Cid accepted even as the court assessed,
+Beyond the tenscore marks whereof Alfonso stood possessed,
+To him who in good hour was born the Heirs have paid the price.
+On others' goods they borrow, for their own will not suffice
+Know well for fools men took them, from that suit when 'scaped the
+twain.
+
+CXXXVIII.
+All of those great possessions my lord the Cid has ta'en.
+The men keep all that treasure, and they will ward it well.
+When this was done, a-pondering on other things they fell:
+
+Lord King, for love of charity, a further favor yet,
+Of my complaints the chiefest, I cannot now forget.
+Let the whole court now hear me, and have pity on my woe:
+As for these Heirs of Carrion, the which have shamed me so,
+I brook not that unchallenged they may go hence away.
+CXXXIX.
+"In what thing I affronted you, ye Heirs of Carrion say,
+In what fashion whatsoever, in earnest or in sport.
+Let me make amends according to the judgment of the court.
+Why did ye tear in tatters the fabric of my heart?
+With great honor from Valencia what time ye did depart,
+I gave to you my daughters, and besides great wealth and gear.
+Now say, ye dogs and traitors, since ye did not hold them dear,
+Why took ye from Valencia what was their dower of right,
+And wherefore with the girth and spur the ladies did ye smite?
+Alone in Corpes Forest ye cast the twain away,
+Unto the savage creatures and the wood-fowl for a prey.
+In all ye did unto them, like vile men did ye show.
+Let the Court judge; satisfaction shall I get therefor or no?"
+CXL.
+And lo! Count don Garcia has risen up amain:
+"Let us now have thy favor, best of all kings in Spain.
+Of the courts proclaimed is now the Cid well versed in the
+affairs.
+Since he let it wax so mighty, 'tis a long beard he wears.
+Some he affrights and others are for fear in sorry case.
+But as for them of Carrion, theirs is a lofty race,
+His daughters e'en as lemans to love becomes them not.
+Who to them for lawful consorts those ladies would allot?
+When they cast them off, then did they as might the right befit.
+All things he says soever we value not a whit."
+
+And thereupon the Campeador his beard in hand gripped he:
+"To God who ruleth Heaven and the whole Earth glory be.
+Since tenderly I kept it, is my beard grown so long.
+Count, say what is the reason, that thou dost my beard this wrong,
+That since its first growth ever has been so gently reared.
+No man born of woman has ever plucked that beard.
+Nor has son of Moor or Christian e'er torn that beard of mine,
+As once in Cabra Castle I did, oh Count, to thine,
+When at one time on Cabra and thy beard my hand I set.
+Not a lad but for the plucking his pinch thereof could get.
+Nor is it yet grown even what portion I did tear.
+Here hidden in my wallet those tokens yet I bear."
+CXLI.
+Now had Ferrand Gonzalvez risen to his feet that tide.
+What thing ye now shall hearken that there so loud he cried:
+
+"Cid, do thou now give over the suit which thou hast made,
+For the whole of thy possession into thine hands is paid.
+Look that thou make not greater the feud twixt us and thee,
+For the two Counts of Carrion by lineage are we.
+Of kings' and emperors' daughters are we fit to win the hands;
+To wed the girls of little chiefs scarce with our lineage stands.
+When thy daughters we abandoned we did but what was right.
+Not worse therefor but better, are we then in our own sight."
+
+CXLII.
+To Per Vermudoz Roy Diaz my lord the Cid looked now:
+"Speak then, good Pero Mudo, though a silent man art thou.
+The ladies are my daughters, thy cousins twain are they.
+Into thy teeth they cast it, when such a thing they say.
+Thou shalt not do this battle, if I the answer make.
+
+CXLIII.
+And thereupon Per Vermudoz began the tale and spake.
+No words he utters clearly, for 'tis a tongue-halt man.
+Natheless no rest he gave them, be it known, when he began:
+"To thee, Cid, now I tell it, for such thy customs be,
+That in Court, Pero Mudo, ever thou callest me.
+And verily thou knowest that I can do no more.
+As for what I must accomplish, there shall be no lack therefore.
+
+"What thing thou saidest soever, Ferrando, was a lie.
+Through the Campeador thy glory was risen yet more high.
+I can relate unto thee thine every trick and sleight.
+Minds't thou, near high Valencia, what time we fought the fight?
+Thou didst of the true Campeador for the first onslaught pray.
+And there a Moor thou sawest, whom thou wentest forth to slay.
+Or e'er thou camest to him, before him didst thou flee.
+If aid I had not borne thee, he had roughly handled thee.
+But I rushed on beyond thee, and with the Moor did close,
+And I made that Moor flee backward at the foremost of my blows.
+To thee I gave his charger, and kept the thing concealed.
+Until this day that cowardice I never have revealed.
+Before the Cid and all men thine own praises didst thou sing,
+How thou slewest the Morisco, and didst a gallant thing.
+And they believed it of thee, knowing not the truth at all.
+Of thy person art thou handsome, but thy courage it is small,
+Tongue without hands, the manhood to speak where gottest thou?
+CXLIV.
+"Do thou say on, Ferrando. That my words are truth avow:
+That matter of the lion in Valencia dost thou keep
+In mind still, when he burst his bonds while the Cid lay asleep?
+Ferrando, then what didst thou, when thy terror overbore?
+Thou didst thrust thyself behind the bench of the Cid Campeador.
+Thou didst hide, Ferrando, wherefore cheap today thy worth is
+found,
+But we to guard our master his pallet gathered round,
+Till he who won Valencia out of his sleep did wake.
+He rose up from the pallet, at the lion did he make.
+His head the lion bended, for the Cid the beast did wait.
+By the neck he let himself be ta'en. In the cage he thrust him
+straight.
+When came once more the Campeador, there he saw his vassals stand.
+He asked about his sons-in-law, but neither found at hand.
+For a wicked man and traitor thy person I arraign.
+In fight before Alfonso that same I will maintain,
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, for the Cid's daughters' sake.
+Thou didst cast away the ladies thine honor cheap to make.
+Ye are men to all appearance, tender women are those two;
+Yet in every way whatever they are worthier than you.
+If, when we join the combat, God shall like well in his heart,
+Thyself shalt thou confess it, like a traitor as thou art.
+Whatever I have uttered shall then be known for true."
+And thereupon was ending of speech between these two.
+
+CXLV.
+And Didago Gonzalvez what he uttered ye shall hear:
+"We twain are Counts by lineage of blood of the most clear.
+Such marriages in no way we twain would undertake,
+With my lord Cid don Rodrigo alliance for to make.
+We do not yet repent us that we put his daughters by:
+So long as life endureth, may they sigh many a sigh.
+A sore reproach upon them what we did will still remain.
+The same with utmost valor in the fight will I maintain:
+When we cast away the women we made our honor good."
+CXLVI.
+Then Martin Antolinez upon his feet he stood:
+Thou wretch, do thou keep silence. Mouth that truth knoweth not!
+The matter of the lion hast thou so soon forgot
+Out through the door thou fleddest lurking in the court outside,
+Behind the wine-press timber in that hour didst thou hide.
+That mantle and that tunic were worn no more by thee.
+In fight I will maintain it. No other can it be.
+Since the lord Cid his daughters forth in such plight ye threw,
+They are in every fashion far worthier shall you.
+At the ending of the combat then thine own mouth shall avow
+That lies are all thine utterance, and a traitor knave art thou."
+
+CXLVII.
+Between those two the parley has come unto an end.
+Now did Ansuor Gonzalvez into the palace wend.
+Was an ermine cloak about him, and his tunic trailed behind.
+His countenance was ruddy, for but lately had he dined.
+In what he had to utter small discretion did he show:
+CXLVIII.
+"How now ye noble gentlemen, was ever such a woe?
+With Bivar's lord Cid such honor who would have thought to find?
+On the Ovirna water his millstones let him grind,
+And take his wonted toll-corn. Would any man have thought
+That with the Heirs of Carrion alliances he sought?"
+CXLIX.
+And then did Muno Gustioz rise to his feet forthright:
+"Thou wretch, do thou keep silent! Thou wicked traitor wight!
+Before to prayers thou goest, certain thou art to dine.
+Whoe'er in peace thou kissest, sickens at that belch of thine.
+Whether to friend or master thou speakest perjury,
+False unto all, and falsest to the God who fashioned thee!
+And never in thy friendship will I have any part,
+And I will make thee say it that what I say thou art."
+
+Said now the King Alfonso: "Let the suit quiet lie.
+Who have challenged shall do battle, so help me the Most High."
+
+Soon as the suit was finished to the court two horsemen came,
+And Inigo Ximenez and Ojarra men them name;
+For Navarra's Heir-apparent, proxy-suitor was the one,
+The other was the suitor for the Heir of Aragon.
+And there the twain together have kissed Alfonso's hand,
+The Cid Campeador his daughters in marriage they demand,
+Of the realms Navarre and Aragon the lady-queens to be.
+May he send them with his blessing and with all courtesy.
+Thereat the whole court listened, and stillness fell them o'er.
+Upon his feet rose straightway my lord Cid Campeador:
+"A boon, Oh King Alfonso, my sovran lord thou art.
+For this to the Creator very thankful is my heart,
+Since both Navarre and Aragon have made request so high.
+Thou didst give to wed my daughters before. It was not I.
+Here then behold my daughters, the twain are in thine hand.
+With them I will do nothing, except at thy command."
+The King rose up. For silence in the court the word he gave:
+"I beg it of thee, Campeador, the true Cid and the brave,
+That hereto thou yield agreement. I will grant the thing this day:
+And it shall be consented in open court straightway,
+For so will grow thy glory and shine honor and thy lands."
+Now is the Cid arisen. He kissed Alfonso's hands:
+"To whatever thing shall please thee, I give consent, my lord."
+Then said the King: "God grant thee an excellent reward!
+To Inigo Ximenez and Ojarra, to you two,
+I yield my full permission for this marriage unto you,
+That Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, who the Cid's daughters are,
+Wed, one the Heir of Aragon, and the other of Navarre.
+May he yield his girls with blessings in an honorable way."
+
+Then Inigo Ximenez and Ojarra, up rose they,
+And the hands of Don Alfonso in that hour kissed again.
+The hands of the Cid Campeador thereafter kissed the twain,
+And there their faith they plighted, and solemn oaths they swore,
+That they would fulfill entirely what they promised or yet more.
+Because of this were many in the court exceeding glad;
+But the two Heirs of Carrion, therein no joy they had.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fanez upon his feet rose he:
+"As from my King and Master I beg a boon of thee,
+And let it not be grievous to the Cid Campeador.
+I have through these assizes kept my peace heretofore,
+But now to utter somewhat for mine own part fain am I."
+Said the King: "Now all my spirit, it is well pleased thereby.
+Say on! Say on, Minaya, what to thy heart is dear."
+
+"You in the court, I beg you to my word to lend an ear.
+'Gainst Carrion's Heirs needs must I now a charge most mighty
+bring:
+I gave to them my cousins by Alfonso's hand, the King.
+With blessings and with honor they took them in their care.
+The Cid Campeador he gave them most rich possessions there.
+They cast away those ladies, for all that we were loth.
+For wicked men and traitors I make challenge of you both.
+From the great sons of Gomez does your lineage come down,
+Whence many counts have issued of valor and renown,
+But this day all to certainly their cunning do we learn.
+For this to the Creator, now thanks do I return,
+That of Navarre and Aragon the Heirs in marriage sue
+For Dame Sol and Elvira that are my cousins two.
+Erst for true wives ye had them, who now their hands shall kiss
+And call them Dame, though sorely ye take the thing amiss.
+Praise to our God in Heaven and our lord the King therefor.
+So greatly grows the honor of the Cid my Campeador.
+In every way soever ye are even as I say.
+Is there any in the presence to reply or say me nay?
+Lo! I am Alvar Fanez, against the most of might!"
+
+And thereupon did Gomez Pelaez stand upright:
+"Say of what worth, Minaya, is this ye speak so free?
+For here in the assizes are men enough for thee.
+Who otherwise would have it, it would ruin him indeed.
+If it be perchance God's pleasure that our quarrel well should
+speed,
+Then well shalt thou see whether or right or wrong ye were."
+Said the King: "The suit is over. No further charge prefer.
+Tomorrow is the combat; at the rising of the sun
+By the three who challenged with thee in the court it shall be
+done."
+
+Thereon the Heirs of Carrion have spoken presently:
+"Lord King, a season grant us for tomorn it cannot be.
+We have given to the Campeador our arms and many a steed,
+First to our land of Carrion to go we have sore need."
+And then the King had spoken to the Campeador again:
+"Where thou shalt bid, this combat, let it be underta'en.
+"My lord, I will not do it," my lord the Cid said he,
+"More than the lands of Carrion Valencia liketh me."
+
+To him the King gave answer:
+"Yea, Cid! Without a doubt.
+Give unto me your cavaliers all duly armed about.
+Let them go in my keeping. Their safety I assure
+As a lord to a good vassal; I make thee here secure
+That they take no harm from any count or lesser baronet.
+Here now in the assizes, a term for them I set,
+That in the fields of Carrion at the end of three weeks' space
+There duly in my presence the combat shall take place.
+Who at the set time comes not, his suit is lost thereby,
+From that time he is vanquished; for a traitor let him fly."
+The two heirs of Carrion, by that decree they stand.
+And thereupon my lord the Cid has kissed the King his hand;
+
+"To thy hand are they delivered my cavaliers all three;
+As to my King and Master I commend them unto thee.
+They are ready now their duty to the full to undertake.
+With honor to Valencia send them me for God his sake."
+"So it be God's desire," answered the King and said.
+The Cid the Campeador did off the helmet from his head,
+Likewise the cap of linen as white as is the sun.
+He freed his beard, the cord thereof he has forthwith undone.
+Those in the court upon him, their full they could not gaze.
+To the Counts Remond and Henry forthwith he went his way.
+And them closely he embraces and doth heartily require
+To take of his possession all that suits with their desire.
+These twain and many others who were persons of good will
+He earnestly requested to take unto their fill
+Some took his gifts, but others would not accept a thing.
+The two hundred marks, he gave them once more unto the King.
+Whatever was his pleasure he has taken of the rest:
+"King, for love of the Creator one thing let me request.
+Sire, with thy will I kiss thine hand. Since so these deeds are
+done,
+And would fain unto Valencia which with great pain I won."
+
+*******************
+
+Then the Cid commanded to give sumpter-beasts unto the embassadors
+of the Heirs of Navarre and Aragon, and, moreover, to let them
+have whatever else they required.* And he sent them forth. The
+King don Alfonso with all the nobles of his court got on horseback
+in order to ride out with the Cid who was about to leave the town.
+When they came to Zocodover, the Cid being on his charger Bavieca,
+the King said to him:
+
+"In faith, don Rodrigo, thou must now put spur to that charger of
+which I have heard most fair report."
+
+The Cid smiled and said: "Sire, in thy court, are many, gentle and
+simple, who would gladly do such a thing. Bid them make sport with
+their steeds."
+The King replied to him: "Cid, I am pleased with thine answer.
+Nevertheless I desire thee, for the love thou bearest me, to put
+that steed through his best paces."
+
+*Supplied like the former prose passage from the Chronicle of the
+Twenty Kings.
+
+*******************
+CL.
+The Cid then put spur to the charger and made him gallop
+so fast that all were astonished at the career he ran.
+
+The King with hand uplifted signed the cross upon his face.
+"By San Isidro of Leon, I swear it by his grace
+Is no nobleman so mighty our whole country o'er."
+My lord Cid on the charger came then the King before,
+And of his lord Alfonso there has he kissed the hand.
+"To start fleet Bavieca thou gavest me command.
+Today no Moor nor Christian has a horse so strong and swift.
+Sire, unto thee I give him. Say thou wilt accept the gift."
+Then said the King:
+"No pleasure would I have therein indeed.
+If I took him, then less glorious were the master of the steed.
+But a horse like this befitteth too well a man like thee,
+Swift to chase the Moors ye routed in the battle, when they flee.
+Who that war-horse taketh from thee, God succor not again,
+For by thee and by the charger to great honor we attain."
+Their leave then have they taken. He left the Court forthright.
+
+The Campeador most wisely counselled them who were to fight:
+"Ha, Martin Antolinez! Per Vermudoz thou, too,
+So likewise Muno Gustioz, my tried man and true.
+Be resolute in combat like the gentlemen ye be.
+See that of you good tidings in Valencia come to me."
+Said Martin Antolinez: "Oh sire, what sayest thou?
+For we must bear the burden we accepted even now.
+Thou shalt hear naught of the vanquished, though haply of the
+slain."
+He who in happy hour was born, thereof was glad and fain.
+Of all his leave he taketh that for his friends are known.
+Went my lord Cid to Valencia, and the King to Carrion.
+But now the three weeks' respite of the term is past and o'er.
+Lo! at the time appointed, they who serve the Campeador,
+The debt their lord laid on them they were very fain to pay.
+In safe-keeping of Alfonso, King of Leon, were they.
+There for the Heirs of Carrion for two days' space they stayed.
+With horses and caparisons, came the Heirs there well arrayed.
+And in close compact with them have agreed their kinsmen all,
+On the Campeador his henchmen, if in secret they might fall,
+To slay them in the meadows, because their lords were silent.
+They did not undertake it, though foul was their intent,
+For of Alfonso of Leon they stood in mighty dread.
+
+Watch o'er their arms they kept that night. And prayers to God
+they said.
+
+At last has night passed over, and breaketh now the dawn,
+And many worthy nobles there to the place have drawn,
+For to behold that combat, wherefore their mirth was high.
+Moreover King Alfonso above all men is by,
+Since he desireth justice and that no wrong should be done.
+The men of the good Campeador, they get their armour on.
+All three are in agreement for one lord's men are they.
+The Heirs of Carrion elsewhere have armed them for the fray.
+The Count Garcia Ordonez sate with them in counsel there.
+What suit they planned unto the King Alfonso they declare,
+That neither should Colada nor Tizon share in that war,
+That in fight they might not wield them, who served the Campeador
+That the brands were given over, they deemed a bitter ill;
+Unto the King they told it. He would not do their will:
+
+"When we held the court exception unto no sword did ye take;
+But if ye have good weapons, your fortune they will make.
+For them who serve the Campeador the swords e'en so will do.
+Up, Carrion's Heirs, to battle now get you forth, ye two!
+Like noblemen this combat, ye ought duly to achieve,
+For the Campeador his henchmen naught undone therein will leave.
+If forth, ye come victorious, then great shall be your fame;
+But if that ye are vanquished, impute to us no blame.
+All know ye sought it."
+Carrion's Heirs were filled with grief each one.
+And greatly they repented the thing that they had done.
+Were it undone fain were they to give all Carrion's fee.
+
+The henchmen of the Campeador are fully armed all three.
+Now was the King Alfonso come forth to view them o'er.
+Then spake to him the henchmen that served the Campeador:
+"We kiss thy hands as vassals to their lord and master may,
+'Twixt our party and their party thou shalt be judge this day.
+For our succor unto justice but not to evil stand.
+Here Carrion's Heirs of henchmen have gathered them a band.
+What, or what not, we know not, that in secret they intend;
+But our lord in thine hand left us our safety to defend.
+For the love of the Creator justly maintain our part."
+Said then the King in answer: "With all my soul and heart."
+They brought for them the chargers of splendid strength and speed.
+They signed the cross upon the selles. They leaped upon the steed.
+The bucklers with fair bosses about their necks are cast.
+And the keen pointed lances, in the hand they grip them fast.
+Each lance for each man of the three doth its own pennon bear.
+And many worthy nobles have gathered round them there.
+To the field where were the boundaries, accordingly they went.
+The three men of the Campeador were all of one intent,
+That mightily his foeman to smite each one should ride.
+Lo! were the Heirs of Carrion upon the other side,
+With stores of men, for many of their kin were with the two.
+The King has given them judges, justice and naught else to do,
+That yea or nay they should not any disputation make.
+To them where in the field they sate the King Alfonso spake:
+"Hearken, ye Heirs of Carrion, what thing to you I say:
+In Toledo ye contrived it, but ye did not wish this fray.
+Of my lord Cid the Campeador I brought these knights all three
+To Carrion's land, that under my safe-conduct they might be.
+Wait justice. Unto evil no wise turn your intent.
+Whoso desireth evil with force will I prevent;
+Such a thing throughout my kingdom he shall bitterly bemoan."
+How downcast were the spirits of the Heirs of Carrion!
+
+Now with the King the judges have marked the boundaries out.
+They have cleared all the meadow of people roundabout.
+And unto the six champions the boundaries have they shown--
+Whoever went beyond them should be held for overthrown.
+The folk that round were gathered now all the space left clear;
+To approach they were forbiddden within six lengths of a spear.
+'Gainst the sun no man they stationed, but by lot gave each his
+place.
+Forth between them came the judges, and the foes are face to face.
+Of my lord Cid the henchmen toward the Heirs of Carrion bore,
+And Carrion's Heirs against them who served the Campeador.
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright;
+Before their breasts the bucklers with their hands have they
+gripped tight,
+The lances with the pennons now have they pointed low,
+And each bends down his countenance over the saddlebow;
+Thereon the battle-chargers with the sharp spurs smote they,
+And fain the earth had shaken where the steeds sprang away.
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright.
+Three against three together now have they joined the fight.
+Whoso stood round for certain deemed that they dead would fall.
+Per Vermudoz the challenge who delivered first of all,
+Against Ferrand Gonzalvez there face to face he sped.
+They smote each other's bucklers withouten any dread.
+There has Ferrand Gonzalvez pierced don Pero's target through.
+Well his lance-shaft in two places he shattered it in two.
+Unto the flesh it came not, for there glanced off the steel.
+Per Vermudoz sat firmly, therefore he did not reel.
+For every stroke was dealt him, the buffet back he gave,
+He broke the boss of the buckler, the shield aside he drave.
+He clove through guard and armour, naught availed the man his
+gear.
+Nigh the heart into the bosom he thrust the battle-spear.
+Three mail-folds had Ferrando, and the third was of avail.
+Two were burst through, yet firmly held the third fold of mail.
+Ferrando's shirt and tunic, with the unpierced iron mesh,
+A handsbreadth by Per Vermudoz were thrust into the flesh.
+And forth from his mouth straightway a stream of blood did spout.
+His saddle-girths were broken; not one of them held out.
+O'er the tail of the charger he hurled him to the ground.
+That his death stroke he had gotten thought all the folk around.
+He left the war-spear in him, set hand his sword unto.
+When Ferrand Gonzalvez saw it, then well Tizon he knew.
+He shouted, "I am vanquished," rather than the buffet bear.
+Per Vermudoz, the judges so decreeing, left him there.
+
+CLI.
+With Didago Gonzalvez now doth don Martin close
+The spears. They broke the lances so furious were the blows.
+Martin Antolinez on sword his hand he laid.
+The whole field shone, so brilliant and flawless was the blade.
+He smote a buffet. Sidewise it caught him fair and right.
+Aside the upper helmet the glancing stroke did smite.
+It clove the helmet laces. Through the mail-hood did it fall,
+Unto the coif, hard slashing through coif and helm and all,
+And scraped the hair upon his brow. Clear to the flesh it sped.
+Of the helm a half fell earthward and half crowned yet his head.
+When the glorious Colada such a war-stroke had let drive,
+Well knew Didago Gonzalvez that he could not 'scape alive.
+He turned the charger's bridle rein, and right about he wheeled.
+A blade in hand he carried that he did not seek to wield.
+From Martin Antolinez welcome with the sword he got.
+With the flat Martin struck him. With the edge he smote him not.
+Thereon that Heir of Carrion, a mighty yell he gave:
+"Help me, Oh God most glorious, defend me from that glaive."
+Wheeling his horse, in terror he fled before the blade.
+The steed bore him past the boundary. On the field don Martin
+stayed.
+Then said the King: "Now hither come unto my meinie.
+Such a deed thou hast accomplished as has won this fight for
+thee."
+That a true word he had spoken so every judge deemed well.
+CLII.
+The twain had won. Now let us of Muno Gustioz tell,
+How with Ansuor Gonzalvez of himself account he gave.
+Against each other's bucklers the mighty strokes they drave.
+Was Ansuor Gonzalvez a gallant man of might.
+Against don Muno Gustioz on the buckler did he smite,
+And piercing through the buckler, right through the cuirass broke.
+Empty went the lance; his body was unwounded by the stroke.
+That blow struck, Muno Gustioz has let his buffet fly.
+Through the boss in the middle was the buckle burst thereby.
+Away he could not ward it. Through his cuirass did it dart.
+Through one side was it driven though not nigh unto the heart.
+Through the flesh of his body he thrust the pennoned spear,
+On the far side he thrust it a full fathom clear.
+He gave one wrench. Out of the selle that cavalier he threw.
+Down to the earth he cast him, when forth the lance he drew.
+And shaft and lance and pennon all crimson came they out.
+All thought that he was wounded to the death without a doubt.
+The lance he has recovered, he stood the foe above.
+Said Gonzalvo Ansuorez: "Smite him not for God his love.
+Now is won out the combat for all this game is done."
+"We have heard defeat conceded," said the judges every one.
+The good King don Alfonso bade them clear the field straightway.
+For himself he took the armour upon it yet that lay.
+In honor have departed they who serve the Campeador.
+Glory be to the Creator, they have conquered in the war.
+Throughout the lands of Carrion was sorrow at the height.
+The King my lord Cid's henchmen has sent away by night,
+That they should not be frightened or ambushed on the way,
+Like men of prudent spirit they journeyed night and day.
+Ho! in Valencia with the Cid the Campeador they stand.
+On Carrion's Heirs of knavery the three have put the brand,
+And paid the debt the lord Cid set upon them furthermore.
+On that account right merry was the Cid Campeador.
+Upon the heirs of Carrion is come a mighty smirch.
+Who flouts a noble lady and leaves her in the lurch,
+May such a thing befall him, or worse fortune let him find.
+Of Carrion's Heirs the dealings let us leave them now behind.
+For what has been vouchsafed them now were they all forlorn.
+Of this man let us make mention who in happy hour was born.
+And great are the rejoicings through Valencia the town,
+Because the Campeador his men had won such great renown.
+His beard their lord Roy Diaz hard in his hand has ta'en:
+"Thanks to the King of Heaven, well are 'venged my daughters
+twain.
+Now may they hold their Carrion lands. Their shame is wiped away.
+I will wed them in great honor, let it grieve whom it may."
+
+They of Navarre and Aragon were busied now to treat,
+And with Alfonso of Leon in conference they meet.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvira in due course wedded are.
+Great were their former matches, but these are nobler far.
+He gave with greater honor than before the twain to wed;
+He who in happy hour was born still doth his glory spread,
+Since o'er Navarre and Aragon as queens his daughters reign;
+Today are they kinswomen unto the kings of Spain.
+From him came all that honor who in good hour had birth.
+The Cid who ruled Valencia has departed from the earth
+At Pentecost. His mercy may Christ to him extend.
+To us all, just men or sinners, may He yet stand our friend.
+Lo! the deeds of the Cid Campeador! Here takes the book an end.
+
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+Synopsis: The national epic of Spain, written in the twelfth
+century about Rodrigo Diaz of Bivar, conqueror of Valencia, who
+only died in 1099 but had already become a legend. Rendered into
+vigorous English rhymed couplets of seven iambic feet in 1919.
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+Transcription by Holly Ingraham.
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+
+THE LAY OF THE CID
+
+Translated into English Verse
+
+by
+
+R. Selden Rose
+
+and
+
+Leonard Bacon
+______________________
+
+THE CID
+Lashed in the saddle, the Cid thundered out
+To his last onset. With a strange disdain
+The dead man looked on victory. In vain
+Emir and Dervish strive against the rout.
+In vain Morocco and Biserta shout,
+For still before the dead man fall the slain.
+Death rides for Captain of the Men of Spain,
+And their dead truth shall slay the living doubt.
+
+The soul of the great epic, like the chief,
+Conquers in aftertime on fields unknown.
+Men hear today the horn of Roland blown
+To match the thunder of the guns of France,
+And nations with a heritage of grief
+Follow their dead victorious in Romance.
+______________________
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+The importance of the Cid as Spain's bulwark against the Moors of
+the eleventh century is exceeded by his importance to his modern
+countrymen as the epitome of the noble and vigorous qualities that
+made Spain great. Menéndez y Pelayo has called him the symbol of
+Spanish nationality in virtue of the fact that in him there were
+united sobriety of intention and expression, simplicity at once
+noble and familiar, ingenuous and easy courtesy, imagination
+rather solid than brilliant, piety that was more active than
+contemplative, genuine and soberly restrained affections, deep
+conjugal devotion, a clear sense of justice, loyalty to his
+sovereign tempered by the courage to protest against injustice to
+himself, a strange and appealing confusion of the spirit of
+chivalry and plebeian rudeness, innate probity rich in vigorous
+and stern sincerity, and finally a vaguely sensible delicacy of
+affection that is the inheritance of strong men and clean blood.
+[1]
+
+[1] Cf. Menéndez y Pelayo, Tratado de los romances viejos, I, 315.
+
+This is the epic Cid who in the last quarter of the eleventh
+century was banished by Alphonso VI of Castile, fought his way to
+the Mediterranean, stormed Valencia, married his two daughters to
+the Heirs of Carrión and defended his fair name in parliament and
+in battle.
+
+The poet either from ignorance or choice has disregarded the
+historical significance of the campaigns of the Cid. He fails to
+mention his defeat of the threatening horde of Almoravides at the
+very moment when their victory over Alphonso's Castilians at
+Zalaca had opened to them Spain's richest provinces, and turns the
+crowning achievement of the great warrior's life into the
+preliminary to a domestic event which he considered of greater
+importance. We are grateful to him for his lack of accuracy, for
+it illustrates how men thought about their heroes in that time.
+The twelfth century Castilians would have admitted that in battle
+the Cid was of less avail than their patron James, the son of
+Zebedee, but they would have added that after all the saint was a
+Galilean and not a Spaniard.
+
+In order then to make the Cid not merely heroic but a national
+hero he must become the possessor of attributes of greatness
+beyond mere courage. The poet therefore, probably assuming that
+his hearers were well aware of the Cid's prowess in arms, devoted
+himself to a theme of more intimate appeal. The Cid, an exile from
+Castile and flouted by his enemies at home, must vindicate
+himself. The discomfiture of the Moor is not an end in itself but
+the means of vindication and, be it said, of support. When he is
+restored to favor, the marriage of his daughters to the Heirs of
+Carrión under Alphonso's auspices is the royal acknowledgment. The
+treachery of the heirs is the pretext for the Parliament of Toledo
+where the Cid shall appear in all the glory of triumphant
+vindication. The interest in the hecatombs of Moors and even in
+the fall of Valencia is a secondary one. What really matters is
+that the Cid's fair name be cleared of all stain of disloyalty and
+the doña Elvira and doña Sol wed worthy husbands.
+
+This unity of plan is consistently preserved by a rearrangement of
+the true chronology of events and by the introduction of purely
+traditional episodes. The shifting of historical values may be due
+to the fact that when the poem was composed, about 1150, the power
+of the Moor had really been broken by the conquests of Ferdinand
+I, Alphonso VI, Alphonso VII and Alphonso VIII of Castile and
+alphonso I, the Battler, of Aragon. The menace was no longer felt
+with the keenness of an hundred years before. until the end of the
+tenth century the Moors had dominated the Peninsula. The growth of
+the Christian states from the heroic nucleus in northern Asturias
+was confined to the territory bordering the Bay of Biscay,
+Asturias, Santander, part of the province of Burgos, León, and
+Galicia. In the East other centers of resistance had sprung up in
+Navarre, Aragon and the County of Barcelona. At the beginning of
+the eleventh century the tide turned. The progress of the
+reconquest was due as much to the disruption of Moorish unity as
+to the greater aggressiveness and closer coöperation of the
+Christian kingdoms. The end of the Caliphate of Cordova was the
+signal for the rise of a great number of mutually independent
+Moorish states. Sixty years later there were no less than twenty-
+three of them. By the middle of the following century the
+enthusiasm that had followed the first successful blows struck
+against the Moor had waned, and with it the vividness of their
+historical significance and order.
+
+Let us look at the Cid for a moment as he was seen by a Latin
+chronicler who confesses that the purpose of his modest narrative
+was merely to preserve the memory of the Cid of history.
+
+When Ferdinand I of Castile died under the walls of Valencia in
+1065 he divided his kingdom among his five children. To Sancho he
+left Castile, to Alphonso León, to García Galicia, to doña Urraca
+the city and lands of Zamora, and to doña Elvira Toro. Sancho,
+like his father, soon set about uniting the scattered inheritance.
+Ruy Diaz, a native of Bivar near Burgos, was his standard bearer
+against Alphonso at the battle of Volpéjar, aided him in the
+Galician campaign and was active at the siege of Zamora, where
+Sancho was treacherously slain. Alphonso, the despoiled lord of
+León, succeeded to the throne of Castile. Ruy Diaz, now called the
+Campeador (Champion) in honor of his victory over a knight of
+Navarre, was sent with a force of men to collect the annual taxes
+from the tributary Moorish kings of Andalusia. Mudafar of Granada,
+eager to throw off the yoke of Castile, marched against the
+Campeador and the loyal Motamid of Seville, and was routed at the
+battle of Cabra. García Ordoñez who was fighting in the ranks of
+Mudafar was taken prisoner. It was here probably that the Cid
+acquired that tuft of García's beard which he later produced with
+such convincing effect at Toledo. The Cid returned to Castile
+laden with booty and honors. The jealousy aroused by this exploit
+and by an equally successful raid against the region about Toledo
+caused the banishment of the Cid. From this time until his death
+he was ceaselessly occupied in warfare against the Moors.
+
+The way to Valencia was beset with more and greater difficulties
+than those described in the poem. The events of the first years of
+exile are closely associated with the moorish state of Zaragoza.
+At the death of its sovereign Almoktadir bitter strife arose
+between his two sons, Almutamin in Zaragoza and Alfagib in Denia.
+The Cid and his followers cast their lot with the former, while
+Alfagib sought in vain to maintain the balance by allying himself
+with Sancho of Aragon and Berenguer of Barcelona. After a decisive
+victory in which Berenguer was taken prisoner Almutamin returned
+to Zaragoza with his champion, "honoring him above his own son,
+his realm and all his possessions, so that he seemed almost the
+lord of the kingdom." There the Cid continued to increase in
+wealth and fame at the expense of Sancho of Aragon and Alfagib
+until the death of Almutamin.
+
+For a short time the Cid was restored to the good graces of
+Alphonso, but a misunderstanding during some joint military
+expedition brought a second decree of banishment. The Cid's
+possessions were confiscated and his wife and children cast into
+prison.
+
+The Cid then went to the support of Alkaadir, king of Valencia. He
+defeated the threatening Almoravides flushed with their victory
+over the Castilians at Zalaca. Again he chastised Berenguer of
+Barcelona. he hastened to answer a second summons from Alphonso,
+this time to bear aid in operations in the region about Granada.
+Suspecting that Alphonso intended treachery, he with drew from the
+camp toward Valencia. With Zaragoza as his base he laid waste the
+lands of Sancho and avenged himself upon Alphonso by ravaging
+Calahorra and Nájera.
+
+Finally in 1092 the overthrow of Alkaadir prompted him to
+interfere definitely in the affairs of Valencia. He besieged the
+city closely and captured it in 1094. There he ruled, independent,
+until his death in 1099.
+
+Even the Moorish chroniclers of the twelfth century pay their
+tribute to the memory of the Cid by the virulence of their hatred.
+Aben Bassam wrote: "The might of this tyrant was ever growing
+until its weight was felt upon the highest peaks and in the
+deepest valleys, and filled with terror both noble and commoner. I
+have heard men say that when his eagerness was greatest and his
+ambition highest he uttered these words, 'If one Rodrigo brought
+ruin upon this Peninsula, another Rodrigo shall reconquer it!' A
+saying that filled the hearts of the believers with fear and
+caused them to think that what they anxiously dreaded would
+speedily come to pass. This man, who was the lash and scourge of
+his time, was, because of his love of glory, his steadfastness of
+character and his heroic valor, one of the miracles of the Lord.
+Victory ever followed Rodrigo's banner--may Allay curse him--he
+triumphed over the princes of the unbelievers . . . and with a
+handful of men confounded and dispersed their numerous armies.'
+[2] One can hardly look for strict neutrality in the verdicts of
+Moorish historians, but between the one extreme of fanaticism that
+led Aben Bassam elsewhere to call the Cid a robber and a Galician
+dog and the other that four centuries later urged his
+canonization, the true believer can readily discern the figure of
+a warrior who was neither saint nor bandit.
+
+[2] Aben Bassam, Tesoro (1109), cf. Dozy, Recherches sur
+l'histoire politique et littéraire d'Espagne pendant le Moyen Age.
+Leyden, 1849.
+
+The deeds of such a man naturally appealed to popular imagination,
+and it is not wonderful that there were substantial accretions
+that less than a hundred years later found their way into the
+Epic. Within an astonishingly short time the purely traditional
+elements of the marriage of the Cid's daughters and the Parliament
+at Toledo became its central theme. It is probable that such a
+vital change was not entirely due to conscious art in a poet whose
+distinguishing characteristic is his very unconsciousness. From
+his minute familiarity with the topography of the country about
+Medina and Gormaz, his affection for St. Stephen's, his utter lack
+of accuracy in his description of the siege of Valencia and from
+the disproportionate prominence given to such really insignificant
+episodes as the sieges of Castejón and Alcocer, Pidal has inferred
+that the unknown poet was himself a native of this region and that
+his story of the life of the Cid is the product of local
+tradition. [3] Moreover there is abundant evidence to prove that
+before the composition of the poem as it has come down to us, the
+compelling figure of the Cid had inspired other chants of an
+heroic if not epic nature.
+
+[3] Cid, 1, 72-73.
+
+From this vigorous plant patriotic fervor and sympathetic
+imagination caused to spring a perennial growth of popular
+legends. The "General Chronicle of Alphonso the Wise," begun in
+1270, reflects the national affection for the very chattels of the
+Cid. it relates that Babiéca passed the evening of his life in
+ease and luxury and that his seed flourished in the land.
+
+After this constantly increasing biographical material had been
+developed and expanded through at least six chronicles and later
+epic treatment it was taken up by the ballads with a wealth of new
+episodes. Of these one of the most interesting is the Cid's duel
+with the conde Lozano and his marriage to Ximena. The hounds of
+Diego Lainez, the Cid's father, have seized a hare belonging to
+the conde Lozano, who considers that he has been grievously
+insulted thereby. Accordingly he retaliates with slurs that can
+removed only ont he field of honor. Diego Lainez, too old to
+fight, in order to discover which one of his three sons is worthy
+of clearing the honor of the family, bites the finger of each one
+successively. The two eldest utter only cries of pain, but Rodrigo
+with great spirit threatens his father. He is chosen to fight the
+conde Lozano and slays him. Ximena demands justice for her
+father's death, and protection. Thereupon by order of King
+Ferdinand the Cid and Ximena are married. Later we have Ximena's
+complaints that her husband's activity in the field against the
+Moors have tried her spirit sorely. There are many ballads that
+treat of the arming and consecration of the Cid in newly conquered
+Coimbra, of his victory over five Moorish kings who gave him the
+name Cid (Master), and became his tributaries, of the testament of
+Ferdinand in virtue of which the Cid is made the adviser of Sancho
+and Urraca. The siege of Zamora and the death of Sancho are
+fertile topics. At the accession of Alphonso the Cid forces him to
+swear a solemn oath that he was not party to the murder of his
+brother Sancho. Finally when the Cid is independent master of
+Valencia, the Sultan of Persia, hearing of his exploits, sends him
+rich presents and a magic balsam. This the Cid drinks when he is
+at the point of death. It preserves his dead body with such
+perfect semblance of life that, mounted on Babiéca, he turns the
+victory of the Moor Bucar into utter rout.
+
+Not the least curious is the legend of the Jew who having feared
+the living Cid, desired to pluck his sacred beard as he lay in
+state in St. Peter's at Cardena. "This is the body of the Cid,"
+said he, "so praised of all, and men say that while he lived none
+plucked his beard. I would fain seize it and take it in my hand,
+for since he lies here dead he shall not prevent this." The Jew
+stretched forth his hand, but ere he touched that beard the Cid
+laid his hand upon his sword Tizóna and drew it forth from its
+scabbard a handsbreadth. When the Jew beheld this he was struck
+with mighty fear, and backward he fell in a swoon for terror. Now
+this Jew was converted and ended his days in St. Peter's, a man of
+God.
+
+The uninitiated reader will doubtless miss in the Epic more than
+one of his most fondly cherished episodes. If he prefer the Cid of
+romance and fable, let him turn to the ballads and the Chronicle
+of the Cid. If he would cling to the punctilious, gallant hidalgo
+of the early seventeenth century, let him turn to the Cid of
+Guillem de Castro, or to Corneille's paragon. Don Quixote wisely
+said: "That there was a Cid there is no doubt, or Bernardo del
+Carpio either; but that they did the deeds men say they did, there
+is a doubt a-plenty." In the heroic heart of the Epic Cid one
+finds the simple nobility that later centuries have obscured with
+adornment.
+
+______________________
+
+THE LAY OF THE CID
+
+CANTAR I
+
+THE BANISHMENT OF THE CID
+
+I.
+He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore
+As he saw the yawning gateway and the hasps wrenched off the door,
+And the pegs whereon no mantle nor coat of vair there hung.
+There perched no moulting goshawk, and there no falcon swung.
+My lord the Cid sighed deeply such grief was in his heart
+And he spake well and wisely:
+"Oh Thou, in Heaven that art
+Our Father and our Master, now I give thanks to Thee.
+Of their wickedness my foemen have done this thing to me."
+
+II.
+Then they shook out the bridle rein further to ride afar.
+They had the crow on their right hand as they issued from Bivár;
+And as they entered Burgos upon their left it sped.
+And the Cid shrugged his shoulders, and the Cid shook his head:
+"Good tidings, Alvar Fañez. We are banished from our weal,
+But on a day with honor shall we come unto Castile."
+
+III.
+Roy Diaz entered Burgos with sixty pennons strong,
+And forth to look upon him did the men and women throng.
+And with their wives the townsmen at the windows stood hard by,
+And they wept in lamentation, their grief was risen so high.
+As with one mouth, together they spake with one accord:
+"God, what a noble vassal, an he had a worthy lord.
+
+IV.
+Fain had they made him welcome, but none dared do the thing
+For fear of Don Alfonso, and the fury of the King.
+His mandate unto Burgos came ere the evening fell.
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed well
+'That no man to Roy Diaz give shelter now, take heed
+And if one give him shelter, let him know in very deed
+He shall lose his whole possession, nay! the eyes within his head
+Nor shall his soul and body be found in better stead.'
+
+Great sorrow had the Christians, and from his face they hid.
+Was none dared aught to utter unto my lord the Cid.
+
+Then the Campeador departed unto his lodging straight.
+But when he was come thither, they had locked and barred the gate.
+In their fear of King Alfonso had they done even so.
+An the Cid forced not his entrance, neither for weal nor woe
+Durst they open it unto him. Loudly his men did call.
+Nothing thereto in answer said the folk within the hall.
+My lord the Cid spurred onward, to the doorway did he go.
+He drew his foot from the stirrup, he smote the door one blow.
+Yet the door would not open, for they had barred it fast.
+But a maiden of nine summers came unto him at last:
+
+"Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the sword.
+'This the King's will. Yestereven came the mandate of our lord.
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed with care:
+None to ope to you or greet you for any cause shall dare.
+And if we do, we forfeit houses and lands instead.
+Nay we shall lose, moreover, the eyes within the head
+And, Cid, with our misfortune, naught whatever dost thou gain.
+But may God with all his power support thee in thy pain."
+
+So spake the child and turned away. Unto her home went she.
+That he lacked the King's favor now well the Cid might see.
+He left the door; forth onward he spurred through Burgos town.
+When he had reached Saint Mary's, then he got swiftly down
+He fell upon his knee and prayed with a true heart indeed:
+and when the prayer was over, he mounted on the steed.
+North from the gate and over the Arlanzon he went.
+Here in the sand by Burgos, the Cid let pitch his tent.
+Roy Diaz, who in happy hour had girded on the brand,
+Since none at home would greet him, encamped there on the sand.
+With a good squadron, camping as if within the wood.
+They will not let him in Burgos buy any kind of food.
+Provender for a single day they dared not to him sell.
+
+V.
+Good Martin Antolínez in Burgos that did dwell
+To the Cid and to his henchmen much wine and bread gave o'er,
+That he bought not, but brought with him--of everything good
+store.
+
+Content was the great Campeador, and his men were of good cheer.
+Spake Martin Antolínez. His counsel you shall hear.
+"In happy hour, Cid Campeador, most surely wast thou born.
+Tonight here let us tarry, but let us flee at morn,
+For someone will denounce me, that thy service I have done.
+In the danger of Alfonso I certainly shall run.
+Late or soon, if I 'scape with thee the King must seek me forth
+For friendship's sake; if not, my wealth, a fig it is not worth.
+
+VI.
+Then said the Cid, who in good hour had girded on the steel:
+"Oh Martin Antolínez, thou art a good lance and leal.
+And if I live, hereafter I shall pay thee double rent,
+But gone is all my silver, and all my gold is spent.
+And well enough thou seest that I bring naught with me
+And many things are needful for my good company.
+Since by favor I win nothing by might then must I gain.
+I desire by thy counsel to get ready coffers twain.
+With the sand let us fill them, to lift a burden sore,
+And cover them with stamped leather with nails well studded o'er.
+
+VII.
+Ruddy shall be the leather, well gilded every nail.
+In my behalf do thou hasten to Vidas and Raquél.
+Since in Burgos they forbade me aught to purchase, and the King
+Withdraws his favor, unto them my goods I cannot bring.
+They are heavy, and I must pawn them for whatso'er is right.
+That Christians may not see it, let them come for them by night.
+May the Creator judge it and of all the Saints the choir.
+I can no more, and I do it against my own desire."
+
+VIII.
+Martin stayed not. Through Burgos he hastened forth, and came
+To the Castle. Vidas and Raquél, he demanded them by name.
+
+IX.
+Raquél and Vidas sate to count their goods and profits through,
+When up came Antolínez, the prudent man and true.
+
+"How now Raquél and Vidas, am I dear unto your heart,
+I would speak close." They tarried not. All three they went apart.
+"Give me, Raquél and Vidas, your hands for promise sure
+That you will not betray me to Christian or to Moor.
+I shall make you rich forever. You shall ne'er be needy more.
+When to gather in the taxes went forth the Campeador,
+Many rich goods he garnered, but he only kept the best.
+Therefore this accusation against him was addressed.
+And now two mighty coffers full of pure gold hath he.
+Why he lost the King's favor a man may lightly see.
+He has left his halls and houses, his meadow and his field,
+And the chests he cannot bring you lest he should stand revealed.
+The Campeador those coffers will deliver to your trust.
+And do you lend unto him whatsoever may be just.
+Do you take the chests and keep them, but swear a great oath here
+That you will not look within them for the space of all this
+year."
+
+The two took counsel:
+"Something to our profit must inure
+In all barter. He gained something in the country of the Moor
+When he marched there, for many goods he brought with him away.
+But he sleeps not unsuspected, who brings coined gold to pay.
+Let the two of us together take now the coffers twain.
+In some place let us put them where unseen they shall remain.
+
+"What the lord Cid demandeth, we prithee let us hear,
+And what will be our usury for the space of all this year?"
+
+Said Martin Antolínez like a prudent man and true:
+"Whatever you deem right and just the Cid desires of you.
+He will ask little since his goods are left in a safe place.
+But needy men on all sides beseech the Cid for grace.
+For six hundred marks of money, the Cid is sore bested."
+
+"We shall give them to him gladly," Raquél and Vidas said.
+
+"'Tis night. The Cid is sorely pressed. So give the marks to us.
+Answered Raquél and Vidas: "Men do not traffic thus.
+But first they take their surety and thereafter give the fee."
+Said Martin Antolínez:
+"So be it as for me.
+Come ye to the great Campeador for 'tis but just and fair
+That we should help you with the chests, and put them in your
+care,
+So that neither Moor nor Christian thereof shall hear the tale."
+
+"Therewith are we right well content," said Vidas and Raquél,
+"You shall have marks six hundred when we bring the chests again."
+
+And Martin Antolínez rode forth swiftly with the twain.
+And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go,
+But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know
+Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent.
+When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent.
+My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he:
+
+"Ha, don Raquél and Vidas, you have forgotten me!
+And now must I get hence away who am banished in disgrace,
+For the king from me in anger hath turned away his face.
+I deem that from my chattels you shall gain somewhat of worth.
+And you shall lack for nothing while you dwell upon the earth.'
+
+A-kissing of his hands forthwith Raquél and Vidas fell.
+Good Martin Antolínez had made the bargain well,
+That to him on the coffers marks six hundred they should lend.
+And keep them safe, moreover, till the year had made an end.
+For so their word was given and sworn to him again,
+If they looked ere that within them, forsworn should be the twain,
+The Cid would never give them one groat of usury.
+
+Said Martin, "Let the chests be ta'en as swiftly as may be,
+Take them, Raquél and Vidas, and keep them in your care.
+And we shall even go with you that the money we may bear,
+For ere the first cock croweth must my lord the Cid depart."
+
+At the loading of the coffers you had seen great joy of heart.
+For they could not heave the great chests up though they were
+stark and hale.
+Dear was the minted metal to Vidas and Raquél;
+And they would be rich forever till their two lives it were o'er
+
+X.
+The hand of my good lord the Cid, Raquél had kissed once more:
+"Ha! Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.
+Forth from Castile thou goest to the men of a strange land.
+Such is become thy fortune and great thy gain shall be
+Ah Cid, I kiss thine hands again--but make a gift to me
+Bring me a Moorish mantle splendidly wrought and red."
+"So be it. It is granted," the Cid in answer said,
+"If from abroad I bring it, well doth the matter stand;
+If not, take it from the coffers I leave here in your hand."
+
+And then Raquél and Vidas bore the two chests away.
+With Martin Antolínez into Burgos entered they.
+And with fitting care, and caution unto their dwelling sped.
+And in the midmost of the hall a plaited quilt they spread.
+And a milk-white cloth of linen thereon did they unfold.
+Three hundred marks of silver before them Martin told.
+And forthwith Martin took them, no whit the coins he weighed.
+Then other marks three hundred in gold to him they paid.
+Martin had five esquires. He loaded all and one.
+You shall hear what said don Martin when all this gear was done:
+
+"Ha! don Raquél and Vidas, ye have the coffers two.
+Well I deserve a guerdon, who obtained this prize for you."
+
+XI.
+Together Vidas and Raquél stepped forth apart thereon:
+"Let us give him a fair present for our profit he has won.
+Good Martin Antolínez in Burgos that dost dwell,
+We would give thee a fair present for thou deserves well.
+Therewith get breeches and a cloak and mantle rich and fine.
+Thou hast earned it. For a present these thirty marks are thine.
+For it is but just and honest, and, moreover, thou wilt stand
+Our warrant in this bargain whereto we set our hand."
+
+Don Martin thanked them duly and took the marks again.
+He yearned to leave the dwelling and well he wished the twain.
+He is gone out from Burgos. O'er the Arlanzon he went.
+And him who in good hour was born he found within his tent.
+
+The Cid arose and welcomed him, with arms held wide apart:
+"Thou art come, Antolínez, good vassal that thou art!
+May you live until the season when you reap some gain of me."
+
+"Here have I come, my Campeador, with as good heed as might be.
+Thou hast won marks six hundred, and thirty more have I.
+Ho! order that they strike the tents and let us swiftly fly.
+In San Pedro de Cardeñas let us hear the cock ere day.
+We shall see your prudent lady, but short shall be our stay.
+And it is needful for us from the kingdom forth to wend,
+For the season of our suffrance drawns onward to its end."
+
+XII.
+They spake these words and straightaway the tent upgathered then,
+My lord the Cid rode swiftly with all his host of men.
+And forth unto Saint Mary's the horse's head turned he,
+And with his right hand crossed himself: "God, I give thanks to
+thee
+Heaven and Earth that rulest. And thy favor be my weal
+Holy Saint Mary, for forthright must I now quit Castile.
+For I look on the King with anger, and I know not if once more
+I shall dwell there in my life-days. But may thy grace watch o'er
+My parting, Blessed Virgin, and guard me night and day.
+If thou do so and good fortune come once more in my way,
+I will offer rich oblations at thine altar, and I swear
+Most solemnly that I will chant a thousand masses there."
+
+XIII.
+And the lord Cid departed fondly as a good man may.
+Forthwith they loosed the horses, and out they spurred away.
+Said good Martin Antolínez in Burgos that did dwell:
+"I would see my lady gladly and advise my people well
+What they shall do hereafter. It matters not to me
+Though the King take all. Ere sunrise I shall come unto thee."
+
+XIV.
+Martin went back to Burgos but my lord the Cid spurred on
+To San Pedro of Cardeñas as hard as horse could run,
+With all his men about him who served him as is due.
+And it was nigh to morning, and the cocks full oft they crew,
+When at last my lord the Campeador unto San Pedro came.
+God's Christian was the Abbot. Don Sancho was his name;
+And he was saying matins at the breaking of the day.
+With her five good dames in waiting Xiména there did pray.
+They prayed unto Saint Peter and God they did implore:
+"O thou who guidest all mankind, succor the Campeador."
+
+XV.
+One knocked at the doorway, and they heard the tidings then.
+God wot the Abbot Sancho was the happiest of men.
+With the lights and with the candles to the court they ran forth
+right,
+And him who in good hour was born they welcomed in delight.
+
+"My lord Cid," quoth the Abbot, "Now God be praised of grace!
+Do thou accept my welcome, since I see thee in this place."
+And the Cid who in good hour was born, hereunto answered he:
+
+"My thanks to thee, don Sancho, I am content with thee.
+For myself and for my vassals provision will I make.
+Since I depart to exile, these fifty marks now take.
+If I may live my life-span, they shall be doubled you.
+To the Abbey not a groatsworth of damage will I do.
+For my lady do I give you an hundred marks again,
+Herself, her dames and daughters for this year do you maintain.
+I leave two daughters with you, but little girls they be.
+In thine arms keep them kindly. I commend them here to thee.
+Don Sancho do thou guard them, and of my wife take care.
+If thou wantest yet and lackest for anything whate'er,
+Look well to their provision, thee I conjure once more,
+And for one mark that thou spendest the Abbey shall have four."
+And with glad heart the Abbot his full assent made plain.
+And lo! the Dame Xiména came with her daughters twain.
+Each had her dame-in-waiting who the little maiden bore.
+And Dame Xiména bent the knee before the Campeador.
+And fain she was to kiss his hand, and, oh, she wept forlorn!
+
+"A boon! A boon! my Campeador. In a good hour wert thou born.
+And because of wicked slanderers art thou banished from the land.
+
+XVI.
+"Oh Campeador fair-bearded, a favor at thy hand!
+Behold I kneel before thee, and thy daughters are here with me,
+That have seen of days not many, for children yet they be,
+And these who are my ladies to serve my need that know.
+Now well do I behold it, thou art about to go.
+Now from thee our lives a season must sunder and remove,
+But unto us give succor for sweet Saint Mary's love."
+
+The Cid, the nobly bearded, reached down unto the twain,
+And in his arms his daughters has lifted up again,
+And to his heart he pressed them, so great his love was grown,
+And his tears fell fast and bitter, and sorely did he moan:
+"Xiména as mine own spirit I loved thee, gentle wife;
+But o'er well dost thou behold it, we must sunder in our life.
+I must flee and thou behind me here in the land must stay.
+Please God and sweet Saint Mary that yet upon a day
+I shall give my girls in marriage with mine own hand rich and
+well,
+And thereafter in good fortune be suffered yet to dwell,
+May they grant me, wife, much honored, to serve thee then once
+more."
+
+XVII.
+A mighty feast they had prepared for the Great Campeador
+The bells within San Pedro they clamor and they peal.
+That my lord the Cid is banished men cry throughout Castile.
+And some have left their houses, from their lands some fled away.
+Of knights an hundred and fifteen were seen upon that day,
+By the bridge across the Arlanzon together they came o'er.
+One and all were they calling on the Cid Campeador.
+And Martin Antolínez has joined him with their power.
+They sought him in San Pedro, who was born in a good hour.
+
+XVIII.
+When that his host was growing, heard the great Cid of Bivár,
+Swift he rode forth to meet them, for his fame would spread afar.
+When they were come before him, he smiled on them again.
+And one and all drew near him and to kiss his hand were fain.
+My lord the Cid spake gladly: "Now to our God on high
+I make my supplication that ere I come to die I
+may repay your service that house and land has cost,
+And return unto you double the possession that ye lost."
+
+My lord the Cid was merry that so great his commons grew,
+And they that were come to him they all were merry too.
+
+Six days of grace are over, and there are left but three,
+Three and no more. The Cid was warned upon his guard to be,
+For the King said, if thereafter he should find him in the land,
+Then neither gold nor silver should redeem him from his hand.
+And now the day was over and night began to fall
+His cavaliers unto him he summoned one and all:
+
+"Hearken, my noble gentlemen. And grieve not in your care.
+Few goods are mine, yet I desire that each should have his share.
+As good men ought, be prudent. When the cocks crow at day,
+See that the steeds are saddled, nor tarry nor delay.
+In San Pedro to say matins the Abbot good will be;
+He will say mass in our behalf to the Holy Trinity.
+And when the mass is over, from the abbey let us wend,
+For the season of our sufferance draws onward to an end.
+And it is sure, moreover, that we have far to go."
+Since so the Cid had ordered, they must do even so.
+Night passed, and came the morning. The second cock he crew;
+Forthwith upon the horses the caparisons they threw.
+
+And the bells are rung for matins with all the haste they may.
+My lord Cid and his lady to church they went their way.
+On the steps Xiména cast herself, that stood the shrine before,
+And to God passionately she prayed to guard the Campeador:
+
+"Our Father who art in Heaven, such glory is in Thee!
+Thou madest firmament and earth, on the third day the sea.
+The stars and moon Thou madest, and the great sun to warm.
+In the womb of Mary Mother, Thou tookest human form.
+Thou didst appear in Bethlehem as was Thy will and choice.
+And in Thy praise and glory shepherds lifted up their voice.
+And thither to adore Thee from Arabia afar
+Came forth the three kings, Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar.
+And gold and myrrh and frankincense they proffered eagerly.
+Thou didst spare the prophet Jonah when he fell into the sea.
+And Thou didst rescue Daniel from the lions in the cave.
+And, moreover, in Rome city Saint Sebastian didst Thou save.
+From the sinful lying witness Saint Susanna didst Thou ward.
+And years two and thirty didst Thou walk the Earth, our Lord,
+Showing, the which all men take heed, Thy miracles divine.
+Of the stone, bread Thou madest, and of the water, wine.
+Thou didst raise up Saint Lazarus according to Thy will.
+Thou didst let the Hebrews take Thee. On Calvary the hill,
+In the place Golgotha by name, Thee, Lord, they crucified.
+And the two thieves were with Thee, whom they hanged on either
+side,
+One is in heaven, the other he came not thereunto.
+A miracle most mighty on the cross there didst Thou do.
+Blind was Longinus never had seen from his birth-year.
+The side of our Lord Jesus he pierced it with the spear.
+Forth the blood issued swiftly, and ran down the shaft apace.
+It stained his hands. He raised them and put them to his face.
+Forthwith his eyes were opened and in every way might see.
+He is ransomed from destruction for he straight believed on Thee.
+From the sepulchre Thou rosest, and into Hell didst go,
+According to Thy purpose, and its gates didst overthrow,
+To bring forth the Holy Fathers. And King of Kings Thou art,
+And of all the world the Father, and Thee with all my heart
+Do I worship and acknowledge, and further I implore
+That Saint Peter speed my prayer for the Cid Campeador,
+That God keep his head from evil; and when this day we twain
+Depart, then grant it to us that we meet in life again."
+
+And now the prayer is over and the mass in its due course.
+From church they came, and already were about to get to horse.
+And the Cid clasped Xiména, but she, his hand she kissed.
+Sore wept the Dame, in no way the deed to do she wist.
+He turned unto his daughters and he looked upon the two:
+"To the Spiritual Father, have I commended you.
+We must depart. God knoweth when we shall meet again."
+Weeping most sore--for never hast thou beheld such pain
+As the nail from the flesh parteth, from each other did they part.
+
+And Cid with all his vassals disposed himself to start,
+And as he waited for them anew he turned his head,
+Minaya AIvar Fañez then in good season said:
+
+"Cid! Where is now thy courage? Upon a happy day
+Wast thou born. Let us bethink us of the road and haste away.
+A truce to this. Rejoicing out of these griefs shall grow.
+The God who gave us spirits shall give us aid also."
+
+Don Sancho the good Abbot, they charged him o'er again
+To watch and ward Xiména and likewise her daughters twain,
+And the ladies that were with them. That he shall have no lack
+Of guerdon let the Abbot know. By this was he come back,
+Then out spake Alvar Fañez: "Abbot, if it betide
+That men should come desirous in our company to ride,
+Bid them follow but be ready on a long road to go
+Through the sown and through the desert; they may overtake us so."
+
+They got them upon horseback, they let the rein go slack.
+The time drew near when on Castile they needs must turn the back.
+Spinaz de Can, it was the place where the Cid did alight.
+And a great throng of people welcomed him there that night.
+On the next day at morning, he got to horse once more,
+And forth unto his exile rode the true Campeador.
+To the left of San Estévan the good town did he wheel.
+He marched through Alcobiella the frontier of Castile.
+O'er the highway to Quinéa his course then has he bent.
+Hard by Navas de Palos o'er Duéro stream he went.
+All night at Figueruéla did my lord the Cid abide.
+And very many people welcomed him on every side..
+
+XIX.
+When it was night the Cid lay down. In a deep sleep he fell,
+And to him in a vision came the angel Gabriel:
+
+"Ride, Cid, most noble Campeador, for never yet did knight
+Ride forth upon an hour whose aspect was so bright.
+While thou shalt live good fortune shall be with thee and shine."
+When he awoke, upon his face he made the holy sign.
+
+XX.
+He crossed himself, and unto God his soul commended then,
+he was glad of the vision that had come into his ken
+The next day at morning they began anew to wend.
+Be it known their term of sufferance at the last has made an end.
+In the mountains of Miédes the Cid encamped that night,
+With the towers of Atiénza where the Moors reign on the right.
+
+XXI.
+'Twas not yet come to sunset, and lingered still the day.
+My lord the Cid gave orders his henchmen to array.
+Apart from the footsoldiers, and valiant men of war,
+There were three hundred lances that each a pennon bore.
+
+XXII.
+"Feed all the horses early, so may our God you speed.
+Let him eat who will; who will not, let him get upon the steed.
+
+We shall pass the mountain ranges rough and of dreadful height.
+The land of King Alfonso we can leave behind tonight.
+And whosoe'er will seek us shall find us ready then."
+
+By night the mountain ranges he traversed with his men.
+Morn came. From the hills downward they were about to fare.
+In a marvelous great forest the Cid bade halt them there,
+And to feed the horses early; and he told them all aright
+In what way he was desirous that they should march by night.
+They all were faithful vassals and gave assent thereto;
+The behests of their great captain it behooved them all to do.
+Ere night, was every man of them unto the riding fit.
+So did the Cid that no man might perchance get wind of it.
+They marched all through the night-tide and rested not at all.
+Near Henáres a town standeth that Castejón men call.
+There the Cid went into ambush with the men of his array.
+
+XXIII.
+He couched there in the ambush till the breaking of the day.
+This Minaya Alvar Fañez had counselled and had planned:
+
+"Ha, Cid, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.
+Thou with an hundred henchmen shalt abide to hold the rear.
+Till we have drawn forth Castejón unto the bushment here.
+But give me now two hundred men on a harrying raid to ride.
+We shall win much if thy fortune and our God be on our side.
+
+"Well didst thou speak, Minaya," the Campeador he said,
+"Do thou with the two hundred ride on a harrying raid.
+With Alvar Salvadórez, Alvar Alvarez shall advance,
+likewise Galínd Garcíaz, who is a gallant lance.
+Let them ride beside Minaya, each valiant cavalier.
+Let them ride unfearing forward and turn from naught for fear.
+Out unto Guadalajára, from Hita far and wide,
+To Alcalá the city forth let the harriers ride.
+That they bring all the booty let them be very sure,
+Let them leave naught behind them for terror of the Moor.
+Here with an hundred lances in the rear will I remain,
+And capture Castejón good store of provender to gain.
+If thou come in any danger as thou ridest on the raid,
+Send swiftly hither, and all Spain shall say how I gave aid."
+Now all the men were chosen who on the raid should ride,
+And those who in the rearguard with the lord Cid should abide.
+
+And now the dawn was breaking and morning coming on,
+And the sun rising. Very God! how beautifully it shone!
+All men arose in Castejón, and wide they threw the gates;
+And forth they went to oversee their farmlands and estates.
+All were gone forth, and the gates stand open as they were thrown,
+And but a little remnant were left in Castejón.
+Round the city were the people scattered the whole country o'er.
+Then forth out of the ambush issued the Campeador.
+And without fail round Castejón he rushed along his way.
+The Moors, both men and women, he took them for a prey,
+And of their flocks as many as thereabouts there strayed.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo straight for the gateway made,
+And they that held it, when they saw that swift attack begin,
+Fled in great fear, and through the gates Roy Diaz entered in
+With the sword naked in his hand; and fifteen Moors he slew
+Whom he ran down. In Castejón much gold, and silver too,
+He captured. Then unto him his knights the booty brought.
+To my lord Cid they bore it. The spoil they valued naught.
+
+Lo! the two hundred men and three to plunder that rode out,
+Sped fearlessly, and ravaged the country roundabout.
+For the banner of Minaya unto Alcalá did gleam.
+Then they bore home the booty up the Henáres stream
+Past Guadalajára. Booty exceeding great they bore
+Of sheep and kine and vesture and of other wealth good store.
+Straightway returned Minaya. None dared the rear attack.
+With the treasure they had taken his company turned back.
+Lo, they wore come to Castejón, where the Campeador abode.
+He left the hold well guarded. Out from the place he rode.
+With all his men about him to meet them did he come,
+And with arms wide asunder welcomed Minaya home:
+
+"Thou art come, Alvar Fañez, good lance thou art indeed.
+Whereso I send thee, in such wise I well may hope to speed.
+Put straightway al] together the spoil both shine and mine;
+The fifth part of all, Minaya, an thou so desire, is thine."
+
+XXIV.
+"Much do I thank thee for it, illustrious Campeador.
+With what thou giv'st me, the fifth part of all our spoils of war,
+The King Alfonso of Castile full well content would be.
+I renounce it in thy favor; and without a claim to thee.
+But I swear to God who dwelleth in the high firmament,
+That till upon my charger I gallop in content
+Against the Moors, and till I wield both spear and brand again,
+And till unto my elbow from the blade the blood doth drain
+Before the Cid illustrious, howe'er so small it be,
+I will not take the value of a copper groat from thee.
+When through me some mighty treasure thou hast at thy command.
+I will take thy gift; till such a time, all else is in thine
+hand."
+
+XXV.
+They heaped the spoil together. Pondered the Cid my lord,
+He who in happy hour had girded on the sword,
+How tidings of his raiding to the King would come ere long,
+And Alfonso soon would seek him with his host to do him wrong.
+He bade his spoil-dividers make a division fair,
+And furthermore in writing give to each man his share.
+The fortune of each cavalier had sped exceeding well,
+One hundred marks of silver to each of them there fell,
+And each of the foot soldiers the half of that obtained.
+A round fifth of the treasure for my lord the Cid remained
+But here he could not sell it, nor in gifts give it away.
+No captives, men or women, he desired in his array.
+And with the men of Castejón he spoke to this intent
+To Hita and Guadalajára ambassadors he sent
+To find how high the ransom of the fifth part they would rate.
+Even as they assessed it, his profit would be great.
+Three thousand marks of silver the Moors agreed to pay.
+The Cid was pleased. And duly was it paid on the third day.
+
+My lord the Cid determined with all his men of war
+That there within the castle they would abide no more,
+And that they would have held it, but that water sore it lacked:
+
+"Ye Moors are friendly to the King; even so runs the pact,
+With his host will he pursue us. And I desire to flee
+From Castejón; Minaya and my men, so hark to me;
+
+XXVI.
+"Nor take it ill, mine utterance. For here we cannot stay.
+The king will come to seek us, for he is not far away;
+But to destroy the castle seems in no way good to me.
+An hundred Moorish women in that place I will set free
+And of the Moors an hundred. Since there, as it befell,
+I captured them. Hereafter shall they all speak of me well.
+Ye all are paid; among you is no man yet to pay.
+Let us on the morrow morning prepare to ride away,
+For against my lord AIfonso the strife I would not stir."
+
+What the Cid said was pleasing to his every follower.
+Rich men they all departed from the hold that they had ta'en
+And the Moors both men and women blessed them o'er and o'er again.
+
+Up the Henáres hastened they and hard they rode and strong.
+They passed through the Alcárrias, and swift they marched along,
+By the Caverns of Anquíta they hastened on their way.
+They crossed the stream. Into Taránz the great plain entered they,
+And on down through that region as hard as they might fare.
+Twixt Faríza and Cetína would the Cid seek shelter there.
+And a great spoil he captured in the country as he went,
+For the Moors had no inkling whatso'er of his intent.
+On the next day marched onward the great Cid of Bivár,
+And he went by Alháma, and down the vale afar.
+And he passed Bubiérca and Atéca likewise passed,
+And it was nigh to Alcocér that he would camp at last
+Upon a rounded hillock that was both strong and high.
+They could not rob him of water; the Jalón it flowed hard by.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo planned to storm Alcocér.
+
+XXVII. He pitched a strong encampment upon the hillock there,
+Some men were toward the mountains, some by the stream arrayed.
+The gallant Cid, who in good hour had girded on the blade,
+Bade his men near the water dig a trench about the height,
+That no man might surprise them by day nor yet by night.
+So might men know that there the Cid had taken up his stand.
+
+XXVIII.
+And thereupon the tidings went out through all that land,
+How my lord Cid the Campeador had there got footing sure,
+He is gone forth from the Christians, he is come unto the Moor,
+In his presence no man dareth plough the farmlands as of yore.
+Very merry with his vassals was the great Campeador.
+And Alcocér the Castle wider tribute had he laid.
+
+XXIX.
+In Alcocér the burghers to the Cid their tribute paid
+And all the dwellers in Terrér and Teca furthermore.
+And the townsmen of Calatayúd, know well, it irked them sore.
+Full fifteen weeks he tarried there, but the town yielded not.
+And when he saw it forthwith the Cid devised a plot.
+Save one left pitched behind him, he struck his every tent.
+Then with his ensign lifted, down the Jalón he went,
+With mail-shirts on and girded swords, as a wise man should him
+bear.
+To draw forth to his ambush the men of Alcocér.
+And when they saw it, name of God! How glad was everyone!
+"The provender and fodder of my lord the Cid are gone.
+If he leaves one tent behind him, the burden is not light
+Of the others that he beareth. He 'scapes like one in flight.
+Let us now fall upon him, great profit shall we gain.
+We shall win a mighty booty before he shall be ta'en
+By them who have their dwelling in the city of Terrér;
+For if by chance they take him, in the spoil we shall not share.
+The tribute that he levied, double he shall restore."
+
+Forth from the town of Alcocér in wild haste did they pour.
+When the Cid saw them well without he made as if he fled;
+With his whole host in confusion down the Jalón he sped.
+
+"The prize 'scapes," cried the townsmen. Forth rushed both great
+and small,
+In the lust of conquest thinking of nothing else at all.
+They left the gates unguarded, none watched them any more.
+And then his face upon them turned the great Campeador,
+He saw how twixt them and their hold there lay a mighty space;
+He made them turn the standard. They spurred the steeds apace.
+"Ho! cavaliers! Now swiftly let every man strike in,
+By the Creator's favor this battle we shall win."
+And there they gave them battle in the midmost of the mead.
+Ah God! is the rejoicing on this morning great indeed.
+The Cid and Alvar Fañez went spurring on ahead;
+Know ye they had good horses that to their liking sped.
+'Twixt the townsmen and the castle swiftly the way they broke.
+And the Cid's henchmen merciless, came striking stroke on stroke,
+In little space three hundred of the Moors they there have slain.
+Loud was the shouting of the Moors in the ambush that were ta'en.
+But the twain left them; on they rushed. Right for the hold they
+made
+And at the gate they halted, each with a naked blade.
+Then up came the Cid's henchmen for the foe were all in flight.
+Know ye the Cid has taken Alcocér by such a sleight.
+
+XXX.
+Per Vermudóz came thither who the Cid's flag did bear.
+On the high place of the city he lifted it in air.
+Outspoke the Cid Roy Diaz. Born in good hour was he:
+
+"To God in Heaven and all his saints great thanks and praises be.
+We shall better now our lodging for cavalier and steed."
+
+XXXI.
+Alvar Fañez and all ye my knights, now hearken and give heed
+We have taken with the castle a booty manifold.
+Dead are the Moors. Not many of the living I behold.
+Surely we cannot sell them the women and the men;
+And as for striking off their heads, we shall gain nothing then.
+ln the hold let us receive them, for we have the upper hand.
+When we lodge within their dwellings, they shall do as we
+command."
+
+XXXII.
+The Cid with all his booty lieth in Alcocér.
+He let the tent be sent for, that he left behind him there.
+It irked the men of Teca, wroth in Terrér were they;
+Know ye on all Calatayúd sorely the thing did weigh.
+To the Sovereign of Valencia they sent the news apace:
+How that the King Alfonso hath banished in disgrace
+One whom men call my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz of Bivár,
+He came to lodge by Alcocér, and strong his lodgings are.
+He drew them out to ambush; he has won the castle there.
+"If thou aidest not needs must thou lose both Teca and Terrér,
+Thou wilt have lost Calatayúd that cannot stand alone.
+All things will go to ruin on the banks of the Jalón,
+And round about Jilóca on the far bank furthermore."
+
+When the King Tamín had heard it, his heart was troubled sore:
+"Here do I see three Moorish kings. Let two without delay
+With three thousand Moors and weapons for the fight ride there
+away;
+Likewise they shall be aided by the men of the frontier.
+See that ye take him living and bring him to me here.
+He must pay for the realm's trespass till I be satisfied."
+
+Three thousand Moors have mounted and fettled them to ride.
+All they unto Segórbe have come to lodge that night.
+The next day they got ready to ride at morning light.
+In the evening unto Celfa they came the night to spend.
+And there they have determined for the borderers to send.
+Little enow they tarried; from every side they came.
+Then they went forth from Celfa (of Canál it has its name),
+Never a whit they rested, but marched the livelong day.
+And that night unto their lodging in Calatayúd came they.
+And they sent forth their heralds through the length of all the
+land.
+A great and sovran army they gathered to their hand.
+With the two Kings Fáriz and Gálve (these are the names they
+bear).
+They will besiege my noble lord the Cid in Alcocér.
+
+XXXIII.
+They pitched the tents and got them to their lodging there and
+then.
+Strong grew their bands for thereabouts was found great store of
+men.
+Moreover all the outposts, which the Moors set in array,
+Marched ever hither and thither in armour night and day.
+And many are the outposts, and great that host of war.
+From the Cid's men, of water have they cut off all the store.
+My lord the Cid's brave squadrons great lust to fight they had,
+But he who in good hour was born firmly the thing forbade.
+For full three weeks together they hemmed the city in.
+
+XXXIV.
+When three weeks were well nigh over and the fourth would soon
+begin,
+My lord Cid and his henchmen agreed after this guise:
+
+"They have cut us off from water; and our food must fail likewise.
+They will not grant unto us that we depart by night,
+And very great is their power for us to face and fight.
+My knights what is your pleasure, now say, that we shall do.?
+Then first outspake Minaya the good knight and the true:
+
+"Forth from Castile the noble unto this place we sped;
+If with the Moors we fight not, they will not give us bread.
+Here are a good six hundred and some few more beside.
+In the name of the Creator let nothing else betide:
+Let us smite on them tomorrow."
+
+The Campeador said he:
+"Minaya Alvar Fañez, thy speaking liketh me.
+Thou hast done thyself much honor, as of great need thou must."
+
+All the Moors, men and women, he bade them forth to thrust
+That none his secret counsel might understand aright
+And thereupon they armed them all through that day and night.
+And the next day in the dawning when soon the sun should rise,
+The Cid was armed and with him all the men of his emprise.
+My lord the Cid spake to them even as you shall hear.
+
+"Let all go forth, let no one here tarry in the rear,
+Save only two footsoldiers the gates to watch and shield.
+They will capture this our castle, if we perish in the field;
+But if we win, our fortunes shall grow both great and fair.
+Per Vermudóz, my banner I bid thee now to bear;
+As thou art very gallant, do thou keep it without stain.
+But unless I so shall order thou shalt not loose the rein."
+
+He kissed the Cid's hand. Forth he ran the battle-flag to take.
+They oped the gates, and outward in a great rush did they break.
+And all the outposts of the Moor beheld them coming on,
+And back unto the army forthwith they got them gone.
+What haste there was among the Moors! To arm they turned them
+back.
+With the thunder of the war-drum the earth was like to crack.
+There might you see Moors arming, that swift their ranks did
+close.
+Above the Moorish battle two flags-in-chief arose,
+But of their mingling pennons the number who shall name?
+Now all the squadrons of the Moors marching right onward came,
+That the Cid and all his henchmen they might capture out of hand.
+
+"My gallant men here in this place see that ye firmly stand,
+Let no man leave the war-ranks till mine order I declare."
+
+Per Vermudóz, he found it too hard a thing to bear,
+He spurred forth with the banner that in his hand he bore:
+
+"May the Creator aid thee, thou true Cid Campeador,
+Through the line of battle yonder thy standard I will take;
+I shall see how you bring succor, who must for honor's sake."
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity, go not to the attack."
+For answer said Per Vermudóz: "Is naught shall hold me back."
+Spurring the steed he hurled him through the strong line of the
+foes.
+The serried Moors received him and smote him mighty blows,
+To take from him the banner; yet they could not pierce his mail.
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity go help him to prevail."
+
+XXXV.
+Before their breasts the war-shields there have they buckled
+strong,
+The lances with the pennons they laid them low along,
+And they have bowed their faces over the saddlebow,
+And thereaway to strike them with brave hearts did they go.
+He who in happy hour was born with a great voice did call:
+
+"For the love of the Creator, smite them, my gallants ah.
+I am Roy Diaz of Bivár, the Cid, the Campeador."
+
+At the rank where was Per Vermudóz the mighty strokes they bore.
+They are three hundred lances that each a pennon bear.
+At one blow every man of them his Moor has slaughtered there,
+And when they wheeled to charge anew as many more were slain.
+
+XXXV.
+You might see great clumps of lances lowered and raised again,
+And many a shield of leather pierced and shattered by the stroke,
+And many a coat of mail run through, its meshes all to-broke,
+And many a white pennon come forth all red with blood,
+And running without master full many a charger good.
+
+Cried the Moors "Mahound!" The Christians shouted on Saint James
+of grace.
+On the field Moors thirteen hundred were slain in little space.
+
+XXXVII.
+On his gilded selle how strongly fought the Cid, the splendid
+knight.
+And Minaya Alvar Fañez who Zoríta held of right,
+And brave Martin Antolínez that in Burgos did abide,
+And likewise Muño Gustióz, the Cid's esquire tried!
+So also Martin Gustióz who ruled Montemayór,
+And by Alvar Salvadórez Alvar Alvarez made war
+And Galínd Garcíaz the good knight that came from Aragon,
+There too came Felez Múñoz the Cid his brother's son.
+As many as were gathered there straightway their succor bore,
+And they sustained the standard and the Cid Campeador.
+
+XXXVIII.
+Of Minaya Alvar Fañez the charger they have slain
+The gallant bands of Christians came to his aid amain.
+His lance was split and straightway he set hand upon the glaive,
+What though afoot, no whit the less he dealt the buffets brave.
+The Cid, Roy Diaz of Castile, saw how the matter stood.
+He hastened to a governor that rode a charger good.
+With his right hand he smote him such a great stroke with the
+sword
+That the waist he clave; the half of him he hurled unto the sward.
+To Minaya Alvar Fañez forthwith he gave the steed.
+"Right arm of mine, Minaya, now horse thee with all speed!
+I shall have mighty succor from thee this very day.
+
+The Moors leave not the battle; firm standeth their array,
+And surely it behooves us to storm their line once more."
+
+Sword in hand rode Minaya; on their host he made great war,
+Whom he overtook soever, even to death he did.
+He who was born in happy hour, Roy Diaz, my lord Cid,
+Thrice smote against King Fáriz. Twice did the great strokes fail,
+But the third found the quarry. And down his shirt of mail
+Streamed the red blood. To leave the field he wheeled his horse
+away.
+By that one stroke the foeman were conquered in the fray.
+
+XXXIX.
+And Martin Antolínez a heavy stroke let drive
+At Gálve. On his helmet the rubies did he rive;
+The stroke went through the helmet for it reached unto the flesh.
+Be it known, he dared not tarry for the man to strike afresh.
+King Fáriz and King Gálve, but beaten men are they.
+What a great day for Christendom! On every side away
+Fled the Moors. My lord Cid's henchmen still striking gave them
+chase.
+Into Terrér came Fáriz, but the people of the place
+Would not receive King Gálve. As swiftly as he might
+Onward unto Calatayúd he hastened in his flight.
+And after him in full pursuit came on the Campeador.
+Till they came unto Calatayúd that chase they gave not o'er.
+
+XL.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez hath a horse that gallops well.
+Of the Moors four and thirty that day before him fell.
+And all his arm was bloody, for 'tis a biting sword;
+And streaming from his elbow downward the red blood poured.
+Said Minaya: "Now am I content; well will the rumor run
+To Castile, for a pitched battle my lord the Cid hath won."
+Few Moors are left, so many have already fallen dead,
+For they who followed after slew them swiftly as they fled.
+He who was born in happy hour came with his host once more.
+On his noble battle-charger rode the great Campeador.
+His coif was wrinkled. Name of God! but his great beard was fair.
+His mail-hood on his shoulders lay. His sword in hand he bare.
+And he looked upon his henchmen and saw them drawing nigh:
+
+"Since we ha' won such a battle, glory to God on high!"
+
+The Cid his henchmen plundered the encampment far and wide
+Of the shields and of the weapons and other wealth beside.
+Of the Moors they captured there were found five hundred steeds
+and ten.
+And there was great rejoicing among those Christian men,
+And the lost of their number were but fifteen all told.
+They brought a countless treasure of silver and of gold.
+Enriched were all those Christians with the spoil that they had
+ta'en
+And back unto their castle they restored the Moors again;
+To give them something further he gave command and bade.
+With all his train of henchmen the Cid was passing glad.
+He gave some monies, some much goods to be divided fair,
+And full an hundred horses fell to the Cid's fifth share.
+God's name! his every vassal nobly did he requite,
+Not only the footsoldiers but likewise every knight.
+He who in happy hour was born wrought well his government,
+And all whom he brought with him therewith were well content.
+
+"Harken to me, Minaya, my own right arm art thou.
+Of the wealth, wherewith our army the Creator did endow,
+Take in thine hand whatever thou deemest good to choose.
+To Castile I fain would send thee to carry there the news
+Of our triumph. To Alphonso the King who banished me
+A gift of thirty horses I desire to send with thee.
+Saddled is every charger, each steed is bridled well.
+There hangeth a good war-sword at the pommel of each selle."
+Said Minaya Alvar Fañez: "I will do it with good cheer.
+
+XLI.
+"Of the gold and the fine silver, behold a bootful here.
+Nothing thereto is lacking. Thou shalt pay the money down
+At Saint Mary's Church for masses fifty score in Burgos town;
+To my wife and to my daughters the remainder do thou bear.
+Let them offer day and night for me continually their prayer.
+If I live, exceeding wealthy all of those dames shall be.
+
+XLII.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez, therewith content was he.
+They made a choice of henchmen along with him to ride.
+They fed the steeds. Already came on the eventide.
+Roy Diaz would decide it with his companions leal.
+
+XLIII.
+"Dost thou then go, Minaya, to the great land of Castile
+And unto our well-wishers with a clear heart canst thou say:
+'God granted us his favor, and we conquered in the fray?'
+If returning thou shalt find us here in this place, 'tis well;
+If not, where thou shalt hear of us, go seek us where we dwell.
+For we must gain our daily bread with the lance and with the
+brand,
+Since otherwise we perish here in a barren land.
+And therefore as methinketh, we must get hence away."
+
+XLIV.
+So was it, and Minaya went at the break of day.
+But there behind the Campeador abode with all his band.
+And waste was all the country, an exceeding barren land.
+Each day upon my lord the Cid there in that place they spied,
+The Moors that dwelt on the frontier and outlanders beside.
+Healed was King Fáriz. With him they held a council there,
+The folk that dwelt in Teca and the townsmen of Terrér,
+And the people of Calatayúd, of the three the fairest town.
+In such wise have they valued it and on parchment set it down
+That for silver marks three thousand Alcocér the Cid did sell.
+
+XLV.
+Roy Diaz sold them Alcocér. How excellently well
+He paid his vassals! Horse and foot he made them wealthy then,
+And a poor man you could not find in all his host of men.
+In joy he dwelleth aye who serves a lord of noble heart.
+
+XLVI.
+When my lord the Cid was ready from the Castle to depart,
+The Moors both men and women cried out in bitter woe:
+"Lord Cid art thou departing? Still may our prayers go
+Before thy path, for with thee we are full well content."
+For my lord the great Cid of Bivár, when from Alcocér he went,
+The Moors both men and women made lamentation sore.
+He lifted up the standard, forth marched the Campeador.
+Down the Jalón he hastened, on he went spurring fast.
+He saw birds of happy omen, as from the stream he passed.
+Glad were the townsmen of Terrér that he had marched away,
+And the dwellers in Calatayúd were better pleased than they.
+But in the town of Alcocér 'twas grief to all and one,
+For many a deed of mercy unto them the Cid had done.
+My lord the Cid spurred onward. Forward apace he went;
+'Twas near to the hill Monreál that he let pitch his tent.
+Great is the hill and wondrous and very high likewise.
+Be it known from no quarter doth he need to dread surprise.
+And first he forced Doróca tribute to him to pay,
+And then levied on Molína on the other side that lay,
+Teruél o'er against him to submit he next compelled
+And lastly Celfa de Canál within his power he held.
+
+XLVII.
+May my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz, at all times God's favor feel.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez has departed to Castile.
+To the King thirty horses for a present did he bring.
+And when he had beheld them beautifully smiled the King:
+"Who gave thee these, Minaya, so prosper thee the Lord?"
+"Even the Cid Roy Diaz, who in good hour girded sword.
+Since you banished him, by cunning has he taken Alcocér.
+To the King of Valencia the tidings did they bear.
+He bade that they besiege him; from every water-well
+They cut him off. He sallied forth from the citadel,
+In the open field he fought them, and he beat in that affray
+Two Moorish kings he captured, sire, a very mighty prey.
+Great King, this gift he sends thee. Thine hands and feet also
+He kisses. Show him mercy; such God to thee shall show."
+Said the King:
+"'Tis over early for one banished, without grace
+In his lord's sight, to receive it at the end of three week's
+space.
+But since 'tis Moorish plunder to take it I consent.
+That the Cid has taken such a spoil, I am full well content.
+Beyond all this. Minaya. thine exemption I accord,
+For all thy lands and honors are unto thee restored.
+Go and come! Henceforth my favor I grant to thee once more.
+But to thee I say nothing of the Cid Campeador.
+
+XLVIII.
+"Beyond this, Alvar Fañez, I am fain to tell it thee
+That whosoever in my realm in that desire may be,
+Let them, the brave and gallant, to the Cid betake them straight.
+I free them and exempt them both body and estate."
+Minaya Alvar Fañez has kissed the King's hands twain:
+
+"Great thanks, as to my rightful lord I give thee, King, again.
+This dost thou now, and better yet as at some later hour.
+We shall labor to deserve it, if God will give us power."
+Said the King: "Minaya, peace for that. Take through Castile thy
+way.
+None shall molest. My lord the Cid seek forth without delay."
+
+XLIX.
+Of him I fain would tell you in good hour that girt the blade.
+The hill, where his encampment in that season he had made,
+While the Moorish folk endureth, while there are Christians still,
+Shall they ever name in writing 'My Lord the Cid, his Hill.'
+While he was there great ravage in all the land he made,
+Under tribute the whole valley of the Martin he laid.
+And unto Zaragoza did the tidings of him go,
+Nor pleased the Moors; nay rather they were filled with grievous
+woe.
+For fifteen weeks together my lord Cid there did stay.
+When the good knight saw how greatly Minaya did delay,
+Then forth with all his henchmen on a night march he tried.
+And he left all behind him, and forsook the mountain side,
+Beyond the town of Teruél good don Rodrigo went.
+In the pine grove of Tévar Roy Diaz pitched his tent.
+And all the lands about him he harried in the raid,
+And on Zaragoza city a heavy tribute laid.
+
+When this he had accomplished and three weeks had made an end,
+Out of Castile Minaya unto the Cid did wend.
+Two hundred knights were with him that had belted on the brands.
+Know ye well that there were many foot-soldiers in his bands.
+When the Cid saw Minaya draw near unto his view,
+With his horse at a full gallop to embrace the man he flew.
+He kissed his mouth, his very eyes in that hour kissed the Cid.
+And then all things he told him, for naught from him he hid.
+Then beautifully upon him smiled the good Campeador:
+"God and his righteousness divine be greatly praised therefor.
+While thou shalt live, Minaya, well goeth this my game."
+
+L.
+God! How happy was the army that thus Minaya came,
+For of them they left behind them he brought the tidings in,
+From comrade and from brethren and the foremost of their kin.
+
+LI.
+But God! What a glad aspect the Cid fair-bearded wore
+That duly had Minaya paid for masses fifty score,
+And of his wife and daughters all of the state displayed!
+God! How content was he thereat! What noble cheer he made!
+
+"Ha! Alvar Fañez, many now may thy life-days be.
+What fair despatch thou madest! Thou art worth more than we."
+
+LII.
+And he who in good hour was born tarried in no way then,
+But he took knights two hundred, and all were chosen men;
+And forth when fell the evening a-raiding did they haste.
+At Alcañiz the meadows the Campeador laid waste,
+And gave all places round about to ravage and to sack.
+On the third day to whence he came the Cid again turned back.
+
+LIII.
+Thro' all the country roundabout have the tidings of them flown.
+It grieved the men of Huésca and the people of Monzón.
+Glad were they in Zaragoza since the tribute they had paid,
+For outrage at Roy Diaz's hand no whit were they afraid.
+
+LIV.
+Then back to their encampment they hastened with their prey.
+All men were very merry for a mighty spoil had they.
+The Cid was glad exceeding; Alvar Fañez liked it well.
+But the great Cid smiled, for there at ease he could not bear to
+dwell.
+
+"Ha! All my knights, unto you the truth will I confess:
+Who still in one place tarries, his fortune will grow less.
+Let us tomorrow morning prepare to ride apace,
+Let us march and leave forever our encampment in this place."
+Unto the pass of Alucát the lord Cid got him gone.
+Then to Huésca and to Montalban he hastily marched on.
+And ten full days together on that raid they were to ride.
+The tidings to all quarters went flying far and wide,
+how that the Exile from Castile great harm to them had done.
+
+LV.
+Afar into all quarters did the tidings of him run.
+They brought the message to the Count of Barcelona's hand,
+How that the Cid Roy Diaz was o'errunning all the land.
+He was wroth. For a sore insult the tiding did he take.
+
+LVI.
+The Count was a great braggart and an empty word he spake:
+"Great wrongs he put upon me, he of Bivár, the Cid.
+Within my very palace much shame to me he did:
+He gave no satisfaction though he struck my brother's son;
+And the lands in my keeping now doth he over-run.
+I challenged him not; our pact of peace I did not overthrow;
+But since he seeks it of me, to demand it I will go."
+
+He gathered the his powers that were exceeding strong,
+Great bands of Moors and Christians to his array did throng.
+After the lord Cid of Bivár they went upon their way,
+Three nights and days together upon the march were they.
+At length in Tévar's pine grove the Cid they have o'erta'en.
+So strong were they that captive to take him were they fain.
+
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo bearing great spoil he went.
+From the ridge unto the valley he had finished the descent.
+And in that place they bore him Count don Remónd his word.
+My lord Cid sent unto him when the message he had heard:
+
+"Say to the Count that it were well his anger now should cease.
+No goods of his I carry. Let him leave me in peace."
+
+Thereto the Count gave answer: "Not so the matter ends.
+For what was and is of evil he shall make me full amends.
+The Exile shall know swiftly whom he has sought to slight."
+
+Back hastened the ambassador as swiftly as he might.
+And then my lord Cid of Bivár knew how the matter lay,
+And that without a battle they could not get away.
+
+LVII.
+"Ha! lay aside your booty now, every cavalier,
+And take in hand your weapons, and get on your battle-gear.
+Count don Remónd against us will deliver battle strong;
+Great bands of Moors and Christians he brings with him along.
+He will not for any reason without fighting let us go.
+Here let us have the battle since they pursue us so.
+So get you on your armour and girth the horses tight.
+Down the hill they come in hosen and their saddles are but light,
+And loose their girths. Each man of us has a Galician selle,
+And moreover with the jackboots are our hosen covered well.
+We should beat them though we numbered but fivescore cavaliers.
+Before they reach the level, let us front them with the spears.
+For each you strike three saddles thereby shall empty go.
+Who was the man he hunted, Remónd Berenguél shall know
+This day in Tévar's pine grove, who would take from me my prey."
+
+LVIII.
+When thus the Cid had spoken, were all in good array;
+They had taken up their weapons and each had got to horse.
+They beheld the Frankish army down the hill that held its course.
+And at the end of the descent, close to the level land,
+The Cid who in good hour was born, to charge them gave command.
+And this did his good henchmen perform with all their heart;
+With the pennons and the lances they nobly played their part,
+Smiting at some, and others overthrowing in their might.
+He who was born in happy hour has conquered in the fight.
+There the Count don Remónd he took a prisoner of war,
+And Coláda the war-falchion worth a thousand marks and more.
+
+LIX.
+By the victory there much honor unto his beard he did.
+And then the Count to his own tent was taken by the Cid.
+He bade his squires guard him. From the tent he hastened then.
+From every side together about him came his men.
+The Cid was glad, so mighty were the spoils of that defeat.
+For the lord Cid don Rodrigo they prepared great stock of meat.
+But namely the Count don Remónd, thereby he set no store.
+To him they brought the viands, and placed them him before.
+He would not eat, and at them all he mocked with might and main:
+
+"I will not eat a mouthful for all the wealth in Spain;
+Rather will I lose my body and forsake my soul forby,
+Since beaten in the battle by such tattered louts was I."
+
+LX.
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz you shall hearken what he said:
+"Drink of the wine I prithee, Count, eat also of the bread.
+If this thou dost, no longer shalt thou be a captive then;
+If not, then shalt thou never see Christendom again."
+
+LXI.
+"Do thou eat, don Rodrigo, and prepare to slumber sweet.
+For myself I will let perish, and nothing will I eat."
+And in no way were they able to prevail till the third day,
+Nor make him eat a mouthful while they portioned the great prey.
+
+LXII.
+"Ho! Count, do thou eat somewhat," even so my lord Cid spoke,
+"If thou dost not eat, thou shalt not look again on Christian
+folk;
+If in such guise thou eatest that my will is satisfied,
+Thyself, Count, and, moreover, two noblemen beside
+Will I make free of your persons and set at liberty."
+
+And when the Count had heard it exceeding glad was he.
+"Cid, if thou shalt perform it, this promise thou dost give,
+Thereat I much shall marvel as long as I shall live."
+"Eat then, oh Count; when fairly thy dinner thou hast ta'en
+I will then set at liberty thee and the other twain.
+But what in open battle thou didst lose and I did earn,
+Know that not one poor farthing's worth to thee will I return,
+For I need it for these henchmen who hapless follow me.
+They shall be paid with what I win from others as from thee.
+With the Holy Father's favor we shall live after this wise,
+Like banished men who have not any grace in the King's eyes."
+
+Glad was the Count. For water he asked his hands to lave.
+And that they brought before him, and quickly to him gave.
+The Count of Barcelona began to eat his fill
+With the men the Cid had given him, and God! with what a will!
+He who in happy hour was born unto the Count sate near:
+
+"Ha! Count, if now thou dinest not with excellent good cheer,
+And to my satisfaction, here we shall still delay,
+And we twain in no manner shall go forth hence away."
+Then said the Count: "Right gladly and according to my mind! "
+With his two knights at that season in mighty haste he dined.
+My lord the Cid was well content that all his eating eyed,
+For the Count don Remónd his hands exceeding nimbly plied.
+
+"If thou art pleased, my lord the Cid, in guise to go are we.
+Bid them bring to us our horses; we will mount speedily.
+Since I was first Count, never have I dined with will so glad,
+Nor shall it be forgotten what joy therein I had."
+
+They gave to them three palfreys. Each had a noble selle.
+Good robes of fur they gave them, and mantles fair as well.
+Count don Remónd rode onward with a knight on either side.
+To the camp's end the Castilian along with them did ride.
+
+"Ha! Count, forth thou departest to freedom fair and frank;
+For what thou hast left with me I have thee now to thank.
+If desire to avenge it is present to thy mind,
+Send unto me beforehand when thou comest me to find.
+Either that thou wilt leave thy goods or part of mine wilt seize."
+
+"Ha! my lord Cid, thou art secure, be wholly at thine ease.
+Enough have I paid to thee till all this year be gone.
+As for coming out to find thee, I will not think thereon."
+
+LXIII.
+The Count of Barcelona spurred forth. Good speed he made.
+Turning his head he looked at them, for he was much afraid
+Lest my lord the Cid repent him; the which the gallant Cid
+Would not have done for all the world. Base deed he never did.
+The Count is gone. He of Bivár has turned him back again;
+He began to be right merry, and he mingled with his train.
+Most great and wondrous was the spoil that they had won in war,
+So rich were his companions that they knew not what they bore.
+
+CANTAR II
+
+THE MARRIAGE OF THE CID'S DAUGHTERS
+
+LXIV.
+Here of my lord Cid of Bivár begins anew the Song.
+Within the pass of Alucát my lord Cid made him strong,
+He has left Zaragoza and the lands that near it lie,
+And all the coasts of Montalban and Huésca he passed by,
+And unto the salt ocean he began the way to force.
+In the East the sun arises; thither he turned his course.
+On Jérica and Almenár and Onda he laid hand,
+Round about Bórriana he conquered all the land.
+
+LXV.
+God helped him, the Creator in Heaven that doth dwell
+Beside these Murviédro hath the Cid ta'en as well.
+Then that the Lord was on his side, the Cid beheld it clear.
+In the city of Valencia arose no little fear.
+
+LXVI.
+It irked them in Valencia. It gave them no delight,
+Be it known; that to surround him they planned. They marched by
+night
+They pulled up at Murviédro to camp as morning broke.
+My lord the Cid beheld it and wondering much he spoke:
+"Father in Heaven, mighty thanks must I now proffer Thee.
+In their lands we dwell and do them every sort of injury;
+And we have drunk their liquor, of their bread our meal we make.
+If they come forth to surround us, justly they undertake.
+Without a fight this matter will in no way be a-paid.
+Let messengers go seek them who now should bear us aid;
+Let them go to them in Jérica and Alucát that are
+And thence to Onda. Likewise let them go to Almenár.
+Let the men of Bórriana hither at once come in.
+In this place a pitched battle we shall certainly begin.
+I trust much will be added to our gain in this essay."
+
+They all were come together in his host on the third day.
+And he who in good hour was born 'gan speak his meaning clear:
+
+"So may the Creator aid us, my gallants hark and hear.
+Since we have left fair Christendom--We did not as we would;
+We could no other--God be praised our fortune has been good.
+The Valencians besiege us. If here we would remain,
+They must learn of us a lesson excelling in its pain.
+
+LXVII.
+"Let the night pass and morning come. Look that ye ready be
+With arms and horses. We will forth that host of theirs to see.'.
+Like men gone out in exile into a strange empire,
+There shall it be determined who is worthy of his hire."
+
+VIII.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez, hark what he said thereto:
+"Ho! Campeador, thy pleasure in all things may we do.
+Give me of knights an hundred, I ask not one other man.
+And do thou with the others smite on them in the van
+While my hundred storm their rearward, upon them thou shalt
+thrust--
+Ne'er doubt it. We shall triumph as in God is all my trust."
+Whatsoever he had spoken filled the Cid with right good cheer
+
+And now was come the morning, and they donned their battle gear.
+What was his task of battle every man of them did know.
+At the bleak of day against them forth did the lord Cid go.
+"In God's name and Saint James', my knights, strike hard into the
+war,
+And manful. The lord Cid am I, Roy Diaz of Bivár!"
+
+You might see a many tent-ropes everywhither broken lie,
+And pegs wrenched up; the tent-posts on all sides leaned awry.
+The Moors were very many. To recover they were fain,
+But now did Alvar Fañez on their rearward fall amain.
+Though bitterly it grieved them, they had to fly and yield.
+Who could put trust in horsehoofs, and forthwith fled the field.
+Two kings of the Moriscos there in the rout they slew;
+And even to Valencia the chase did they pursue.
+And mighty is the booty my lord the Cid had ta 'en.
+They ravaged all the country and then turned back again.
+They brought to Murviédro the booty of the foes.
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that arose.
+Cebólla have they taken and all the lands anear.
+In Valencia they knew not what to do for very fear.
+Of my lord Cid the great tidings, be it known, on all sides
+spread.
+
+LXIX.
+His renown afar is spreading. Beyond the sea it sped.
+Glad were the companies the Cid a glad man was he
+That God had given him succor and gained that victory.
+And they sent forth their harriers. By night they marched away,
+They reached unto Culléra, and to Játiva came they.
+And ever downward even to Dénia town they bore.
+And all the Moorish country by the sea he wasted sore.
+Peñacadéll, outgoing and entrance, have they ta'en.
+
+LXX.
+When the Cid took Peñacadéll, it was great grief and pain
+To them who in Culléra and in Játiva did dwell,
+And sorrow without measure in Valencia befell.
+
+LXXI.
+Three years those towns to conquer in the Moorish land he bode,
+Winning much; by day he rested, and at night was on the road.
+
+LXXll.
+On the dwellers in Valencia they wrought chastisement sore,
+From the town they dared not sally against him to make war.
+He harried all their gardens and a mighty ruin made;
+And all those years their harvest in utter waste he laid.
+Loud lamented the Valencians, for sore bested they were,
+Nor could find in any quarter any sort of provender;
+Nor could the father aid the son, nor the son aid the sire,
+Nor comrade comfort comrade. Gentles, 'tis hardship dire
+To lack for bread, and see our wives and children waste away.
+They saw their own affliction and no hope of help had they.
+
+To the King of Morocco had they sent the tidings on.
+'Gainst the lord of Montes Claros on a great war was he gone.
+He counselled not. He came not to aid them in the war.
+
+My lord the Cid had heard it. His heart was glad therefor;
+And forth from Murviédro he marched away by night.
+He was in the fields of Monreál at the breaking of the light.
+Through Aragon the tidings he published, and Navarre,
+And through the Marches of Castile he spread the news afar:
+Who poverty would put away and riches would attain,
+Let him seek the Cid, whoever of a soldier's life is fain.
+Valencia to beleaguer he desireth to go down,
+That he may unto the Christians deliver up the town
+
+LXXIII.
+"Valencia to beleaguer, who fain would march with me
+Let none come hither to me, if his choice be not free.
+Is nought that may compel him along with me to fare--
+Canál de Celfa for three days I will tarry for him there."
+
+LXXIV.
+So my lord Cid hath spoken, the loyal Campeador.
+He turned back to Murviedo that he had ta'en in war.
+Be it known into all quarters went the word forth. None were fain
+To delay who smelt the plunder. Crowds thronged to him amain,
+Good christened folk, and ringing went his tidings far and wide;
+And more men came unto him than departed from his side.
+He of Bivár, my lord the Cid, great growth of riches had.
+When he saw the bands assembled, he began to be right glad.
+My lord Cid, don Rodrigo, for nothing would delay.
+He marched against Valencia and smote on it straightway.
+Well did the Cid surround it; till the leaguer closed about.
+He thwarted their incomings, he checked their goings out.
+To seek for alien succor he gave them time of grace;
+And nine full months together he sat down before the place,
+And when thc tenth was coming, to yield it were they fain.
+
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that did reign,
+When the lord Cid took Valencia and within the town had won.
+All of his men were cavaliers that erst afoot had gone.
+Who the worth of gold and silver for your pleasure could declare?
+They all were rich together as many as were there.
+For himself the Cid Rodrigo took the fifth part of all,
+And coined marks thirty thousand unto his share did fall.
+Who could tell the other treasure? Great joy the Cid befell
+And his men, when the flag-royal tossed o'er the citadel.
+
+LXXV.
+The Cid and his companions they rested in the place
+Unto the King of Seville the tiding came apace:
+Ta'en is Valencia city; for him 'tis held no more.
+
+With thirty thousand armed men he came to look them o'er.
+Nigh to the plain a battle they pitched both stiff and strong.
+But the lord Cid long-bearded hath overthrown that throng.
+And even unto Játiva in a long rout they poured.
+You might have seen all bedlam on the Jucar by the ford,
+For there the Moors drank water but sore against their will.
+With bet thee strokes upon him 'scaped the Sovereign of Seville.
+And then with all that booty the Cid came home again.
+Great was Valencia's plunder what time the town was ta'en,
+But that the spoils of that affray were greater yet, know well.
+An hundred marks of silver to each common soldier fell.
+How had shed that noble's fortune now lightly may you guess.
+
+LXXVI.
+There was among those Christians excelling happiness
+For my lord Roy Diaz that was born in a season of good grace.
+And now his beard was growing; longer it grew apace.
+For this the Cid had spoken, this from his mouth said he,
+"By my love for King Alphonso the king who banished me,"
+That the shears should not shear it, nor a single hair dispart,
+That so the Moors and Christians might ponder it at heart.
+
+And resting in Valencia did the lord Cid abide,
+With Minaya Alvar Fañez who would not leave his side.
+They who went forth to exile of riches had good store.
+To all men in Valencia, the gallant Campeador
+Gave houses and possessions whereof they were right glad.
+All men of the Cid's bounty good testimony had.
+And of them that had come later well content was every one.
+My lord Cid saw it plainly that they fain would get them gone,
+With the goods that they had taken, if unhindered they might go.
+The lord Cid gave his order (Minaya counselled so)
+That if any man that with him in richer case did stand
+Should take his leave in secret and fail to kiss his hand,
+If they might overtake him and catch him as he fled,
+They would seize his goods and bring him unto the gallows-head.
+Lo! was it well looked after. Counsel he took again
+With Minaya Alvar Fañez "An it be that thou art fain,
+Gladly would I know, Minaya, what may the number be
+Of my henchmen, as at present, that have gained aught by me.
+I shall set it down in writing. Let them well the number scan,
+Lest one depart in secret and I should miss the man.
+To me and my companions his goods shall be restored,
+All they who guard Valencia and keep the outer ward.
+
+"The measure is well counselled," said Minaya therewithal.
+
+LXXVII.
+He bade them meet together at the palace, in the hall.
+When he found them met together he had them numbered o'er.
+Bivár's great Cid had with him thousands three, and thirty score.
+His heart was glad within him, and a smile was on his face.
+"Thanks be to God, Minaya, and to Mary Mother's grace.
+Out from Bivár the city we led a lesser power.
+Wealth have we, and shall have greater as at some later hour.
+
+"Minaya, if it please thee, if it seemeth good to thee,
+To Castile I fain would send thee, where our possessions be,
+Unto the King Alphonso that is my lord by right.
+Out of the mighty plunder we won here in the fight
+I would give him five score horses, the which to him now take;
+kiss thou his hand and earnestly plead with him for the sake
+Of my wife Xiména and the twain, maids of my blood that be,
+If yet it be his pleasure that they be brought to me.
+
+I will send for them. But be it known how this my message runs:
+The lady of my lord the Cid and her maids, my little ones,
+Men shall seek for in such fashion that
+They shall come to the strange country we have conquered by our
+might."
+
+To him Minaya answered: "Yea and with right good heart."
+After they thus had spoken they got ready to depart.
+The Cid to Alvar Fañez an hundred men decreed
+To do his will, and serve him on the journey at his need.
+And he bade give to San Pedro marks of silver fifty score,
+And beside to Abbot Sancho a full five hundred morn
+
+LXXVIII.
+Of these things while they were joyous, came thither from the
+East,
+A clerk, the Bishop don Jerome, so all men called that priest.
+Excelling was his knowledge, and prudent was his rede,
+'Twas a mighty man of valor afoot or on the steed.
+Of the Cid's deeds the tidings he was seeking to procure,
+And he yearned sore, ever sighing for battle with the Moor.
+If his fill of fight and wounding with his hands he e'er should
+get,
+Therefore a Christian never need have reason for regret.
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, he was well pleased thereby:
+
+"Hark, Minaya Alvar Fañez, by him who is on high,
+When the Lord God would aid us, let us give Him thanks again. .
+Round Valencia a bishopric to stablish I am fain,
+And I will further give it unto this Christian leal.
+Thou shalt bear with thee good tidings when thou goest to
+Castile."
+
+LXXIX.
+Of that saying Alvar Fañez was glad when the Cid spake.
+Don Jerome his ordination there and then they undertake.
+In Valencia great riches have they given to his hand.
+God! how merry was all Christendom that now within the land
+Of Valencia a bishop of reverend grace had they!
+Glad therefore was Minaya and took leave and went his way.
+
+LXXX.
+And now is all Valencia in peaceable estate.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez to Castile departed straight;
+His halts I will pass over, nor renew them to the mind.
+But he sought out Alphonso where the King was to find.
+The King to Sahagun had gone before some little space,
+But was come back to Carrión; he might find him in that place.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez was glad when this was known.
+With his presents he departed forthwith to Carrión.
+
+LXXXI.
+Now whn the mass was over, thence did Alfonso rise,
+And Minaya Alvar Fañez came there in noble guise..
+In the presence of the people he kneeled upon his knee
+He fell at don Alphonso's foot, and bitter tears shed he.
+He kissed his hands; unto the King most lovely words he spake:
+
+LXXII.
+"A boon my lord Alfonso for the Creator's sake!
+My lord Cid of the battles has kissed thy hands ere now,
+Thy hands and thy feet likewise, for his noble lord art thou,
+If thou favorest him, God's favor come upon thee from above.
+Thou didst send him into exile and bearest him no love,
+Though in strange lands he thriveth. Jérica he won in war
+And Onda, so they call it; so also Almenár,
+And likewise Murviédro (for a greater town 'tis known),
+And he has ta'en Cebólla and further Castejón
+And he has stormed Peñacadéll that is a place of power.
+He is master of Valencia and these places at this hour.
+With his own hand the great Campeador a bishop hath ordained.
+He has forced five pitched battles and in each three victory
+gained.
+The gift of the Creator was a very mighty prey,
+Do thou behold the tokens of the truth of that I say:
+Here be an hundred horses that in strength and speed excel;
+With bridle and with saddle each one is furnished well.
+He kissed thy hands and begged thee thine acceptance to accord.
+He declares himself thy vassal, and owns thee for his lord."
+
+The King has lifted his right hand and crossed himself thereon:
+"With what a wondrous booty the Campeador has won
+I am well pleased in spirit. Saint Isidore to speed!
+I am glad the Campeador does now so many a fair deed.
+I accept the gift of horses that the Cid to me has sent"
+
+Though the King thereby was gladdened, was Ordoñez not content;
+
+"Meseems that in the Moorish land is no man any more,
+Since so his will upon them works the Cid Campeador."
+
+To the Count the King gave answer: "So speak not of him now!
+In faith he doth me service of a better sort than thou."
+
+And then outspoke Minaya, like a nobleman spoke he:
+"The Cid, if it shall please thee, desires a boon of thee,
+For his wife Dame Xiména and his daughters two beside,
+That they may leave the convent where he left them to abide,
+And may hasten to Valencia to the noble Campeador."
+Then said the King in answer: "My heart is glad therefor.
+That they be given escort I will issue the command,
+So that they may be protected as they travel through my land
+From insult and dishonor and whatever harm may be.
+And when these ladies shall have reached my kingdom's boundary,
+Have a care how thou shalt serve them, thou and the Campeador.
+Now hark to me, my vassals, and my courtiers furthermore:
+I like not that to Roy Diaz any losses shall befall,
+And therefore to his vassals, the Cid their lord that call,
+I restore that which I seized on, their possession and their fee.
+Let them keep their lands, no matter where the Campeador may be
+From harm and hurt the safety of their persons I accord.
+This I do that they may lightly render service to their lord."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez kissed the King's hand straightway.
+And the King smiled upon him and a fair word did he say:
+''Who'er to serve the Campeador desireh now to ride,
+As for me, he has permission, and God's grace with him abide.
+More than by further hatred by this measure shall we gain."
+
+Counsel straightway together held the Heirs of Carrión twain.
+"The fame of the Cid Campeador grows great on every side,
+An we might wed his daughters, would our needs be satisfied.
+Scarce we dare frame this project e'en to ourselves alone;
+The Cid is of Bivár, and we are Counts of Carrión."
+
+They hatched that plot between them, to none they told the thing.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez took leave of the good King:.
+"Ha! goest thou, Minaya? The Creator give thee grace.
+Take an herald. As I deem it he may help thee in this case.
+If thou take the ladies, serve them even as they desire.
+Even unto Medína grant them all that they require.
+The Campeador shall take them in his charge thenceforward on."
+After leave ta'en Minaya from the court he got him gone.
+
+LXXXIII.
+And so the Heirs of Carrión did each with each consent.
+With Minaya Alvar Fañez in company they went:
+"In all things thou excellest; likewise in this excel:
+Greet now my lord Cid of Bivár for us exceeding well,
+To the utmost of our effort his partisans are we.
+The Cid, an he will love us, shall get no injury."
+Said Minaya: "In that proffer naught displeasing I discern."
+
+Gone is Minaya. Home again did the two counts return.
+He hastens to San Pedro where the three ladies are.
+Very great was the rejoicing when they saw him from afar.
+To offer prayer Minaya to San Pedro did descend.
+He turned back unto the ladies when the prayer was at an end.
+"I greet thee, Dame Xiména. God thee prosper and maintain,
+And so likewise thy daughters, the noble children twain.
+In the city where he dwelleth the lord Cid greets thee fair.
+Good health has he and riches that are beyond compare.
+The King for a gift to him your freedom gave to me,
+To take you to Valencia our land of lawful fee.
+If the Cid might behold you well and unharmed again,
+He would be all rejoicing, but scant would be his pain."
+"May the Creator so decide," the Dame Xiména said.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez sent three horsemen on ahead,
+To the Cid within Valencia the men did he commend:
+"Announce unto the Campeador, whom the Lord God defend,
+That the King his wife and daughters has released unto my hands,
+And has ordered escort for us as we travel through his lands.
+Fifteen days from this time forwar, if God keep us in his care,
+With his wife and with his daughters I will come unto him there,
+With the noble ladies also their servitors that be."
+The riders are gone forward, to the matter they will see.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez in San Pedro did abide.
+There might you see the household swarming in from every side;
+Unto my lord Cid of Bivár in Valencia would they go.
+They besought Alvar Fañez that he would them favor so.
+To them replied Minaya. "That will I gladly do."
+And five and sixty horsemen have swelled his retinue,
+And he had brought an hundred thither in his command.
+To accompany the ladies, they arrayed a noble band.
+
+Minaya marks five hundred to the Abbot then gave o'er.
+I will tell how he expended other five and twenty score.
+Xiména the good lady and likewise her daughters twain,
+And they that served before her, the women of her train,
+To deck out all those ladies good Minaya did prepare
+With the best array in Burgos, that he might discover there,
+And the mules and palfreys likewise that they might be fair to
+see.
+When he had decked the ladies in this manner beautifully,
+Got ready good Minaya to ride upon his way.
+Lo now! Raquél and Vidas. Down at his feet fell they:
+"A boon! true knight, Minaya! If the Cid stand not our aid,
+He has ruined us. If only the amount to us were paid
+We would forego the usury!" "So will I tell the Cid,
+If God bring me there. High favor shall there be for what ye did.
+Answered Raquél and Vidas: "The Creator send it so.
+If not, we will leave Burgos in search of him to go."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez to San Pedro got him gone.
+Many people came around him as he started to ride on.
+At parting from the Abbot great grief of heart was there:
+"Minaya Alvar Fañez, God keep thee in his care.
+The hands of the good Campeador, I prithee kiss for me
+That he may keep the convent still in his memory,
+And always may endeavor to make it prosper more,
+So shall increase the honor of the Cid Campeador."
+"Right gladly will I do it," Minaya straight replied.
+Their leave then have they taken and fettled them to ride,
+And with them went the herald on their need that was to wait.
+Through the King's realm an escort they gave them very great.
+From San Pedro to Medína in five days time they passed.
+Lo, the dames and Alvar Fañez to Medína came at last!
+
+I will tell you of the horsemen that brought those tidings
+through.
+When my lord the good Cid of Bivár thereof the import knew,
+He was glad at heart and merry. His voice he lifted straight:
+"Who sends a noble messenger, should like return await.
+Munio Gustióz, Per Vermudóz, the first of all are you,
+And Martin Antolínez from Burgos, tried and true,
+And Jerome the bishop also, a worthy clerk is he,
+With a hundred ride you ready to fight if need shall be.
+Through Saint Mary's to Molína further onward shall ye wend;
+Avelgalvon there holds sway my vassal and my friend.
+With another hundred horsemen he will watch you on your way.
+Ride forth unto Medína with all the speed ye may,
+With Minaya Alvar Fañez my wife and daughters there
+Haply ye shall discover as the messengers declare.
+Bring them hither to me nobly. In Valencia I will bide,
+That cost me dear. Unguarded 'twere madness undenied
+To leave it. 'Tis my portion. There will I stay therefore."
+
+They fettled them for riding, when all his words were o'er;
+With utmost speed they hastened, their march they would not stay.
+They have passed by Saint Mary 's. At Froncháles rested they.
+Next day into Molína, their halting-place, they spurred.
+When those tidings the Morisco Avengalvón had heard,
+To welcome them with joyance unto them did he descend:
+"Are you then come the vassals of my heart's dearest friend?
+Be it known it grieves me little. Therein my joy is great."
+
+And Muño Gustióz answered, for no man would he wait:
+"My lord Cid sends thee greeting, as also his command
+That with an hundred horsemen thou shalt serve him out of hand.
+In the city of Medína lie his wife and danghters twain.
+Thou wilt go for them straightway and bring them here again,
+Even unto Valencia thou shalt not from them part."
+Avengalvón gave answer: "I will do it with glad heart."
+That night he chose them escort, a mighty band were they.
+In the morning they got ready anew to take the way.
+They asked for but an hundred; ten score had he forby.
+They passed across the mountains that we re so steep and high,
+And through the thicket of Toránz, so strong they had no dread.
+And along through Arbujuélo adown the vale they sped.
+
+Now round about Medína they watched on every side,
+Minaya Alvar Fañez that armed train descried.
+He was afraid and sent two knights the meaning to make plain.
+They delayed not, to discover his desire their hearts were fain.
+One stayed, to Alvar Fañez the other came once more:
+"A company to seek us comes from the Campeador.
+Per Vermudóz, lo, foremost among those ranks is he,
+And likewise Muño Gustióz that frankly loveth thee,
+And Martin Antolínez that was born in Burgos town,
+And don Jerome the Bishop of honorable renown.
+Avellgalvon the Castellan bringeth his host with these,
+In eagerness the honor of my lord Cid to increase.
+They march along together. They will be here anon."
+Said Minaya: "Forth now let us ride." And swiftly was it done,
+They would not stay. An hundred most splendidly arrayed
+Sallied forth on noble horses with trappings of brocade.
+Bells hung upon the martingales, the knights their bucklers bore
+At the neck, and carried lances whence flew the flags of war
+That Alvar Fañez' wisdom to all they might reveal,
+And in what guise with those ladies he had issued from Castile.
+All they that reconnoitering before the army ran
+Now lifted up their weapons, and to make good cheer began.
+Great mirth was there when all the rest to the Jalón drew nigh.
+When they came unto Minaya they did him homage high.
+And when Avengalvón was come, and might Minaya see,
+Then forward to embrace him with smiling lips came he.
+On the shoulder he saluted him, for such was still his way:
+"O Minaya Alvar Fañez! For thee what glorious day!
+Thou bringest here these ladies, whence we shall have great good,
+The fighting Cid his consort, and the daughters of his blood.
+We all shall do thee honor for his fortune groweth great.
+Though we wished him ill, we cannot diminish his estate;
+He will have alway our succor either in peace or war.
+The man who will not know the truth, he is a dolt therefor."
+
+LXXXIV.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez, on his lips a smile broke out:
+"Ha now! Ha now! Avengalvón. Thou art his friend no doubt.
+If God shall bring me to the Cid and him alive I see,
+The things that thou has done for us shall greatly profit thee.
+Let us to our lodging, supper they have made ready there."
+Avengalvón gave answer: "'Tis a courtesy most fair;
+Double will I repay it ere the third morning fall."
+To the town they came. Minaya provided for them all.
+The escort that came with them, they were gladdened when they saw.
+Minaya the King's herald commanded to withdraw.
+The lord Cid in Valencia was greatly honored then,
+When they gave such entertainment in Medína to his men.
+The King paid for all. Minaya therefor had naught to pay.
+
+At length the night was over, and came the break of day.
+And mass they heard, and after away they rode at last.
+They hastened from Medína, o'er the Jalón they pased.
+And down the Arbujuélo, spurring apace they ride.
+In haste the meadows of Toránz they cross from side to side,
+They came unto Molína where Avengalvón was lord.
+Bishop Jerome, a Christian worthy of his deed and word,
+Escorted the three ladies whether by day or night,
+And he led a good charger with his armor on his right.
+And he and Alvar Fañez rode aye together thus.
+They have entered in Molína the rich and glorious,
+And loyally Avengalvón the Moor has served them there.
+Unto the height of their desire, nothing they lacked whatever:
+He even bade men strike for them the horseshoe from the steed.
+Minaya and the ladies, God! he honored them indeed
+They got them upon horseback when the next morning fell.
+Unto Valencia loyally he served them all and well.
+
+The Moor spent of his own estate, for naught from them took he.
+With such honorable matters and mirth and revelry
+They came nigh unto Valencia, that three leagues off doth stand.
+To my lord Cid who in good hour had girded on the brand,
+In the city of Valencia the news thereof they bore.
+
+LXXXV.
+Nothing had ever gladdened him so much as this or more,
+For now there came good news of them for whom great love he had.
+Straightway two hundred horsemen to go forth to them he bade,
+To the good dames and Minaya fair reception to afford.
+But he tarried in Valencia to watch it and to ward,
+For he knew that Alvar Fañez with all due care would come.
+
+LXXXVI.
+And lo! now the two hundred welcomed Minaya home.
+And the ladies and the daughters and all within the band.
+The Cid to them within his train had issued his command
+To ward full well the citadel, and the towers that were so high,
+And the gates that none might enter and none depart thereby.
+And he bade bring Baviéca that a little time before
+From the King of Seville he had taken, when he routed him in war.
+The Cid that in good season girt the brand on, of that steed
+Knew not if he were swift to run or to stop short at need.
+At the gateway of Valencia where none might work him woe,
+Unto his wife and daughters he desired his gear to show.
+
+When the ladies with great honor the host had welcomed home,
+Then first into the city came the Bishop don Jerome.
+He left his horse; to chapel straightway the Bishop wet.
+With all men that he could gather who were of like intent
+And surplice-clad, with crosses of silver, once again
+They greeted good Minaya and the ladies of the train.
+He who was born in happy time tarried but little there.
+He has put on his surcoat. His beard was long and fair.
+On Baviéca saddle and caparisons they threw.
+The Cid took wooden weapons; forth on the steed he flew.
+Leaped the steed Baviéca. With a great rush did he run.
+'Twas rare to see. And when he ceased they marvelled all and one.
+From that day Baviéca in all Spain had renown.
+When that career was ended, from the steed the Cid got down,
+And hastened forth his lady and daughters twain to greet.
+When Dame Xiména saw him she cast her at his feet:
+"Brand thou girdest in good season. Thy favour, Campeador!
+Thou hast brought me forth from insults that were exceeding sore.
+Look on me, lord! Look also on my daughters as on me.
+By Glod's help and thine they are noble, and gently reared they
+be.
+
+And the Cid straightway embraced them, mother and daughters twain.
+Such joy they had that from their eyes the tears began to rain.
+His men rejoiced. The quintains, they pierced them with the spear.
+He who girt sword in a good time, hark what he said and hear.
+
+"Oh thou my Dame Xiména, beloved and honored wife,
+And ye two both my daughters that are my heart and life,
+To the city of Valencia now do yet enter in,
+The fair estate that for you it was my lot to win."
+
+His hands they have kissed straightway, the daughters and their
+dame.
+So with exceeding honor to Valencia they came.
+
+LXXXVII.
+With them the lord Cid hastened to the citadel apace,
+He has ta 'en the ladies straightway up to the highest place.
+And forth in all directions they turn their lovely eyes,
+And they behold Valencia and how the city lies,
+And in another quarter they might perceive the sea.
+They look on fertile meadows close sown and great that be,
+And on all things whatever that were of fair estate
+God they praised with hands uplifted for that good prize and
+great.
+
+My lord Cid and his followers thereof were glad and fain.
+And now was winter over, for March would come again.
+And of the countries oversea 'tis my desire to tell,
+Even of the King Yússuf in Morocco that did dwell.
+
+LXXVIII.
+The King's heart of Morocco 'gainst the Cid was full of rage.
+"By force the man hath entered into my heritage,
+And giveth thanks to no one save Jesus Christ therefor."
+
+And the King of Morocco gathered his hosts of war.
+With fifty times a thousand under arms, good men and stark,
+They put to sea. In galleons that army did embark
+To seek the Cid Rodrigo in Valencia they went,
+The ships came in; and straightway issued forth that armament.
+
+LXXXIX.
+To Valencia that the Cid had ta'en, 'twas thither they did fare.
+The unbelievers haltccl and pitched pavilions there.
+With tidings of the chances to my lord the Cid they came.
+
+XC.
+"Now thanks to the Creator and the Holy Father's name.
+All the goods in my possession, I have them here with me.
+Hardly I took Valencia, but I hold it for my fee;
+This side death, I cannot yield it. Glory to God again
+And to Holy Mary Mother that my wife and daughters twain
+Are here with me. From oversea cometh now my delight.
+Never will I forego it, I will take the arms of fight.
+My lady and my daughters shall see me lift the brand,
+They shall see how men build houses here in a foreign land,
+And how a livelihood is won their eyes shall see it well."
+
+He took his wife and daughters up to the citadel.
+They raised their eyes and men they saw pitching tents everywhere.
+"Cid, what is this? So may the Lord still keep thee in His care."
+"Ha, wife, much honored! Therefor prithee be not troubled thus.
+'Tis wealth most great and wondrous that they gather here for us.
+Scarce art thou come, when presents they would give thee in that
+hour.
+Thy daughters wait for marriage 'tis these that bring the dower."
+"Unto thee, Cid, and unto God do I give thanks again"
+"My lady in the palace in the citadel remain.
+When thou seest me in battle, fear not at all for me.
+By Saint Mary Mother's mercy, by God His charity,
+That thou art here before me, my heart grows great within.
+With God His help, this battle I certainly shall win."
+
+XCI.
+Now pitched are the pavilions. Apace the morning comes.
+And furiously the heathen beat loud upon the drums.
+"'Tis a great day," with a glad heart so now the lord Cid spake.
+But his lady was sore frighted, her heart was like to break;
+The ladies and his daughters were likewise all forlorn.
+Never had they heard such a din since the day when they were born.
+
+Therewith the great Cid Campeador with his hand he plucked his
+beard.
+"This shall all be to your vantage. Therefore be not afeard.
+Ere fifteen days are over, if so God's will it be,
+We shall take those drums and show them you. What they are then
+shall you see.
+And then unto the Bishop don Jerome they shall be given;
+They will hang them in Saint Mary's, Mother of the Lord in
+Heaven."
+
+It was a vow most solemn that my lord the Cid had made.
+Now merry were the ladies and not so much afraid.
+Those Moors out of Morocco in mighty haste they sped,
+And on into the gardens they entered without dread.
+
+XCII.
+That thing beheld the outpost. He let the tocsin sound.
+Of the Cid Roy Diaz ready were the companies around.
+They sallied from the city with their arms appointed well.
+When they came on the Moriscos upon them swift they fell.
+They drove them from the gardens in exceeding sorry plight;
+Of the Moors a full five hundred they slaughtered in that fight.
+
+XCIII.
+Even to the pavilions the pursuers would not slack;
+They had done much and nobly when they thought of turning back.
+There Alvar Salvadórez a prisoner did remain.
+Then those that ate his bread returned to the lord Cid again.
+With his own eyes he beheld it, to his face they spake thereon;
+My lord the Cid was gladdened of the deeds that they had done.
+"My knights we cannot other. Then harken unto me:
+'Tis a noble day, yet nobler will tomorrow's battle be.
+Arm you ere dawn. The Bishop don Jerome our souls will shrive,
+Saying mass for us ere at them we are ready to let drive.
+It shall be in no other fashion, we will go smite the foe,
+In God's name and his Apostle's the good Saint James also.
+For better fight than let them in the land devour our bread."
+"With a good will and gladly," in reply to him they said
+
+And then outspake Minaya, for nothing tarried he:
+"Since thou wishest this, give orders of another sort to me.
+For the sore need of battle grant me six score horse and ten;
+From the far flank, when thou charges will I fall on them then.
+On one side or the other the Lord will stand our stead."
+"With right good will," unto him answered the Cid and said.
+
+XCIV.
+And now broke forth the morning, and now drew back the night.
+Those bands of Christ delayed not to get ready for the fight.
+At the middle cocks ere morning, mass for them Jerome did chant,
+And mass said, absolution in full to them did grant:
+
+"Who face to face shall perish this day the fight within,
+May Christ receive his spirit, on my soul I take his sin.
+Cid, don Rodrigo, in good hour thou girdedst brand; to thee
+I sang the mass this morning. Grant then my boon to me:
+Give me to strike the foremost the first stroke of the war."
+"The thing to thee is granted," answered the Campeador.
+
+XCV.
+Out through the Quarter Towers full armed away they went.
+The lord Cid and his henchmen did counsel and consent.
+Levies they left behind them, the gates to watch and keep.
+On the steed Baviéca sprang the lord Cid with a leap.
+Fair trappings and caparisons girded that steed about.
+With the standard from Valencia forthwith they sallied out.
+Were with the Cid four thousand less but a score and ten,
+They came gladly to a battle against fifty thousand men.
+Alvar Alvarez and Minaya on the other side did smite.
+It seemed good to the Creator, and they threw them into flight.
+With the lance the Cid did battle, hand he set to sword as well.
+So many Moors he slaughtered that their numbers none might tell.
+Down from his elbow streaming the blood of battle came.
+Even against King Yússuf three buffets did he aim.
+He 'scaped from underneath the sword for his steed could run
+apace,
+And bore him to Culléra, an exceeding mighty place.
+Even so far he of Bivár pursued them as they fled,
+With a host of gallant vassals in his company that sped.
+He who in happy hour was born from that pursuit turned back;
+He was gladdened of the booty they had taken inthe attack.
+Good to him seemed Baviéca from head to tail that day.
+In his hands remained the booty of that battle for a prey.
+Of the twoscore and ten thousand, when they were counted o'er,
+There 'scaped out of that battle but an hundred men and four.
+My lord the Cid his henchmen have sacked the field around;
+Of the gold and of the silver three thousand marks they found,
+And of the other booty was no measure to be had.
+My lord Cid and his vassals were all exceeding glad,
+For in winning of the battle God's grace to them was shown,
+When the king of Morocco in this guise was overthrown.
+The Cid left Alvar Fañez to count the spoil and slain.
+With fivescore horse he entered Valencia once again.
+Helmless he rode. Upon his brow the coif was disarrayed.
+Through the town on Baviéca he galloped, hand on blade.
+And the ladies gave him welcome, on his coming that did wait.
+My lord Cid stopped before them, reining in the charger great:
+"Ladies, I bow before you. Groweth apace my fame.
+While you have held Valencia in the field I overcame.
+This was our God's desire and all his Saints likewise,
+Since at your coming hither He gave us such a prize.
+Look on the bloody sword-blade and the steed with sweat a-foam.
+With such are the Moriscos in the battle overcome.
+Pray now to God that I may yet live some few years from this;
+You shall enter to great honor and men your hands shall kiss."
+
+So he spake as he dismounted. When on the ground stood he
+When the dames and his daughters and his wife of high degree
+Saw him get off, they kneeled them down before the Campeador:
+"Thy will be done, and mayst thou live through many a long year
+more."
+
+The Cid unto the palace returning then they brought;
+They rested them on benches most exquisitely wrought:
+"Ha! Dame Xiména, wife of mine, didst thou beg this of me?
+These dames thou hast brought hither so well that wait on thee,
+In marriage to my vassals I am fain to give them o'er,
+And unto every lady for her dower marks ten score.
+Men shall know of their good service, in the kingdom of Castile.
+With my maids' affairs hereafter at our leisure we shall deal."
+All there rose up together, and kissed his fingers straight,
+The rejoicing in the palace it was exceeding great.
+As my lord Cid commanded so they brought the thing about.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez tarried on the field without,
+With his men to write and reckon. Arms, tents and rich array
+In great store they discovered. It was a sovran prey.
+The richest of the treasure I am fain now to recite:
+The tale of all the horses they could not take aright;
+They wandered all caparisoned. Was none to take a steed.
+The Moors out of their provinces had gathered wealth indeed.
+Though this were so, were given to the gallant Campeador
+Of the best of all the horses for his share fifty score.
+When the Cid had so many the rest content might bide.
+What store of rich pavilions and carven poles beside
+To the lord Cid and his vassals by the chance of war did fall,
+And the King's tent of Morocco was the richest of them all,
+All gold wrought are the tent-poles that pavilion that sustain.
+My lord Cid the great Campeador did at that time ordain
+That it stand pitched; to move it let not a Christian dare.
+"Since hither from Morocco is come a tent so fair,
+To Alfonso the Castilian I am fain to send it now;
+That the Cid hath captured somewhat then lightly will be trow."
+
+Laden with mighty riches to Valencia came they home.
+That very noble cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,
+When a surfeit of the fighting he had had of his hands twain,
+Was at a loss to number the Moors that he had slain.
+What fell to him of booty was sovran great of worth.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo (in a good time was his birth,)
+Of all his fifth share of the spoil has sent him the tenth part.
+
+XCVI.
+The Christians in Valencia were all right glad of heart,
+For now excelling riches, horses and arms they had.
+Xiména and her daughters all three were passing glad,
+And the other dames; as wedded upon themselves looked they.
+And my lord Cid the noble in no wise would delay.
+"Where art thou brave Minaya? Come hither to me now.
+For thy great share of booty, no gratitude hast thou?
+Of this my fifth of all the prey, I tell thee clear and plain,
+Take unto thy good pleasure, but let the rest remain.
+And tomorrow in the morning thou shalt certainly ride out
+With the horses of my portion that I captured in the rout,
+With the saddles and the bridles and the swords that them behove,
+For the sake of my lady and for my daughters love.
+Since Alfonso sent the ladies whither they were content,
+These same two hundred horses to him thou shalt present,
+That of him who rules Valencia the King no ill may say."
+
+He bade go with Minaya Per Vermudóz straightway.
+The next day in the morning they departed with all speed,
+And a full two hundred henchmen along with them they lead,
+With greetings from the Cid who fain would kiss his hands aright.
+Even out of the battle where my lord Cid won the fight,
+For a gift he sent Alfonso of horses good ten score:
+"While I have breath within me, I will serve him evermore."
+
+XCVII.
+They have issued from Valencia. And they fettle them to fare.
+They must watch well so mighty a booty do they bear.
+And night and day they hastened for they gave themselves no rest.
+The mountains that divide the lauds they have passed o'er the
+crest.
+And the folk they fell to asking where Alfonso
+
+XCVIII.
+O'er the mountains, o'er the rivers, o'er the hills they took the
+road.
+And at length before Valladolíd where the King lay they were.
+Minaya and Per Vermudóz sent tidings to him there,
+That reception to their followers he might bid his men extend.
+"My lord Cid of Valencia presents with us doth send."
+
+XCIX.
+Glad was the King. Man gladder you never yet did see.
+He commanded all his nobles to ride forth hastily.
+And forth among the first of them did King Alfonso go,
+Of him who in good hour was born the tidings for to know.
+Know you the Heirs of Carrión happed in that place to be,
+Also Count don García the Cid's worst enemy.
+Of the tidings some were merry, and some were all folorn.
+They caught sight of his henchmen who in happy hour was born.
+They feared it was an army for no herald came before.
+Straightway the King Alfonso crossed himself o'er and o'er.
+Minaya and Per Vermudóz came forward with all speed,
+They leaped from the saddle, they dismounted from the steed.
+Before the King Alfonso upon their knees they fell.
+They kissed the ground beneath him, the kissed his feet as well:
+"Now a boon, King Alfonso. Thou art great and glorious.
+For my lord Cid the Campeador do we embrace thee thus.
+He holds himself thy vassal; he owns thee for his lord.
+He prizes high the honor thou didst to him accord.
+O King, but a few days agone in the fight he overcame
+The King out of Morocco, Yússuf (that is his name),
+With a host of fifty thousand from the field he drove away.
+The booty that he captured was a great and sovran prey.
+Great wealth unto his followers because of this did fall.
+He sends thee twoscore horses and doth kiss thy hands withal.
+Said King Alfonso:
+"Gladly to accept them am I fain.
+To the Cid who sent me such a gift I send my thanks again.
+When I do unto his liking, may he live to see the day."
+
+Thereat were many of good cheer and kissed his hands straightway.
+Grieved was Count don García. Wroth was his heart within.
+Apart he wells a little with ten men of his kin:
+"A marvel is this matter of the Cid, so grows his fame.
+Now by the honor that he hath we shall be put to shame.
+Kings he o'erthroweth lightly, and lightly bringeth steeds
+As though he dead had found them; we are minished by his deeds."
+
+C.
+Hear now of King Alfonso what he said upon this score:
+"Thanks be to the Creator and the lord Saint Isidore
+For the two hundred horses that the Cid to me hath sent.
+Yet shall he serve me better in this my government.
+To Minaya Alvar Fañez and Per Vermudóz I say
+That you forthwith clothe your bodies in honorable array,
+And as you shall require it of me take battle-gear
+Such as before Roy Diaz in good manner shall appear.
+Take then the gift I give you even these horses three.
+As it seems to my avisement, as my heart telleth me,
+Out of all these adventures some good will come to light."
+
+CI.
+They kissed his hands and entered to take their rest that night.
+In all things that they needed he bade men serve them well.
+
+Of the two Heirs of Carrión now am I fain to tell,
+How secretly they counselled what thing should be their cast:
+"Of my lord Cid the high affairs go forward wondrous fast.
+Let us demand his daughters that with them we may wed.
+Our fortune and our honor thereby may be well sped."
+Unto the King Alfonso with their secret forth went they.
+
+CII.
+"As from our King and master a boon of thee we pray
+By favor of thy counsel we desire to obtain
+That thou ask for us in marriage of the Cid his daughters twain.
+With honor and with profit shall the match for then, be fraught."
+
+Thereon for a full hour's space pondered the King and thought
+"I cast out the good Campeador, and wrong I do him still
+For his good to me. I know not if the match be to his will,
+But we in hand will take it, since so your pleasures tend."
+
+Alvar Fañez and Per Vermudóz, for them the King let send.
+He took them to a hall apart: "Now harken to me both
+Minaya and Per Vermudóz. The Cid my service doth;
+The Campeador, his pardon well hath he earned of me.
+And shall have it. I will meet him, if so his will shall be.
+In parley other tidings of my court I will make known;
+Dídago and Ferrándo, the Heirs of Carrión,
+Are fain to wed his daughters. Bear ye the message well,
+And I pray you that these tidings to the Campeador ye tell.
+It will be unto his honor, great will his fame have grown,
+When he becomes the father of the Heirs of Carrión."
+
+Minaya spake: (Per Vermudóz was glad of that he spake)
+"To ask him thy desire we will even undertake.
+And the Cid shall do thereafter as his pleasure shall decide."
+
+"Say to the Cid Roy Diaz that was born in a glad tide,
+That I will parley with him in the best place he may,
+And there shall be the boundary wherever he shall say.
+To my lord Cid in all things will I show my favor plain."
+
+Unto the King they gave farewell, and got them gone again,
+And onward to Valencia they hastened with their force.
+
+When the good Campeador had heard, swiftly he got to horse,
+And came to meet them smiling, and strong, embraced the two.
+"Minaya and Per Vermudóz, ye are come back anew!
+There are not many countries where two such gallants dwell.
+From my lord King Alfonso what tidings are to tell?
+Is he content? Did he vouchsafe to take the gift from me?"
+
+Said Minaya, "In his soul and heart right well content is he,
+And his good will he sendeth unto thee furthermore."
+Said the Cid: "To the Creator now mighty thanks therefor."
+
+The Leonese Alfonso his pleasure they made known
+That the Cid should give his daughters to the Heirs of Carrión.
+He deemed it would make him glorious and cause his fame to grow.
+And in all truth and honor would advise him even so.
+
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, the noble Campeador,
+Then a long time much pondering he turned the tidings o'er,
+"For this to Christ my master do I give thanks again.
+I was sent forth to exile and my honor suffered stain.
+That which is mine I conquered by mine endeavor high.
+Unto God for the King's favor a thankful man am I,
+And that for them of Carrión they ask my daughters two.
+Minaya and Per Vermudóz, thereof what thinketh you?"
+
+"Whate'er shall be your pleasure, that is it we shall say."
+Said the Cid: "The Heirs of Carrión, of a great line are they,
+And they are proud exceeding, and their favor fair at court.
+Yet ill doth such a marriage with my desire coport.
+But since it is his pleasure that is of more worth than we,
+Let us talk thereof a little, but secret let us be.
+May the Lord God in Heaven accord us as is best."
+
+"Besides all this Alfonso this word to thee addressed:
+He would come to parley with thee in what place thou art fain.
+He desireth wel1 to see thee and honor thee again.
+Then what to do is fittest ye might be well agreed."
+
+Said the Cid: "Now by this saying I am well pleased indeed."
+
+"Where thou wilt hold this parley" said Minaya, "ponder well.
+"In that the king desired it, no wondrous thing befell,"
+That wherever we might find him we might seek him in his way,
+As to our King and Master, our high devoir to pay.
+Haply we may desire what good to him shall seem.
+Nigh to the river Tagus that is a noble stream,
+If so my lord desire it, we will hold the parley there."
+
+He wrote the letters straightway and sealed them well and fair.
+And then unto two horsemen he gave the letters o 'er.
+Whatso the King desireth, that will the Campeador.
+
+CIII.
+Unto the King much honored, the letters they present.
+When he had looked upon them, then was his heart content.
+"To the Cid who in good time girt brand my greeting do I send,
+And let us hold the parley when three weeks are at an end.
+If I yet live, then doubtless I shall wait him in that place."
+They tarried not, but hastened home to the Cid apace.
+
+On both sides for the parley they got ready point device.
+In Castile was ne'er such foison of mules without a price,
+Nor so many fair-paced palfreys, nor strong steeds swift to guide,
+Nor so many noble pennons on the stout lances tied,
+And shields whereof the bosses did with gold and silver shine,
+Robes, furs and Alexandrian cloth of satin woven fine.
+And the King gave his order, to send much victual there,
+To the waters of the Tagus where the parley they prepare.
+The King leads many a good troop, and Carrión's Heirs are gay.
+And here they run in debt apace, and there again they pay,
+For they thought to have great profit and increase manifold,
+And whatso they should desire, goods of silver and of gold.
+And now hath King Alfonso got swiftly to his horse,
+With counts and little nobles and vassals in great force.
+As for the Heirs of Carrión great companies they bring.
+From León and from Galicia came much people with the King;
+Know well, the levies of Castile, they are a countless train.
+And straight unto the parley they rode with slackened rein.
+
+CIV.
+In the city of Valencia, my lord Cid Campeador
+Did not tarry, but the parley, he prepared himself therefor.
+There were stout mules a-many and palfreys swift to course,
+Great store of goodly armour, and many a fleet war-horse,
+Many fair cloaks and mantles, and many skins withal;
+In raiment of all colors are clad both great and small.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez and Per Vermudóz that wight,
+Martin Muñoz in Montemayór that held the rule of right,
+And Martin Antolínez that in Burgos had his home,
+And that most worthy cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,
+And with Alvar Salvadórez Alvar Alvarez beside,
+And likewise Muño Gustióz a gallant knight and tried,
+Also Galínd Garcíaz, that in Aragon abode,
+These to ride with the good Campeador got ready for the road.
+And the people in the palace prepared them all and one.
+
+Unto Alvar Salvadórez and the man of Aragon,
+Galínd Garcíaz, his command has given the Campeador
+That heart and soul Valencia they shall guard it and watch o'er.
+And, moreover, all the others on their behests shall wait.
+And my lord Cid has ordered that they bar the castle gate
+And nowise throw it open either by night or day.
+His wife and his two daughters within the hold are they,
+Whom he loves best, and the ladies that do their pleasure still.
+And he has so disposed it, even as a good lord will,
+That not a soul among them shall venture from the tower,
+Till to them he returneth, who was born in happy hour.
+
+They issued from Valencia, forward they spurred along.
+On their right were many horses, that were both swift and strong.
+The Cid had ta 'en them. No man would have given him a steed.
+And he rideth to the parley, the which he had decreed
+With the King. In passage of a day, he came the King before.
+When anear they saw him coming, the gallant Campeador,
+With great worship to receive him, forth unto him they ride.
+When he had looked upon them, who was born in a glad tide,
+He halted his companions save his knights of dearest worth.
+With fifteen of his henchmen he leaped down unto the earth,
+As he who in good hour was born had willed that it should be.
+Forthwith to earth he bends him on the hand and on the knee.
+And the grass of the meadow with his very teeth he rent,
+And wept exceeding sorely so great was his content.
+How well unto Alfonso to do homage doth he know
+And there before his sovereign's foot he cast him even so.
+As for the King Alfonso, at heart it irked him sore:
+"Rise up! Rise up upon thy feet, O thou Cid Campeador,
+And kiss my hand, nor prithee in this guise my feet embrace,
+And if thou wilt not do it, thou shalt not have my grace."
+But natheless the good Campeador yet knelt on bended knee:
+"As of my rightful master, I ask a boon of thee,
+And namely that thy favor on me thou wilt bestow,
+So that all men about us the thing may hear and know."
+
+Said the King: "Now that right gladly and of good heart will I do;
+And here I give thee pardon, and my favor I renew.
+And thee unto my kingdom right welcome I will make."
+
+My lord the Cid addressed him, after this wise he spake:
+"Gramercy, lord Alfonso, I will take what thou hast given.
+I will utter forth for this my thanks unto our God in Heaven,
+And then to thee, and to the bands that round about me stand."
+
+And on his knees yet kneeling, he kissed A]fonso's hand;
+To his feet he rose, and on the lips greeted him with a kiss.
+The others in the presence they were well pleased at this.
+It irked Garci Ordoñez and Alvar Diaz sore.
+
+My lord Cid spake and uttered this saying furthermore.
+
+"To our Father and Creator I offer thanks again,
+That my lord the King his pardon he vouchsafed me to attain.
+In the day and the night season the Lord will cherish me.
+Thou shalt he my guest, my master, if so thy pleasure be."
+Said the King: "Today in no way were that seemly in my sight.
+Thou art but now come hither, but we came in last night.
+Today, therefore, Cid Campeador, thou shalt remain my guest,
+And on the morrow morning we shall he at thy behest."
+
+My lord the Cid has kissed his hand, granting it should be so.
+Then came the Heirs of Carrión, their courtesy to show:
+"We greet thee Cid. Thou wast brought forth in an hour of promise
+high.
+And so far will we serve thee as in our power may lie."
+"So grant it the Creator," to them the Cid replied.
+The Cid my lord Roy Diaz, who was born in a good tide,
+Unto the King his master was guest for that day's space,
+Who could not let him from his sight, he held him in such grace.
+At the Cid's beard grown so swiftly, long while the King did
+stare.
+At the Cid much they marvelled, as many as were there.
+
+And now the day was over, and upon them fell the night.
+The next day in the morning the sun rose clear and bright.
+The Cid had bidden his henchmen meat for all men to array.
+With my lord Cid the Campeador so well content were they
+That all were very merry, and moreover of one mind
+That for three years together so well they had not dined.
+
+The next day in the morning, when at last the sun outshone,
+Then did Jerome the Bishop his matin song intone.
+And when from mass they issued, all gathered in one place,
+And the King did not tarry but began his speech apace:
+"Hear me now, counts and nobles, and all my henchmen leal--
+Unto my lord Cid Campeador I needst must make appeal.
+God grant unto his profit that the thing may prove to be.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, I ask their hands of thee,
+That thou wilt in marriage give them to the Heirs of Carrión
+twain.
+To me the match seems noble, and thereon there hangs much gain.
+They ask them of thee. To that end I add my own command.
+On my side and thine as many as round about us stand,
+My henchmen and thy henchmen, let them therefor intercede.
+Give them to us my lord the Cid. So God thee help and speed."
+Said the Cid: "My girls to marry are hardly yet in state,
+For their days are not many, nor are their ages great.
+As for the Heirs of Carrión, much fame of them men say;
+They suit well with my daughters, and for better e'en than they.
+'Twas I begot my daughters, but thou didst rear the twain.
+They and I for that bounty yet in thy debt remain.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, unto thee do I present,
+To whom thou wilt then give them and I will be content."
+
+Said the King: "My thanks unto thee and to all the court I own."
+Upon their feet got swiftly the Heirs of Carrión;
+Of him who in good hour was born, lightly they kissed the hands.
+Before the King Alfonso they made exchange of brands.
+
+Out spake the King Alfonso like a man of gentle race:
+"My thanks, so noble art thou, but first to God for grace
+That for the Heirs of Carrión thou givest thy daughters twain.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, in hand I have them ta'en.
+To Carrión's Heirs as consorts those ladies I award.
+I give away thy daughters as brides with thine accord,
+May it please God that thou therewith in full content mayest rest.
+Behold, the heirs of Carrión that wait on thy behest.
+Let them go with thee, prithee, for I from hence must wend.
+Three hundred marks of silver I give them to this end,
+To spend upon the marriage or what else pleaseth thee,
+Since within high Valencia in thy wardship they will be.
+The sons and the daughters shall thy children be all four;
+Whate'er shall be thy pleasure, do with them, Campeador."
+
+The Cid received them from him, and the King's hand did kiss.
+"My sovereign and my master, I think thee well for this.
+Thou shalt give away my daughters, for I will not do the deed."
+After the parle was over they gave pledges and agreed
+That the next day in the morning when forth the sun should flame,
+All persons at the parley should return to whence they came.
+Thereby both fame and honor had the lord Cid Campeador,
+And many mules and mighty, and fair palfreys furthermore,
+And fine and precious raiment. And to give gifts he began,
+Whatso he would to who would take, and denied it to no man.
+As gifts full sixty horses did the lord Cid present.
+Whoe'er was at the parley therewith was full content.
+Now were they fain of parting, for night was like to fall.
+
+The King the Heirs of Carrión took by the hand withal,
+In the power of the Cid Campeador he put them both straightway.
+"Behold them here thy children; since thy sons-in-law are they;
+From this day forth do with them as thy heart shall give accord.
+May they serve thee as their father, and keep thee for their
+lord."
+
+"I thank thee and accept, O King, the gift which thou hast given.
+Mayst thou be well rewarded by God who is in heaven.
+
+CV.
+"Of thee, my liege and sovran, a boon do I request
+Since thou givest to wed my daughters in what way likes thee best,
+Choose one my girls to give away, who in thy place shall stand,
+Since thou hast them, I will never give them o'er with mine own
+hand.
+To the Heirs. Such satisfaction to them shall be denied."
+"Behold here Alvar Fañez," the King to him replied,
+"Take them by the hand and give them to the heirs, even as I
+Here afar off have ta ten them, as though I were hard by;
+And throughout all the vigil their sponsor shalt thou be.
+When again to me thou comest tell all the truth to me."
+
+Said Alvar Fañez: "Faith! My lord, I am content indeed."
+
+CVI.
+To all this with due caution, know well they have agreed.
+"Ha! King, my lord Alfonso much honored, for a sign
+Of the parley that we held here, thou shalt take a gift of mine.
+I bring thee thirty palfreys that are trapped rich and well,
+And thirty fleet war-horses, each with a noble selle.
+Take them and I will kiss thy hand."
+The King Alfonso spake:
+"Deep in thy debt thou hast me. Thy present I will take
+Which thou givest. The Creator and all his saints accord
+For the kindness thou hast done me that thou have a fair reward.
+Oh my lord Cid Roy Diaz, thou hast done me honor high.
+Full well thou cost my service, and well content am I.
+Mayst thou reap of me some harvest ere my life be at an end.
+Into God's hands I give thee. From the parley will I wend.
+Hail God in Heaven! grant us our treaty well to keep."
+
+CVII.
+The Cid mounted Baviéca his charger at a leap.
+"Here before my King Alfonso I say it openly,
+Who would fain go to the marriage or would have a gift of me,
+Let him come with me. His profit shall be great, as I conceive."
+
+Now of his lord Alfonso the lord Cid took his leave..
+His company he wished not, he departed from him straight.
+There might you see a many of knights of fair estate
+Taking leave of King Alfonso, that the while his hands did kiss:
+"Let it be now thy pleasure, and prithee grant us this--
+'Neath the Cid to great Valencia now will we march away
+To see the Heirs of Carrión upon their wedding day,
+And Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra that the Cid's daughters be."
+
+Therewith the King was satisfied and gave them liberty.
+And the King's bands diminished and the Cid's increased the more.
+Great company of people marched with the Campeador.
+
+They rode straight to Valencia ta'en when his star was high.
+On Diégo and Ferrándo he bade them keep an eye.
+Muño Gustióz and Per Vermudóz they had commandment plain--
+In all my lord Cid's household were not a better twain
+The ways of them of Carrión to discover them and find.
+Ansuór Gonzálvez joined the Heirs who was a noisy hind,
+Loose-tongued, and for untrustful in other things well known.
+They showered many honors on the Heirs of Carrión.
+
+Behold them in Valencia that the Cid my lord had ta'en.
+When they looked upon the city they were exceeding fain.
+Muño Gustióz and don Pero, to them the lord Cid spake:
+"Straightway the Heirs of Carrión unto a lodging take,
+But do you tarry with them, so doth my order run.
+When entereth in the morning, when breaketh forth the sun,
+Of Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, their brides, they shall have sight."
+
+CVIII.
+Then every man departed to his lodging-place that night.
+The Cid Campeador has entered his castle once again.
+Abode him Dame Xiména, she and her daughters twain.
+
+"Campeador who in good season girt sword, thou hast come thy ways;
+May the eyes of our faces behold thee many days."
+
+"I am come, wife much honored, by the Creator's grace,
+And sons-in-law I bring thee, whence our fame shall wax apace.
+I have married you well, my daughters, so thank me for it well.
+
+CIX.
+Forthwith a-kissing of his hands his wife and daughters fell,
+And likewise all the ladies their pleasure still that did.
+"Thanks be to the Creator and to thee, fair-bearded Cid,
+What thing thou cost soever, it is well done indeed.
+In all thy days thy daughters shall never be in need."
+
+"When thou givest us in marriage, great wealth to us shall fall."
+
+CX.
+"Wife o'mine, Dame Xiména. praise God who made us all.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, my girls to you I say,
+From your marriage in all honor shall we increase alway.
+But that I did not begin it, the truth now understand;
+My lord Alfonso sought you and stately made demand
+With such firm will, I wist not how to deny the thing.
+And I put you both, my daughters, in the keeping of the King.
+Know that he giveth you to wed, and that I am not the man."
+
+CXI.
+To make beautiful the palace, then one and all began.
+There was displayed much arras on wall and pavement both,
+Much purple and much samite and store of precious cloth.
+'Twould have pleased you in that palace to have sat you down to
+eat.
+And speedily together did his knights assembled meet.
+
+And for the Heirs of Carrión as at that time they sent,
+To horse they got and onward to the palace forth they went.
+And fine is all their raiment, and stuff of proof likewise.
+They came afoot and properly, God! in what lowly guise!
+The Cid and all his vassals received them when they came.
+They bowed the head before him; they bowed before his dame;
+Straightway to take their places on a noble seat they strode.
+Of my lord Cid all the henchmen exceeding wisdom showed,
+His speech who in good hour was born in quiet they expect.
+
+And now the noble Campeador hath risen up erect:
+"Since such a deed is toward, why do we tarry here?
+Come hither Alvar Fañez whom I cherish and hold dear.
+My daughters twain, behold them, to thy hand I give them o'er.
+Be it known so to perform it unto the King I swore,
+To fail in our agreement is in no way mine intent.
+To the Heirs of Carrión their brides, now with thine hand present;
+Let them have benediction and speed the wedding through."
+
+To him replied Minaya: "This will I gladly do."
+
+The ladies rose. He gave them into Minaya's care.
+To Carrión's Heirs, Minaya now doth his charge declare:
+"Lo! Minaya here before you, ye brothers born that be!
+By the hand of King Alfonso, who has laid this charge on me,
+I give to you these ladies that are both of noble blood,
+That to wife ye take them nobly and in fair guise and good."
+
+And with a will and gladly to take their brides they came,
+And they kissed the hands straightway of my lord Cid and his dame.
+
+They came forth from the palace when all these things were done.
+And then unto Saint Mary's in haste they got them gone.
+Bishop Jerome his vestments swiftly to him has ta 'en,
+And he abode the coming at the portal of the fane.
+He has given them his blessing, and chanted mass in course.
+
+When from the church they issued with speed they got to horse.
+They hastened from Valencia forth on the sandy shore.
+God! the Cid and his companions, how well their arms they bore!
+He who in happy hour was born, three times hath changed his steed.
+With what he saw my lord the Cid was well content indeed,
+For the two heirs of Carrión have well their steeds bestrode.
+With the ladies to Valencia then home again they rode.
+In that fair hold resplendent was the wedding that they had.
+To rear up seven quintains the Cid next morning bade;
+Before they went to dinner, were the seven burst in twain.
+
+Full fifteen days together at the wedding they remain.
+The fifteen days well nigh are done; homeward the nobles ride.
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo who was born in a good tide
+Of the mules and the palfreys and the battle-chargers swift,
+Of beasts alone an hundred has granted forth in gift,
+And cloaks, fur capes, and raiment of other sort great store,
+and bestowed wealth in money in abundance furthermore.
+The vassals of my lord the Cid, for they had counselled so,
+For their part bridal tokens upon the guests bestow.
+He came by great possession whoso thereof was fain,
+Who was at the bridal, wealthy came to Castile again.
+Now are all these guests together about to ride away;
+To Roy Diaz in good hour born their last devoirs they pay,
+And likewise to the ladies, and his men of high descent.
+My lord Cid and his vassals they left in high content.
+They said much honor of them as was indeed their due.
+Diégo and Ferrándo were passing merry too;
+Of the Count don Gonzálvo they were the children twain.
+
+And now the guests came homeward unto Castile again.
+The Cid and his two sons-in-law in Valencia they stay.
+There dwell the Heirs until two years have well nigh passed away.
+It was a mighty welcome in that city that they had.
+The Cid and all his vassals were all exceeding glad.
+Saint Mary and our Father, may it please them to consent
+That the Cid and he who wrought it with the bridal be content.
+Of this Cantar the couplets come now unto their end.
+The Saints and the Creator preserve you and defend.
+
+CANTAR III
+
+THE AFFRONT OF CORPES
+
+CXII.
+The Cid lay in Valencia with all his men beside;
+With him the Heirs of Carrión his sons-in-law abide.
+Upon his couch to slumber lay the good Campeador.
+There fell a hard occasion, a thing they looked not for.
+From his cage came forth the lion, from his bonds he broke away.
+All men throughout the palace in mighty dread were they.
+'Neath the arm the Campeador his men their mantles up have ta'en,
+About his couch they gathered, and beside their lord remain.
+As for Ferránd Gonzálvez the Heir of Carrión,
+He saw no place to hide in; chamber or tower was none.
+Beneath the seat he crouched him so mighty was his dread.
+And Dídago Gonzálvez out through the doorway fled,
+Crying aloud: "Wo! Carrión no more shall I behold."
+Beneath a wine-press timber he hid in fear untold.
+Thence he brought cloak and tunic all filthy and forlorn.
+
+With that he woke from slumber, who in happy hour was born,
+And saw his good men round his couch in a close ring that stood.
+
+"Now what is this my henchmen ~ What is it that ye would?"
+
+"Ha, worthy lord! The lion gave us a fearful fright."
+The Cid leaned on his elbow, on his feet he leaped upright.
+He flung his cloak on shoulder. Straight for the beast he made.
+The lion when he saw him, so sorely was afraid
+That before the Cid, low cowering, to earth his head he bent.
+Hy lord Cid don Rodrigo him by the neck has hent.
+He drew him and he dragged him and within his cage shut fast.
+As many as heheld it thought it a marvel vast.
+
+And then through the palace they returned unto the hall,
+Of his sons the Cid made question, but found them not at all.
+Though they shouted for them loudly, none answered to the hail.
+And when at last they found them, oh, but their cheeks were pale!
+Such mirth as in the palace was ye never saw before;
+But to plague them was forbidden by the lord Cid Campeador.
+Many thought that but for cowards themselves the twain had shown.
+Sore grieved at what befell them were the Heirs of Carrión.
+
+CXIII.
+While thus the affair standeth wherein they had such shame,
+A host out of Morocco to besiege Valencia came.
+Their camp within the Quarter Field have they arrayed aright.
+For fifty thousand chieftains pavilions have they pight.
+'Twas the King Búcar if perchance of him ye e'er heard tell.
+
+CXIV.
+The Cid and all his henchmen, it pleased them passing well,
+For so by the lord's favor their gain should grow the more.
+But know the Heirs of Carrión at heart were very sore,
+For they saw of the Moriscos many and many a tent,
+Which liked them not. The brothers forthwith apart they went.
+"We would keep in mind our profit, nor for the loss have care.
+And now within this battle we must needs do our share."
+"Such a thing well may keep us from seeing Carrión more.
+Widows will be the daughters of the good Campeador."
+
+But Muñoz Gustióz heakened how in secret they conferred.
+To the Cid Campeador he came with the tale of what he heard:
+"The two Heirs thy sons-in-law, their courage is so strong,
+Because they go to battle, for Carrión they long.
+As God cherishes and keeps them, go bid them have good heart,
+That they in peace may tarry, nor in battle have a part.
+But with that we shall conquer, and God shall be our stay."
+
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo with a smile went his way.
+"My sons, the Heirs of Carrión. God have you in his care.
+In your arms rest my daughters that as the sun are fair.
+And as I yearn for battle, so of Carrión are ye fain.
+In pleasance in Valencia to your hearts desire remain!,
+For as for the Moriscos, them well enough I know,
+And by grace of the Creator have courage to o'erthrow."
+
+*******************
+
+While they spoke thus, King Búcar sent word and commanded The Cid
+to quit Valencia and go his way in peace.*
+
+*At this point a lacuna occurs in the text of the poem. The prose
+passage is supplied from the Chronicle of the Twenty Kings, an
+emendation due to Pidal.
+
+Otherwise Búcar would exact payment for all that the Cid had done
+in the city. The Cid said to him who bore the message:
+
+"Go thou and say to Búcar, that son of an enemy, that before three
+days are past, I will give him all that he asks."
+
+The next day the Cid ordered all his men to take up their weapons,
+and marched out against the Moors. The Heirs of Carrión on that
+occasion sought the van of him. After the Cid had marshalled his
+men in order of battle, don Ferrándo, one of the Heirs, went forth
+to attack a Moor who was called Aladraf. The Moor, when he beheld
+don Ferrándo, came forward likewise to attack him. Thereupon the
+Heir of Carrión, being overcome with fear of the Moor, wheeled his
+horse and fled before him. Single-handed he dared not await the
+Moor's coming.
+
+When Pero Vermudóz, who was hard by, beheld this, he attacked the
+Moor, fought with him and slew him. Then he took the Moor's horse
+and went in quest of the Heir who was in full flight.
+
+"Don Ferrándo," he said to him, "take this horse and tell all men
+that thou didst slay the Moor, his master. I will be thy witness."
+And the Heir replied: "Don Pero Vermudóz, I thank thee greatly for
+what thou sayest.
+
+*******************
+
+"May I see that time when payment I shall make to thee twice o'er
+For all that thou deserves". The twain turned back once more.
+Don Pero there bore witness to Ferrándo's brag and lie.
+The Cid and all his vassals were gladdened much thereby.
+
+"If God our Father wills it, in Heaven that doth dwell,
+My sons-in-law in battle shall both acquit them well."
+
+So they spake. And the two armies now the advance began.
+In the Moorish host resounded of the drums the rataplan.
+It was among the Christians a marvel sore to some,
+For never had they heard it, since but newly were they come.
+On Diégo and Ferrándo greater wonder yet did fall,
+And of their free will thither they would not have come at all.
+To what he said who was brought forth in happy hour give ear:
+"Ho! now don Pero Vermudóz, who art my nephew dear,
+Dídago and Ferrándo now keep them well for me,
+For in mine eyes my sons-in-law are dear exceedingly.
+By God's help the Moriscos shall hold the field no more."
+
+CXVI.
+"In the name of every charity I tell thee, Campeador,
+That today to be their keeper I never will remain.
+To me they matter little--let him keep them who is fain.
+I with my men about me against their van will smite;
+Do thou with thine hold firmly the rearward of the fight.
+Then canst thou aid me lightly if peril should arise."
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez came then to him likewise.
+"Oh, Cid, give ear, and hearken, Oh faithful Campeador!
+For surely in this battle shall God himself make war,
+And He will make thee worthy with Him therein to share.
+Where 'er thou deemest fitting bid us attack them there.
+Each man must do his duty. Upon them let us thrust.
+On God and on thy fortune now hangeth all our trust."
+My lord Cid said: "Then prithee tarry here yet awhile."
+Lo! don Jerome the Bishop who was armed in gallant style,
+He stopped before the Campeador. Fair fortune had he aye.
+"The Mass of Holy Trinity I sang for thee this day.
+For this cause from mine own country did I seek thee and ensue,
+Since in the slaughter of the Moor such great delight I knew.
+And I am fain to honor both mine order and mine hand.
+In the forefront of the battle it is my desire to stand.
+And crosses on my pennant, and blazoned arms have I.
+If it be God his pleasure, I am fain mine arms to try,
+That so at last my spirit in perfect peace may be,
+And thou mayst be, my lord the Cid, better content with me.
+If thou cost me not this honor, from thy side I will retire."
+
+The lord Cid gave him answer: "I am pleased with thy desire.
+Of the Moors go make a trial, lo, where they are in sight.
+From hence we shall behold it, how the Abbot fights the fight."
+
+CXVII.
+And don Jerome the Bishop went spurring thence away.
+'Gainst the cnd of the encampment lie guided forth the fray.
+By his good hap and God's mercy who ever loved him well,
+At the first stroke he delivered two Moors before him fell.
+When in twain his lance was broken, he set hand upon the blade.
+Well was he tried. And Name of God! what a fair fight he made!
+Two with the lance, and with the sword five of the foe he slew.
+The Moors are very many. Around him close they drew,
+They did not pierce his armour, though they laid on strokes of
+power.
+
+His eyes beheld the Bishop, who was born in happy hour,
+He caught his shield, the battle-spear he laid it low along,
+He spurred Baviéca the well-paced steed and strong,
+He went to smite against them with all his soul and heart.
+The foremost ranks of battle did the lord Cid dispart:
+Of the Moors he struck down seven, and five of them hath slain.
+God was well pleased, the battle it was granted him to gain.
+My lord Cid and his henchmen in hot pursuit they went.
+There had you seen the stakes uptorn and may a tent-rope rent,
+And all the ten-poles falling that were wrought so rich and brave.
+From the tents, my lord Cid's vassals King Búcar's henchmen
+drave.
+
+CXVIII.
+Out of the tents they drave them; on them in pursuit they flew.
+Many arms and many a hauberk, had you seen there cloven through,
+And many a head well helmed in the battle fallen low,
+And many a steed masterless that galloped to and fro.
+For seven miles together they followed up the flight.
+As he followed, on King Búcar the Cid my lord did light:
+"Turn hither, Búcar. thou hast come from the land over sea.
+The Cid whose beard is mighty thou shalt meet with presently.
+Let us greet, and in fast friendship let each to each be bound."
+To the Cid answered Búcar: "Such a friendship God confound.
+A sword in hand thou bearest, and I see thee spur amain,
+Seemeth well that thou upon me to try that blade art fain.
+If my horse keep from stumbling and falleth not with me.
+Thou shalt not overtake me till we ride into the sea."
+My lord Cid answered: "With the truth that word no faith shall
+keep."
+A good steed had Búcar that sprang off great leap on leap.
+But the Cid's Baviéca upon him fast did gain.
+Three fathoms from the water was Búcar overta 'en.
+He has lifted up Coláda. A great stroke did he smite.
+The carbuncles upon his heml he has smitten through forthright.
+He cut straight through the helmet, all else in twain he crave,
+And slashing to the girdle of the King came down the glaive.
+Búcar the King from oversea the Cid hath overthrown.
+Well worth a thousand golden marks was the great sword Tizón,
+That he took there. 'Twas a victory most marvelous and great.
+Here my lord Cid got honor and all that on him wait.
+
+CXIX.
+And now with all that booty, homeward again they wheeled.
+And be it known that steadfastly they plundered all the field.
+With him who in good hour was born to the fonts they came once
+more;
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz, the famous Campeador,
+With two swords he greatly cherished through the carnage swiftly
+passed.
+O'er his brow his cap was wrinkled, back was his mail-hood cast,
+And but a little ruffled was the cap upon his hair.
+On every side his henchmen came thronging to him there.
+My lord the Cid saw somewhat and was well pleased thereby,
+For he looked forth before him lifting up his eyes on high.
+And Diégo and Ferrándo he beheld, that near him drew.
+Of the Count don Gonzalvo the children were the two.
+My lord the Cid smiled beautifully, for a glad man was he.
+
+"Are ye come here, my sons-in-law? Ye are both sons to me.
+I know that with the fighting ye are right well content.
+To Carrión fair tidings that concern you shall be sent,
+How by us the King Búcar unto defeat was thrust.
+As sure as unto the Lord God and all his saints I trust,
+With the rout of the foeman shall we all we be satisfied.
+Minaya Alvar Fañez came now unto his side.
+Hacked with the swords was all the shield that at his neck he
+wore.
+The strokes of many lances had scarred it furthermore.
+They that those strokes had stricken, had reaped therefrom no
+gain.
+Down the blood streamed from his elbows. More than twenty had he
+slain.
+"To God and to the Father on High now praises be,
+And Cid who in good hour wast born so likewise unto thee.
+Thou slewest the King Búcar, and we ha' won the day.
+To thee and to thy vassals belongeth all the prey.
+And as for thy two sons-in-law they have been proved aright,
+Who got their fill of Moorish war upon the field of fight."
+
+Said my lord Cid in answer, I therefore am right glad.
+Since they are proved, hereafter in esteem shall they be had."
+
+In honesty he said it, but a jest the thing they thought.
+The prey unto Valencia they gathered and they brough't.
+My lord the Cid was merry and his vassals with him there.
+Six hundred marks of silver were allotted to his share.
+
+The sons-in-law of my lord Cid, when they had ta'en away
+Their war-prize, when the booty safe in their hand had they,
+Took care that no decrease thereof should in their time be made.
+In the city of Valencia they were splendidly arrayed,
+Feeding well, and wearing noble cloaks and gallant capes of fur.
+The Cid and all his henchmen exceeding glad they were.
+
+CXX.
+'Twas a great day in the palace of the Cid Campeador,
+When he had slain King Búcar and they won the field of war.
+He raised his hand, he plucked his beard: "To Christ now glory be,
+Who is the Lord of all the Earth, for my desire I see,
+That with me in the battle my two sons should front the foe.
+Of them most noble tidings to Carrión shall go:
+How they are greatly honored, and what renown they gain."
+
+CXXI.
+It was a mighty booty that the Cid his host had ta 'en.
+Part is their own. In safety they kept the rest aside.
+My lord the Cid gave orders who was born in a good tide,
+That to all men of that conquest his true share they should allot,
+And that the fifth of my lord Cid should nowise be forgot.
+And all mcn did according, being prudent one and all.
+For his fifth, six hundred horses to my lord Cid did fall,
+And there were many camels and, moreover, mules as well.
+Of them there were so many, that their number none might tell.
+
+CXXII.
+All of this prey was captured by the great Campeador:
+"Now unto God be glory who is Lord the whole world o'er.
+Before I was in poverty who have grown rich and great,
+For now I have possessions, gold, honor, and estate;
+And the two Heirs of Carrión my sons-in-law are they.
+And since it is God's pleasure I win in every fray;
+And the Moors and the Christians they have great dread of me.
+And over in Morocco, where many mosques there be,
+Where all men are in terror lest upon them I descend
+On some fine night. That venture in no way I intend--
+I shall not go to seek them. In Valencia I shall stay.
+By God's aid, to me their tribute they shall render up and pay.
+To me or unto whom I will, they shall pay the money down."
+
+Very great was the rejoicing in Valencia the town
+That rose in all the levies of the Cid Campeador,
+That God's will hath vouchsafed them to triumph in the war.
+Likewise of both his sons-in-law excelling was the mirth,
+For each of them won booty five thousand marks in worth.
+Themselves they deem right wealthy, those Heirs of Carrión twain.
+
+And they with all the others to the palace came again.
+With my lord the Cid the Bishop don Jerome standeth here.
+And the good AIvar Fañez, the fighting cavalier.
+Of the Campeador his household are many others by.
+When the heirs of Carrión entered, they were given greeting high.
+By Minaya for the sake of my lord Cid Campeador:
+"Come, brothers, by your presence now are we honored more."
+When they were come the Campeador was merry of his cheer:
+"Lo! now behold, my sons-in-law, my faithful wife and dear,
+With Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra that are my daughters twain,
+Now nobly may they serve you and nobly entertain.
+Now glory to Saint Mary, Mother of our Lord! God's name!
+You are like from these your marriages to win abundant fame.
+Unto the land of Carrión fair tidings shall be sped."
+
+CXXIII.
+Out spake the Heir Ferrándo when all the word was said:
+"Glory to the Creator, and, noble Cid, to thee.
+We have so many riches that numberless they be.
+Through you we have much honor, and we have fought for you;
+We conquered the Moriscos in the battle, and we slew
+King Búcar, proven traitor, so pray you have a care
+Now for some other matter; well marcheth our affair."
+
+My lord the Cid his henchmen spake smiling round about
+Of whoso fought most fiercely or best pursued the rout.
+
+But Diégo and Ferrándo mid such men they did not find.
+And now in all the japing the henchmen had designed
+Both day and night together they mocked sore the Heirs again.
+A very evil counsel together took the twain.
+Verily they are brothers, forthwith apart they turn
+To the thing that they have spoken, let us have no concern.
+"Let us return to Carrión. Here overlong we wait.
+The riches wc have gathered are excellent and great.
+We cannot hope to spend them in the mountance of our lives.
+
+CXXIV.
+"Now of the Cid the Campeador let us demand our wives.
+Let us say that we will bear them to the lands of Carrión.
+The place where they are heiresses shall unto them be shown.
+We shall take them from Valencia, from the Campeador his reach.
+And then upon the journey we shall work our will on each,
+Ere the matter of the lion for a sore reproach and scorn
+They turn to our discomfort who are heirs of Carrión born.
+We shall bear with us of treasure nigh priceless a fair stock.
+Of the daughters of the Campeador we two shall make our mock.
+We shall be rich men always who possess such valiant things,
+And fit to marry daughters of emperors or kings,
+Who art the Counts of Carrión by virtue of our birth.
+The Campeador his daughters we shall mock at in our mirth.
+Ere the matter of the lion they throw at us in disdain."
+
+When this they had decided the two returned again.
+Ontspake Ferránd Golzalvez for silence in the Court:
+
+"Cid Campeador, so may our God abide thy strong support,
+May it please Dame Xiména, but first seem good to thee,
+And Minaya Alvar Fañez and all men here that be
+Give us our wives. By marriage are they ours in very deed.
+Unto our lands in Carrión those ladies we will lead.
+With the dower-lands to enfeoff them that we gave for bridal right
+Of the lands of our possession, thy daughters shall have sight,
+And those wherein the children to be born to us shall share."
+
+The Cid my lord the Campeador scented no insult there:
+"I shall give you my daughters and of my wealth dispone.
+Ye gave them glebe of dowry in the lands of Carrión,
+Three thousands marks of dower shall to my girls belong.
+I will give mules and palfreys both excellent and strong,
+And great steeds of battle swift and of mighty thew,
+And cloth and silken garments with the gold woven through.
+Coláda and Tizón the swords I will give to you likewise
+Full well ye know I got them in very gallant guise.
+My sons ye are, for to you do I give my daughters two.
+My very heart's blood thither ye carry home with you.
+In León and in Galicia and Castile let all men hear
+How I sent forth my sons-in-law with such abundant gear.
+And serve you well my daughters, your wedded wives that be.
+An you serve them well rich guerdon ye shall obtain of me."
+To this the heirs of Carrión their full assent made plain.
+The daughters of the Campeador were given them and ta'en,
+And they began receiving as the Cid's orders went.
+When of all their heart's desire they were at last content,
+Then Carrión's heirs commanded that the packs be loaded straight,
+
+Through Valencia the city was the press of business great,
+And all have taken weapons and all men gallop strong,
+For they must forth the daughters of the Cid to speed along
+Unto the lands of Carrión. To mount all men prepare,
+Farewell all men are saying. But the two sisters there,
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, kneeled to the Cid Campeador:
+"A boon, so may God keep thee, O father, we implore.
+
+Thou begottest us. Our mother she brought us forth in pain.
+Our liege-lord and our lady, here do ye stand ye twain.
+Now to the lands of Carrión to send us is your will;
+It is our bounden duty thy commandment to fulfil.
+And so we two together ask but this boon of thee,
+That in the lands of Carrión thy tidings still may be."
+My lord the Cid has clasped them, and he has kissed the twain.
+
+CXXV.
+This hath he done. Their mother hath doubled it again.
+"Go, daughters! the Creator of you henceforth have care
+Mine and your father's blessing you still with you shall bear.
+Go forth where you are dowered in Carrión to dwell.
+I have, after my thinking, married you passing well."
+The hands of their father and their mother kissed the two.
+Blessing and benediction they gave to them anew.
+
+My lord Cid and the others have fettled them to ride,
+With armor and with horses and caparisons of pride.
+From Valencia the splendid were the Heirs departing then.
+They took leave of the ladies and all their bands of men.
+Through the meadow of Valencia forth under arms they went.
+The Cid and all his armies were very well content.
+He who in good hour belted brand in signs had seen it plain
+That these marriages in no way should stand without a stain.
+But since the twain are married, he may not repent him now.
+
+CXXVI.
+"My nephew Felez Múñoz, I prithee where art thou?
+Thou art my daughters' cousin in thy soul and in thine heart.
+With them even unto Carrión I command thee to depart.
+Thou shalt see what lands for dower to my girls are given o'er,
+And shalt come again with tidings unto the Campeador.''
+
+Quoth Felez Múñoz: "Heart and soul that duty pleases me."
+Minaya Alvar Fañez before the Cid came he:
+"Back to the town of Valencia, Oh Cid, now let us go;
+For if our God and Father the Creator's will be so,
+To Carrión's lands thy daughters to visit we shall wend.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, to God do we commend.
+Such things may you accomplish as will make us glad and fain."
+
+The sons-in-law gave answer: "Now that may God ordain."
+
+They lamented much at parting. Daughters and sire wept sore,
+So also wept the cavaliers of the Cid Campeador.
+"Thou, cousin, Felez Múñoz, now hark to this aright.
+Thou shalt go by Molína, and there shalt lie one night,
+And greet fair the Morisco Avengalvón my friend;
+That he may most fair reception to my sons-in-law extend.
+Tell him I send my daughters to the lands of Carrión,
+In all their needs his courtesy as beseemeth shall be shown.
+Let him ward them to Medína for the love he beareth me.
+For all that he cloth for them I will give him a rich fee."
+
+They parted then, as when the nail out of the flesh is torn.
+
+He turned back to Valencia who in happy hour was born.
+And now the Heirs of Carrión have fettled them to fare.
+Saint Mary of Alvarrazín, their halting-place was there.
+
+From thence the Heirs of Carrión plied furiously the spur.
+Ho! in Molína with the Moor Avengalvón they were.
+The Morisco when he heard it in his heart was well content,
+And forth with great rejoicings to welcome them he went.
+Ah, God! how well he served them in what e 'er their joy might be!
+The next day in the morning to horse with them got he.
+He bade two hundred horsemen for escort forth to ride.
+They crossed the mountains of Luzón (so are they signified),
+And the Vale of Arbujuélo to the Jalón they came.
+The place where they found lodging, Ansaréra is its name.
+Unto the daughters of the Cid, the Moor fair presents gave,
+And to either Heir of Carrión beside a charger brave.
+For the love he bore the Campeador, all this for them he wrought.
+
+They looked upon the riches that the Moor with him had brought
+And then together treason did the brothers twain concert.
+"Since the daughters of the Campeador we shortly shall desert,
+If but we might do unto death Aengalvon the Moor,
+The treasure he possesses for ourselves we should secure
+Safe as our wealth in Carrión those goods we will maintain.
+And ne'er will the Cid Campeador avenge on us the stain."
+While they of Carrión this shame complotted each with each,
+In the midst a Moor o'erheard them, that could of Latin speech.
+He kept no secret. With it to Avengalvón he ran:
+"Thou art my lord. Be wary of these persons, Castellan.
+I heard the heirs of Carrión that plotted death for thee."
+
+CXXVII.
+This same Avengalvón the Moor, a gallant man was he
+He got straightway on horseback with servitors ten score.
+He brandished high his weapons, he came the Heirs before.
+And the two Heirs with what he said but little pleased they are:
+"If for his sake I forebore not, my lord Cid of Bivár,
+I would do such deeds upon you as through all the world should
+ring,
+
+And then to the true Campeador his daughters would I bring.
+And unto Carrión never should you enter from that day.
+
+CXXVIII.
+What I have done against you, ho! Heirs of Carrión, say,
+For without guile I served you, and lo, my death ye plot.
+For wicked men and traitors I will leave you on the spot.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra with your good leave I go;
+For of these men of Carrión I rate the fame but low.
+God will it and command it, who is Lord of all the Earth.
+That the Campeador hereafter of this match have joy and mirth."
+That thing the Moor has told them, and back he turned him there.
+When he crossed over thee Jalón, weapon he waved in air.
+He returned unto Molína like a man of prudent heart.
+
+And now from Ansaréra did Carrión's Heirs depart;
+And they began thereafter to travel day and night.
+And they let Atiénza on the left, a craggy height.
+The forest of Miédes, now have they overpassed,
+And on through Montes Claros they pricked forward spurring fast.
+And then passed Griza on the left that Alamos did found.
+There be the caves where Elpha he imprisoned underground.
+And they left San Estévan, on their right that lay afar.
+Within the woods of Corpes, the Heirs of Carrión are.
+And high the hills are wooded, to the clouds the branches sweep,
+And savage are the creatures that roundabout them creep;
+And there upon a bower with a clear spring they light
+And there the Heirs of Carrión bade that their tent be pight.
+There with their men about them, that night they lay at rest.
+With their wives clasped to their bosom their affection they
+protest,
+But ill the twain fulfilled it, when the dawn came up the East.
+They bade put goods a plenty on the back of every beast.
+Where they at night found lodging, now have they struck the tent.
+The people of their household far on before them went.
+Of the two Heirs of Carrión so the commandment ran,
+That none behind should linger, a woman or a man.
+But Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra their wives shall tarry still,
+With whom it is their pleasure to dally to their fill.
+
+The others have departed. They four are left alone.
+Great evil had been plotted by the Heirs of Carrión.
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, ye may take this for true:
+Here in the desert wildwood shall a mock be made of you.
+Today is our departure, we will leave you here behind.
+And in the lands of Carrión no portion shall you find.
+Let them hasten with these tidings to the Cid Campeador.
+Thus, the matter of the lion, we avenge ourselves therefor."
+
+Their furs and their mantles, from the ladies they have whipped.
+In their shifts and their tunics they left the ladies stripped.
+With spur on heel before them those wicked traitors stand,
+And saddle-girths both stout and strong they have taken in the
+hand.
+When the ladies had beheld it, then out spake Sol the dame:
+"Don Diégo, don Ferrándo, we beeech you in God's name.
+You have two swords about you, that for strength and edge are
+known.
+And one they call Coláda, the other is Tizón.
+Strike off our heads together, and martyrs we shall die.
+The Moriscos and the Christians against this deed shall cry.
+It stands not with our deserving that we should suffer thus.
+So evil an example, then do not make of us.
+Unto our own abasement, if you scourge us, you consent,
+That men will bring against you in parle and parliament."
+
+Naught profits it the ladies, however hard they pray.
+And now the Heirs of Carrión upon them 'gan to lay.
+With the buckled girths they scourged them in fashion unbeseen,
+And exceeding was their anguish from the sharp spurs and keen.
+They rent the shifts and wounded the bodies of the two,
+And forth upon the tunics the clear blood trickled through.
+In their very hearts the ladies have felt that agony.
+What a fair fortune were it, if God's will it might be,
+Had then appeared before them the Cid the Campeador.
+
+Powerless were the ladies, and the brothers scourged them sore.
+Their shifts and their sullies throughout the blood did stain.
+Of scourging the two ladies wearied the brothers twain,
+
+Which man should smite most fiercely they had vied each with each.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra had no longer power of speech.
+Within the wood of Corpes for dead they left the pair.
+
+CXXIX.
+Their cloaks and furs of ermine along with them they bare,
+In their shifts and tunics, fainting, they left them there behind,
+A prey to every wild-fowl and beast of savage kind.
+
+Know you, for dead, not living, they left them in such cheer.
+Good hap it were if now the Cid, Roy Diaz, should appear.
+
+CXXX.
+The Heirs of Carrión for dead have left them thus arrayed,
+For the one dame to the other, could give no sort of aid.
+They sang each other's praises as they journeyed through the wood:
+"For the question of our marriage we have made our vengeance good.
+Unbesought, to be our lemans we should not take that pair,
+Because as wedded consorts for our arms unfit they were.
+For the insult of the lion vengeance shall thus be ta'en."
+
+CXXXI.
+They sang each other's praises, the Heirs of Carrión twain.
+But now of Felez Múñoz will I tell the tale once more.
+Even he that was nephew to the Cid Campeador.
+They had bidden him ride onward, but he was not well content.
+And his heart smote within him as along the road he went.
+Straightway from all the others' a space did he withraw.
+There Felez Múñoz entered into a thick-grown straw,
+Till the coming of his cousins should be plain to be perceived
+Or what the Heirs of Carrión as at that time achieved.
+And he beheld them coming, and heard them say their say,
+But they did not espy him, nor thought of him had they.
+Be it known death he had not scaped, had they on him laid eye.
+And the two Heirs rode onward, pricking fast the spur they ply.
+On their trail Felez Múñoz has turned him back again.
+He came upon his cousins. In a swoon lay the twain.
+And crying "Oh my cousins!" straightway did he alight.
+By the reins the horse he tethered, and went to them forthright.
+
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, cousins of mine that be,
+The two Heirs of Carrión have borne them dastardly.
+Please God that for this dealing they may get a shameful gain."
+And straightway he bestirred him to life to bring the twain.
+Deep was their swoon. Of utterance all power they had forlorn.
+Of his heart the very fabric thereby in twain was torn.
+"Oh my cousins Dame Elvíra and Dame Sol," he cried and spake,
+"For the love of the Creator, my cousins twain, awake,
+While yet the day endureth, ere falls the evening-hour,
+Lest in the wood our bodies the savage beast devour."
+
+In Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra fresh life began to rise;
+And they looked on Felez Múñoz when at last they oped their eyes:
+"For the love of God my cousins, now be of courage stout.
+From the time the Heirs of Carrión shall miss me from their rout,
+With utmost speed thereafter will they hunt me low and high.
+And if God will not help us, in this place we then must die."
+To him out spoke the Lady Sol in bitter agony:
+"If the Campeador, our father, deserveth well of thee,
+My cousin give us water, so may God help thee too."
+A hat had Felez Múñoz, from Valencia, fine and new,
+Therein he caught the water, and to his cousins bore.
+To drink their fill he gave them, for they were stricken sore.
+Till they rose up, most earnestly he begged them and implored.
+He comforts them and heartens them until they are restored.
+He took the two and quickly set them a-horse again.
+He wrapped them in his mantle. He took the charger's rein
+Aud sped them on, and through Corpes Wood they took their way.
+They issued from the forest between the night and day.
+The waters of Duéro they at the last attain.
+At Dame Urráca's tower he left behind the twain,
+And then unto Saint Stephen's did Felez Múñoz fare.
+He found Diégo Tellez, Alvar Fañez' vassal, there.
+When he had heard those tidings on his heart great sorrow fell.
+And he took beasts of burden and garments that excel.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra to welcome did he go.
+He lodged the in Saint Stephen's. Great honor did he show
+Those ladies. In Saint Stephen's very gentle are the men,
+When they had heard the tidings their hearts were sorry then.
+To the Cid's daughters tribute of plenteous fare they yield.
+In that place the ladies tarried, till the time when they were
+healed.
+
+Loud they sang each other's praises, those Heirs of Carrión,
+And of their deeds the tidings through all these lands were known.
+Of the good King don Alfonso the heart for grief was torn.
+To Valencia the city now are the tidings borne.
+To my lord Cid the Campeador that message when they brought,
+Thereon for a full hour's space, he pondered and he thought.
+His hand he has uplifted and gripped his beard amain:
+"Now unto Christ be glory who o'er all the earth doth reign.
+Since thus sought they of Carrión to keep mine honor whole.
+Now by this beard that never was plucked by living soul,
+Thereby the Heirs of Carrión no pleasure shall they gain.
+As for the dames my daughters, I shall marry well the twain.
+
+The Cid and all his courtiers were sorry grievously,
+Heart and soul Alvar Fañez a sad man was he.
+Minaya with Per Vermudóz straightway the steed bestrode,
+And good Martin Antolínez in Burgos that abode,
+With ten score horse that to that end the Cid set in array.
+Most earnestly he charged them to ride both night and day,
+And to the town Valencia his daughters twain to bring.
+About their lord's commandment there was no tarrying.
+Swiftly they got on horseback and rode both day and night.
+Into Gormaz they entered, a strong place of might.
+In sooth one night they lodged there. To Saint Stephen's tidings
+flew
+That Minaya was come thither to bring home his cousins two.
+The dwellers in Saint Stephen's, as becomes the true and brave,
+To Minaya and his henchmen a noble welcome gave,
+And for tribute to Minaya brought that night of cheer good store.
+He desired not to accept it, but he thanked them well therefor;
+"Thanks, stout men of Saint Stephen's, for ye bear you wise and
+well.
+For the honor that ye did us, for the thing that us befel,
+Where bides the Cid the Campeador he gives true thanks to you,
+As I do here. May God on high give you your payment due."
+
+Therewith they thanked him greatly, with him were all content
+Then swiftly to their lodging to rest that night they went.
+Where bode his kin, Minaya to see them went his ways. Dame
+Sol and Dame Elvíra upon him fixed their gaze: "So heartily we
+thank thee, as our eyes on God were set,
+And prithee thank Him for it, since we are living yet.
+In the days of ease thereafter, in Valencia when we dwell,
+The tale of our affliction, we shall have strength to tell.
+
+CXXXII.
+The dames and Alvar Fañez, the tears flowed from their eyes.
+Per Vermudóz because of them was sorely grieved likewise.
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, be not down-hearted still,
+Since you are well and living and without other ill.
+Ye have lost a good marriage, better matches shall ye make.
+Oh may we soon behold the day when vengeance we shall take!"
+So all that night they lay there keeping a merry tide.
+The next day in the morning they fettled them to ride.
+The people of Saint Stephen's their party escort bore,
+With every sort of solace e'en to Riodamor.
+There they took leave, and got them in stead to travel back.
+Minaya and the ladies rode forward on the track.
+They have passed Alcoceva. On the right Gormaz left they.
+They have come o'er the river in the place called Vadorrey,
+And in the town Berlanga their lodging have they made.
+The next day in the morning set forth the cavalcade.
+In the place called Medína their shelter have they sought.
+From Medína to Molína on the next day were they brought.
+And there the Moor Avengalvón was pleased in heart thereby.
+Forth with good will he issued to give them welcome high,
+For my lord Cid's love a supper he gave them rich and great.
+Thence on unto Valencia they have departed straight.
+When to him who in good honor was born the news of it was sent,
+Swiftly he got on horseback, and forth to greet them went.
+As he rode he brandished weapons; very joyful was his face.
+My lord the Cid came forward his daughters to embrace.
+And after he had kissed them he smiled upon the two:
+"Are ye then come my daughters? 'Gainst ill God succor you.
+This marriage I accepted, daring not say otherwise.
+May the Creator grant it, who dwelleth in the skies,
+That you with better husbands hereafter I may see.
+God! on my sons of Carrión grant me avenged to be.
+"The hands of their father to kiss, the two bent down.
+And under arms they hastened and came into the town.
+Their mother Dame Xiména with them good cheer she made.
+And he who in good hour was born, he tarried not nor stayed,
+But there unto his comrades so privily he spake:
+To King Alfonso of Castile those tidings shall they take.
+CXXXIII.
+"Where art thou, Muño Gustióz, vassal of fair report
+In a good time I cherished and reared thee in my court.
+To King Alfonso in Castile these tidings do thou take.
+His hands with heart and spirit do thou kiss them for my sake--
+I am known for his vassal, he for my lord is known--
+At the dishonor done me by the heirs of Carrión
+Shall the good King be troubled in his soul and in his heart.
+He gave to wed my daughters, therein I had no part.
+Since my girls they have deserted with great dishonor thus,
+If they have put an insult by that action upon us,
+The great part and the little, my lord's is all the scorn.
+My possessions, which are mighty, off with them have they borne,
+This and the other insult well may make me ill content.
+Bring them to parley with me in assize or parliament,
+So that I may have justice on the heirs of Carrión,
+For in my heart the anguish exceeding great is grown."
+
+Thereupon Muño Gustióz swiftly the steed bestrode.
+To wait upon his pleasure two horsemen with him rode,
+And with him were esquires that of his household were.
+They departed from Valencia as fast as they could spur,
+They gave themselves no respite either by night or noon.
+And the King don Alfonso he found at Sahagún.
+Of Castile is he the ruler, of León furthermore.
+And likewise of Asturias, yea, to San Salvador.
+As far as Santiago for lord paramount is he known.
+The counts throughout Galicia him for their sovereign own.
+As soon as Muño Gustióz got down from horseback there,
+Before the Saints he kneeled him, and to God he made his prayer.
+Where the court was in the palace straightway his steps he bent.
+The horsemen two that served him as their lord beside him went.
+As soon as they had entered amid the royal train
+The King saw them and knew lightly Muño Gustióz again.
+The King rose up and nobly he welcomed him and well.
+before the King Alfonso on bended knee he fell.
+The King's feet, Muño Gustióz, that wight, has kissed withal:
+"A boon, King, thee the sovereign of kingdoms broad they call.
+The Campeador, he kisses so well thy feet and hands;
+Thou art his lord; thy vassal as at all times he stands.
+To Carrión's Heirs his daughters were given to wed by thee.
+It was a glorious marriage for it was thy decree.
+The honor that befel us is to thee already known,
+What flout was put upon us by the Heirs of Carrión.
+Fiercely they scourged the daughters of the Cid Campeador.
+Naked, in great dishonor and from the scourging sore,
+In Corpes Wood unguarded they cast the dames away,
+Unto the savage creatures and the forest-fowl a prey,
+And lo! now to Valencia his daughters are restored.
+For this thy hand he kisses as a vassal to his lord,
+That thou bring them to confront him in assize or parliament.
+He holds himself dishonored, but fouler art thou shent.
+And King, sore should it grieve thee, and he prays, for wise art
+thou,
+That my lord Cid may have justice on the Heirs of Carrión now."
+The king long while was silent, pondering thereon apart:
+"The truth will I say to thee. It grieves me to the heart.
+So hast thou, Muño Gustióz, herein a true thing said,
+For to Carrión's Heirs, his daughters I gave indeed to wed.
+For good I did it, deeming that there his vantage lay.
+But would now that that marriage had ne'er been made today.
+My lord the Cid and I myself, sore grieved at heart are we.
+I must help him unto justice, so God my savior be.
+Though I would not at this season, I must do even so.
+And now through all my Kingdom forth shall mine heralds go,
+For in Toledo city a court shall they proclaim,
+So that counts may come and nobles that be of lesser name.
+The Heirs of Carrión thither I will summon furthermore;
+And there shall they give justice to my lord Cid Campeador.
+Yet while I can prevent it, he shall have no cause to mourn.
+CXXXIV.
+"And say unto the Campeador, who in good hour was born,
+That he may with his vassals for these seven weeks prepare
+To come unto Toledo. That term I grant him fair.
+I will hold these assizes since the Cid to me is dear.
+Greet them all for me fairly, let them be of joyful cheer.
+For what befel, of honor they yet shall have no lack."
+His leave ta'en, Muño Gustióz to my lord Cid turned back.
+Since he had undertaken that the charge on him should fall,
+Alfonso the Castilian delayed it not at all.
+To León and Santiago he sent letters without fail,
+And unto the Galicians, and the men of Portingale.
+Tidings to them in Carrión and in Castile they bring
+Of a Court held in Toledo by the much honored King,
+And that there they should be gathered when seven weeks should
+end.
+Who stayed at home, true vassalage no longer could pretend.
+And all men so determined throughout his breadth of lands
+Not to fail in the fulfillment of the King's high commands.
+CXXXV.
+Now are the Heirs of Carrión troubled by the report
+That the King within Toledo was about to hold his court.
+They fear my lord Cid Campeador will have his part therein,
+And they took counsel, seeing that they were near of kin.
+The King for dispensation to stay from court they prayed.
+Said the King:
+"I will not do it, as God shall stand mine aid.
+For my lord Cid the Campeador that place shall come unto,
+And you shall do him justice for he makes complaint of you.
+Who refuses, or denies it to come unto mine assize,
+Let him quit my realm. The fellow finds no favor in mine eyes."
+
+And now the Heirs of Carrión saw that it must be done
+Since they are very near of kin, counsel they took thereon.
+Count García that to ruin the Cid sought evermore,
+My lord the Cid's arch-foeman, share in these matters bore.
+This man has given counsel to the Heirs of Carrión twain.
+Time came: to the assizes to hasten they were fain.
+Thither among the foremost doth good King Alfonso go,
+With him the Count don Henry, and Count don Remónd also--
+For the sire of the most noble the Emperor was he known.
+There came the Count don Froíla and the Count don Birbón.
+Out of his realm came many of wise hearts and leal
+All the best men were gathered of the kingdom of Castile.
+And there with Crespo de Grañón, Count don García came
+And he who ruled in Oca--Alvar Diaz was his name.
+With Gonzalvo Ansuórez, Ansuór Gonzálvez stood.
+Know ye well with them was Pero of the Ansuórez blood.
+Diégo and Ferrándo both to the place resort,
+And with them a great company that they had brought to Court.
+Upon my lord Cid Campeador 'tis their intent to fall.
+Unto the place they gather from every side and all.
+But he who in good hour was born, not yet hath he drawn nigh.
+Because so long he tarries is the king displeased thereby.
+My lord the Cid the Campeador is come on the fifth day.
+He has sent Alvar Fañez ahead of his array,
+That he might kiss the King his hands that is his lord of right,
+The King might know it surely, he would be at hand that night.
+Now when the King had heard it, his heart was glad indeed.
+With companies most mighty the King leaped on the steed,
+And him who in good hour was born he went to welcome there.
+Came the Cid and all his henchmen equipped exceeding fair.
+Oh! noble troops that follow a captain of such might!
+When good King don Alfonso of my lord the Cid got sight,
+My lord the Cid, the Campeador, cast himself on the sward.
+Himself he thus could humble and do honor to his lord.
+When the King saw he tarried not.
+"Saint Isidore to speed!
+This day so shalt thou never. Mount, Cid, upon the steed!
+If not, so ends my pleasure. Let us greet on either part
+With heart and soul. What grieveth thee hath hurt me to the heart.
+God ordereth that by thee the court this day shall honored be."
+My lord Cid, the true Campeador, to this "Amen" said he.
+He kissed his hand and fairly gave him greeting then:
+"To God now thanks be given, that I see thee, lord, again.
+To thee I bow, so also to Count don Remónd I bow,
+To Count Henry and to all men that are in presence now.
+God save our friends and foremost, sire, may he cherish thee.
+My wife the Dame Xiména--a worthy dame is she--
+Kisses thy hands. My daughters, the twain do so as well,
+That so thou mayst have pity for the ill thing that befel."
+"Verily, so God help me," answered the King thereto.
+CXXXVI.
+Then homeward to Toledo, the King returned anew.
+Unfain to cross the Tagus was my lord Cid that night:
+"A boon, King. The Creator, may he shield thee in His might!
+Oh sire, do thou get ready to enter in the town.
+In San Serván my henchman and I will lay us down,
+For hither in the night-tide shall come those bands of mine;
+And I will keep my vigil here by the holy shrine.
+I will come to town tomorrow at the breaking of the day,
+And, ere I eat my dinner, to court will take my way."
+To him the King gave answer: "Surely, I am content."
+Then the King don Alfonso into Toledo went.
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz lieth in San Serván.
+To make candles and to set them on the shrine, his order ran.
+To watch that sanctuary was gladness to his heart,
+As he prayed to the Creator and spake to him apart.
+Minaya, and as many as were gathered of good fame
+Were in accord together when at length the morning came.
+CXXXVII.
+Matins and prime they sang there till the dawn had begun,
+Before the sun had risen the mass was o'er and done.
+With rich and timely offering that chapel they endow.
+"Minaya Alvar Fañez--my strongest arm art thou--
+Thyself shall hear me company and the Bishop, don Jerome
+So too this Muño Gustióz and Per Vermudóz shall come,
+And Martin Antolínez from Burgos true and tried
+And with Alvar Salvadórez, Alvar Alvarez beside,
+And Martin Múñoz who was born in a season of good grace,
+So likewise Felez Múñoz a nephew of my race.
+Mal Anda wise exceeding, along with me shall go
+And the good Galínd Garcíaz of Aragon also.
+With these knights a round hundred of the good men here ordain.
+Let all men wear their tunics the harness to sustain,
+Let them assume the hauberks that white as sunlight glare,
+And upon the hauberks ermines and mantles of the vair
+Let them lace tight their armour, let not the arms be seen.
+They shall bear beneath their mantles the swords both sweet and
+keen.
+To the court in such a fashion to enter am I fain,
+My rights there to demand them and to speak my meaning plain.
+If there the Heirs of Carrión seek to dishonor me,
+No whit then shall I fear them, though a hundred strong they be."
+To him all gave their answer: "Such, lord, is our desire,"
+Even as he had commanded they ordered their attire.
+He who in happy hour was born would brook no more delay.
+Upon his legs the hosen of fair cloth he drew straightway,
+And shoes adorned most richly upon his feet has done;
+he donned a shirt of linen fine as white as is the sun;
+The sleeves are laced, moreover, with gold and silver braid.
+The cuff fit close upon them for he bade them so be made.
+Thereo'er a silken tunic most fairly wrought he drew.
+The threads of gold shone brightly that were woven through and
+through.
+A red fur gown gold-belted he cast his tunic o'er.
+That gown alway he weareth, my lord Cid Campeador.
+He hath of finest linen a cap upon his hair,
+With the gold wrought, moreover, and fashioned with due care,
+That the locks of the good Campeador might not be disarrayed.
+And with a cord his mighty beard my lord the Cid doth braid.
+All this he did desiring well his person to dispose.
+O'er his attire a mantle of mighty worth he throws.
+Thereat might all men wonder that thereabouts did stand.
+Then with the chosen hundred whereto he gave command
+From San Serván forth issuing he got to horse apace.
+Under arms the Cid departed unto the judgment-place.
+Duly without the postern he descended from his horse,
+And prudently he entered the palace with his force.
+Midmost he went; his hundred girt him round on every side.
+When they had seen him enter, who was born in happy tide,
+Then the good King Alfonso upon his feet did rise,
+So also Count don Henry, and Count don Remónd likewise.
+And they arose, the others of the court, ye well may know.
+To him who in good hour was born great honor did they show.
+One man there was arose not--'twas Crespo de Grañón--
+Nor any of the party of the Heirs of Carrión.
+
+The King has ta'en my lord Cid's hand:
+"Come sit thee, Campeador,
+On the bench here beside me--thy gift to me of yore.
+Thou art our better, though there be umbrage therefor that take."
+Then he who won Valencia for gratitude he spake:
+"Sit like a king and master on thy bench, for it is thine;
+In this station will I tarry here with these men of mine."
+
+Of what my lord Cid uttered was the King's heart glad and fain.
+Upon a bench well carven the Cid his seat has ta'en;
+The hundred men that guard him are seated round him there.
+And all men in the Cortes upon my lord Cid stare,
+And the long beard he weareth that is braided with a cord.
+He seems by his apparel to be a splendid lord.
+For shame the Heirs of Carrión his gaze they could not meet.
+The good King don Alfonso then rose unto his feet:
+"Hearken ye gentle companies, so God your hands sustain.
+But two court have I holden in the space of all my reign.
+In Burgos one, in Carrión the next did I array;
+The third here in Toledo have I come to hold today,
+For the Cid's love, whose birth-hour for a glad time is known,
+That so he may have justice on the Heirs of Carrión.
+Let all men know they did him a bitter injury.
+The Counts Remónd and Henry judges thereof shall be,
+And all you counts, moreover, in the feud who bear no part.
+In your minds turn it over, for ye are wise of heart.
+See that ye render justice. All falseness I gainsay.
+On one side and the other let us keep the peace this day.
+Who breaks our peace, I swear it by the Saint Isidore
+Shall be banished from my kingdom, nor have my favor more.
+His side I will maintain it whose cause is right and fair.
+Therefore let the Cid Campeador forthwith his suit declare.
+Then shall we hear what Carrión's Heirs in answer shall depose."
+
+My lord Cid kissed the King his hand. Then to his feet he rose:
+"My sovereign and my master great thanks I give to thee
+That thou this court hast summoned out of pure love for me.
+Against the Heirs of Carrión this matter I reclaim.
+They cast away my daughters. I had thereby no shame,
+For thou gavest them in marriage. What deed to do today
+Thou know'st well. From Valencia when they took my girls away,
+I loved with heart and spirit the Heirs of Carrión,
+And the two swords I gave them, Coláda and Tizón--
+I won them in such manner as a good knight became--
+That they might do you service and do honor to their fame.
+When in the Wood of Corpes they left my girls forlorn,
+They lost my love forever, for they made of me a scorn.
+Since my sons-in-law they are not, let them give me either sword."
+"All of the claim is righteous,'' so the judges gave accord.
+
+Then said Count don García: "Of this let us debate."
+Apart from the assizes went the Heirs of Carrión straight,
+And all their following with them and the kindred of their name.
+And swiftly they debated, and to their resolve they came:
+"Now the Cid Campeador for us doth a great favor do,
+Since for his girls' dishonor for no damage doth he sue.
+With the King don Alfonso, we soon shall be at one.
+The swords them let us give him, for so the suit is done;
+They will hold the court no longer, when he has the swords once
+more.
+From us no further justice for the Cid Campeador."
+That parley being over, to court they get them now.
+
+"Thy favor, King Alfonso, our overlord art thou.
+And we cannot deny it, for he gave us the two brands.
+And since that we return them he desires now and demands,
+Into his hand to give them in thy presence are we fain."
+Then they brought forth Coláda and Tizón, the falchions twain,
+Straightway they gave them over to the King their sovereign's
+hands.
+The whole court shone glorious when they brought forth the brands.
+The pommels and the hilt-bars are all of massy gold;
+To the true henchmen of the court 'twas a marvel to behold.
+The King my lord Cid summoned, to him the swords he gave.
+His sovereign's hands he kisseth. He receiveth either glaive.
+To the bench whence he had risen, he turned him back again,
+And in his hands he held them, he looked upon the twain.
+Changelings they could not give him; he knew the two aright,
+And his heart laughed within him, he was filled with all delight.
+"Now by my beard none ever plucked," gripping it hard he spake,
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra high vengeance I will take."
+
+By name his nephew Pero he has called out before;
+And stretching forth his hand, to him the sword Tizón gave o'er.
+"Take it nephew. The sword's master now is fairer of renown."
+To good Martin Antolínez the man of Burgos town,
+Stretching forth his hand Coláda into his care he gave;
+
+"Thou Martin Antolínez, who art a vassal brave,
+Take Coláda that I captured from a true knight without fail,
+From him of Barcelona, from Remónd Berenguél.
+That thou mayst guard it rightly, therefore I give it thee,
+I know if aught befall thee, if occasion e'er should be,
+Great fame and estimation with the sword shalt thou attain."
+The lord Cid's hands he kissed them. He took the sword again.
+
+My lord the Cid the Campeador unto his feet rose he;
+"Now thanks to the Creator and my lord the King to thee.
+With the swords Coláda and Tizón I am content indeed,
+But I have a farther issue 'gainst Carrión Heirs to plead:
+When with them from Valencia my daughters twain they bore,
+Three thousand marks of silver and gold I gave them o'er.
+When I did this, the winning of all their end they saw.
+Let them restore the treasure. They are not my sons-in-law."
+
+Now might you hearken Carrión's Heirs, what a complaint made they.
+To them said the Count don Remónd: "Give answer, 'Yea' or 'Nay'!',
+And then the Heirs of Carrión, they made their answer plain:
+"Therefore to the Cid Campeador we gave his swords again
+That he might demand naught further, for his suit is closed
+thereby."
+Then straightway the Count don Remónd unto them made reply:
+"This say we: With the pleasure of the Sovereign if it stands,
+You shall give satisfaction in what the Cid demands."
+The good King said: "The measure with my assent doth meet."
+And now hath the Cid Campeador arisen to his feet:
+
+"Say of those goods I gave you, will ye give them me anew
+Or render an accounting?"
+
+Then Carrión's Heirs withdrew.
+For the greatness of that treasure they could not as one consent,
+And the two Heirs of Carrión the whole of it had spent.
+They returned with their decision, and spake their pleasure thus:
+"The Captor of Valencia, he presses sore on us.
+Since lust for our possession so on him hand hath laid,
+From our estates in Carrión the money shall be paid."
+
+And then outspake the judges since the debt the Heirs avowed:
+"If it be the Cid's desire, it is not disallowed.
+So we ordain, for such wise with our pleasure doth it sort,
+That ye repay it to him in this place before the court."
+
+Out spake the King Alfonso when their words were at an end:
+"The inward of this lawing we wholly comprehend,
+That justice is demanded by the Cid Campeador.
+Now of those marks three thousand, I have in hand tenscore;
+They were given to me duly by the Heirs of Carrión twain.
+Since so sore are they impoverished, I will give it them again.
+To the Cid born in fair hour, let them pay the money back.
+To pay their debt, that money I will not let them lack."
+
+As for Ferránd Gonzálvez, what he said ye now shall hear:
+"We have in our possession no minted goods and gear."
+
+To him then the Count don Remónd answered to this intent:
+"All of the gold and silver, the twain of you have spent.
+Before the King Alfonso, our verdict we proclaim,
+That ye pay in goods. The Campeador, let him accept the same."
+
+Now saw the Heirs of Carrión what need must be their course.
+Ye might have seen led thither full many a swift horse,
+Many fat mules, moreover, and many a well-paced jade,
+And every sort of armour, and many a fine blade.
+My lord the Cid accepted even as the court assessed,
+Beyond the tenscore marks whereof Alfonso stood possessed,
+To him who in good hour was born the Heirs have paid the price.
+On others' goods they borrow, for their own will not suffice
+Know well for fools men took them, from that suit when 'scaped the
+twain.
+
+CXXXVIII.
+All of those great possessions my lord the Cid has ta'en.
+The men keep all that treasure, and they will ward it well.
+When this was done, a-pondering on other things they fell:
+
+Lord King, for love of charity, a further favor yet,
+Of my complaints the chiefest, I cannot now forget.
+Let the whole court now hear me, and have pity on my woe:
+As for these Heirs of Carrión, the which have shamed me so,
+I brook not that unchallenged they may go hence away.
+CXXXIX.
+"In what thing I affronted you, ye Heirs of Carrión say,
+In what fashion whatsoever, in earnest or in sport.
+Let me make amends according to the judgment of the court.
+Why did ye tear in tatters the fabric of my heart?
+With great honor from Valencia what time ye did depart,
+I gave to you my daughters, and besides great wealth and gear.
+Now say, ye dogs and traitors, since ye did not hold them dear,
+Why took ye from Valencia what was their dower of right,
+And wherefore with the girth and spur the ladies did ye smite?
+Alone in Corpes Forest ye cast the twain away,
+Unto the savage creatures and the wood-fowl for a prey.
+In all ye did unto them, like vile men did ye show.
+Let the Court judge; satisfaction shall I get therefor or no?"
+CXL.
+And lo! Count don García has risen up amain:
+"Let us now have thy favor, best of all kings in Spain.
+Of the courts proclaimed is now the Cid well versed in the
+affairs.
+Since he let it wax so mighty, 'tis a long beard he wears.
+Some he affrights and others are for fear in sorry case.
+But as for them of Carrión, theirs is a lofty race,
+His daughters e'en as lemans to love becomes them not.
+Who to them for lawful consorts those ladies would allot?
+When they cast them off, then did they as might the right befit.
+All things he says soever we value not a whit."
+
+And thereupon the Campeador his beard in hand gripped he:
+"To God who ruleth Heaven and the whole Earth glory be.
+Since tenderly I kept it, is my beard grown so long.
+Count, say what is the reason, that thou dost my beard this wrong,
+That since its first growth ever has been so gently reared.
+No man born of woman has ever plucked that beard.
+Nor has son of Moor or Christian e'er torn that beard of mine,
+As once in Cabra Castle I did, oh Count, to thine,
+When at one time on Cabra and thy beard my hand I set.
+Not a lad but for the plucking his pinch thereof could get.
+Nor is it yet grown even what portion I did tear.
+Here hidden in my wallet those tokens yet I bear."
+CXLI.
+Now had Ferránd Gonzálvez risen to his feet that tide.
+What thing ye now shall hearken that there so loud he cried:
+
+"Cid, do thou now give over the suit which thou hast made,
+For the whole of thy possession into thine hands is paid.
+Look that thou make not greater the feud twixt us and thee,
+For the two Counts of Carrión by lineage are we.
+Of kings' and emperors' daughters are we fit to win the hands;
+To wed the girls of little chiefs scarce with our lineage stands.
+When thy daughters we abandoned we did but what was right.
+Not worse therefor but better, are we then in our own sight."
+
+CXLII.
+To Per Vermudóz Roy Diaz my lord the Cid looked now:
+"Speak then, good Pero Mudo, though a silent man art thou.
+The ladies are my daughters, thy cousins twain are they.
+Into thy teeth they cast it, when such a thing they say.
+Thou shalt not do this battle, if I the answer make.
+
+CXLIII.
+And thereupon Per Vermudóz began the tale and spake.
+No words he utters clearly, for 'tis a tongue-halt man.
+Natheless no rest he gave them, be it known, when he began:
+"To thee, Cid, now I tell it, for such thy customs be,
+That in Court, Pero Mudo, ever thou callest me.
+And verily thou knowest that I can do no more.
+As for what I must accomplish, there shall be no lack therefore.
+
+"What thing thou saidest soever, Ferrándo, was a lie.
+Through the Campeador thy glory was risen yet more high.
+I can relate unto thee thine every trick and sleight.
+Minds't thou, near high Valencia, what time we fought the fight?
+Thou didst of the true Campeador for the first onslaught pray.
+And there a Moor thou sawest, whom thou wentest forth to slay.
+Or e'er thou camest to him, before him didst thou flee.
+If aid I had not borne thee, he had roughly handled thee.
+But I rushed on beyond thee, and with the Moor did close,
+And I made that Moor flee backward at the foremost of my blows.
+To thee I gave his charger, and kept the thing concealed.
+Until this day that cowardice I never have revealed.
+Before the Cid and all men thine own praises didst thou sing,
+How thou slewest the Morisco, and didst a gallant thing.
+And they believed it of thee, knowing not the truth at all.
+Of thy person art thou handsome, but thy courage it is small,
+Tongue without hands, the manhood to speak where gottest thou?
+CXLIV.
+"Do thou say on, Ferrándo. That my words are truth avow:
+That matter of the lion in Valencia dost thou keep
+In mind still, when he burst his bonds while the Cid lay asleep?
+Ferrándo, then what didst thou, when thy terror overbore?
+Thou didst thrust thyself behind the bench of the Cid Campeador.
+Thou didst hide, Ferrándo, wherefore cheap today thy worth is
+found,
+But we to guard our master his pallet gathered round,
+Till he who won Valencia out of his sleep did wake.
+He rose up from the pallet, at the lion did he make.
+His head the lion bended, for the Cid the beast did wait.
+By the neck he let himself be ta'en. In the cage he thrust him
+straight.
+When came once more the Campeador, there he saw his vassals stand.
+He asked about his sons-in-law, but neither found at hand.
+For a wicked man and traitor thy person I arraign.
+In fight before Alfonso that same I will maintain,
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, for the Cid's daughters' sake.
+Thou didst cast away the ladies thine honor cheap to make.
+Ye are men to all appearance, tender women are those two;
+Yet in every way whatever they are worthier than you.
+If, when we join the combat, God shall like well in his heart,
+Thyself shalt thou confess it, like a traitor as thou art.
+Whatever I have uttered shall then be known for true."
+And thereupon was ending of speech between these two.
+
+CXLV.
+And Dídago Gonzálvez what he uttered ye shall hear:
+"We twain are Counts by lineage of blood of the most clear.
+Such marriages in no way we twain would undertake,
+With my lord Cid don Rodrigo alliance for to make.
+We do not yet repent us that we put his daughters by:
+So long as life endureth, may they sigh many a sigh.
+A sore reproach upon them what we did will still remain.
+The same with utmost valor in the fight will I maintain:
+When we cast away the women we made our honor good."
+CXLVI.
+Then Martin Antolínez upon his feet he stood:
+Thou wretch, do thou keep silence. Mouth that truth knoweth not!
+The matter of the lion hast thou so soon forgot
+Out through the door thou fleddest lurking in the court outside,
+Behind the wine-press timber in that hour didst thou hide.
+That mantle and that tunic were worn no more by thee.
+In fight I will maintain it. No other can it be.
+Since the lord Cid his daughters forth in such plight ye threw,
+They are in every fashion far worthier shall you.
+At the ending of the combat then thine own mouth shall avow
+That lies are all thine utterance, and a traitor knave art thou."
+
+CXLVII.
+Between those two the parley has come unto an end.
+Now did Ansuór Gonzálvez into the palace wend.
+Was an ermine cloak about him, and his tunic trailed behind.
+His countenance was ruddy, for but lately had he dined.
+In what he had to utter small discretion did he show:
+CXLVIII.
+"How now ye noble gentlemen, was ever such a woe?
+With Bivár's lord Cid such honor who would have thought to find?
+On the Ovirna water his millstones let him grind,
+And take his wonted toll-corn. Would any man have thought
+That with the Heirs of Carrión alliances he sought?"
+CXLIX.
+And then did Muño Gustióz rise to his feet forthright:
+"Thou wretch, do thou keep silent! Thou wicked traitor wight!
+Before to prayers thou goest, certain thou art to dine.
+Whoe'er in peace thou kissest, sickens at that belch of thine.
+Whether to friend or master thou speakest perjury,
+False unto all, and falsest to the God who fashioned thee!
+And never in thy friendship will I have any part,
+And I will make thee say it that what I say thou art."
+
+Said now the King Alfonso: "Let the suit quiet lie.
+Who have challenged shall do battle, so help me the Most High."
+
+Soon as the suit was finished to the court two horsemen came,
+And Inigo Ximénez and Ojárra men them name;
+For Navarra's Heir-apparent, proxy-suitor was the one,
+The other was the suitor for the Heir of Aragon.
+And there the twain together have kissed Alfonso's hand,
+The Cid Campeador his daughters in marriage they demand,
+Of the realms Navarre and Aragon the lady-queens to be.
+May he send them with his blessing and with all courtesy.
+Thereat the whole court listened, and stillness fell them o'er.
+Upon his feet rose straightway my lord Cid Campeador:
+"A boon, Oh King Alfonso, my sovran lord thou art.
+For this to the Creator very thankful is my heart,
+Since both Navarre and Aragon have made request so high.
+Thou didst give to wed my daughters before. It was not I.
+Here then behold my daughters, the twain are in thine hand.
+With them I will do nothing, except at thy command."
+The King rose up. For silence in the court the word he gave:
+"I beg it of thee, Campeador, the true Cid and the brave,
+That hereto thou yield agreement. I will grant the thing this day:
+And it shall be consented in open court straightway,
+For so will grow thy glory and shine honor and thy lands."
+Now is the Cid arisen. He kissed Alfonso's hands:
+"To whatever thing shall please thee, I give consent, my lord."
+Then said the King: "God grant thee an excellent reward!
+To Inigo Ximénez and Ojárra, to you two,
+I yield my full permission for this marriage unto you,
+That Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, who the Cid's daughters are,
+Wed, one the Heir of Aragon, and the other of Navarre.
+May he yield his girls with blessings in an honorable way."
+
+Then Inigo Ximénez and Ojárra, up rose they,
+And the hands of Don Alfonso in that hour kissed again.
+The hands of the Cid Campeador thereafter kissed the twain,
+And there their faith they plighted, and solemn oaths they swore,
+That they would fulfill entirely what they promised or yet more.
+Because of this were many in the court exceeding glad;
+But the two Heirs of Carrión, therein no joy they had.
+
+Minaya Alvar Fañez upon his feet rose he:
+"As from my King and Master I beg a boon of thee,
+And let it not be grievous to the Cid Campeador.
+I have through these assizes kept my peace heretofore,
+But now to utter somewhat for mine own part fain am I."
+Said the King: "Now all my spirit, it is well pleased thereby.
+Say on! Say on, Minaya, what to thy heart is dear."
+
+"You in the court, I beg you to my word to lend an ear.
+'Gainst Carrión's Heirs needs must I now a charge most mighty
+bring:
+I gave to them my cousins by Alfonso's hand, the King.
+With blessings and with honor they took them in their care.
+The Cid Campeador he gave them most rich possessions there.
+They cast away those ladies, for all that we were loth.
+For wicked men and traitors I make challenge of you both.
+From the great sons of Gomez does your lineage come down,
+Whence many counts have issued of valor and renown,
+But this day all to certainly their cunning do we learn.
+For this to the Creator, now thanks do I return,
+That of Navarre and Aragon the Heirs in marriage sue
+For Dame Sol and Elvíra that are my cousins two.
+Erst for true wives ye had them, who now their hands shall kiss
+And call them Dame, though sorely ye take the thing amiss.
+Praise to our God in Heaven and our lord the King therefor.
+So greatly grows the honor of the Cid my Campeador.
+In every way soever ye are even as I say.
+Is there any in the presence to reply or say me nay?
+Lo! I am Alvar Fañez, against the most of might!"
+
+And thereupon did Gomez Peláez stand upright:
+"Say of what worth, Minaya, is this ye speak so free?
+For here in the assizes are men enough for thee.
+Who otherwise would have it, it would ruin him indeed.
+If it be perchance God's pleasure that our quarrel well should
+speed,
+Then well shalt thou see whether or right or wrong ye were."
+Said the King: "The suit is over. No further charge prefer.
+Tomorrow is the combat; at the rising of the sun
+By the three who challenged with thee in the court it shall be
+done."
+
+Thereon the Heirs of Carrión have spoken presently:
+"Lord King, a season grant us for tomorn it cannot be.
+We have given to the Campeador our arms and many a steed,
+First to our land of Carrión to go we have sore need."
+And then the King had spoken to the Campeador again:
+"Where thou shalt bid, this combat, let it be underta'en.
+"My lord, I will not do it," my lord the Cid said he,
+"More than the lands of Carrión Valencia liketh me."
+
+To him the King gave answer:
+"Yea, Cid! Without a doubt.
+Give unto me your cavaliers all duly armed about.
+Let them go in my keeping. Their safety I assure
+As a lord to a good vassal; I make thee here secure
+That they take no harm from any count or lesser baronet.
+Here now in the assizes, a term for them I set,
+That in the fields of Carrión at the end of three weeks' space
+There duly in my presence the combat shall take place.
+Who at the set time comes not, his suit is lost thereby,
+From that time he is vanquished; for a traitor let him fly."
+The two heirs of Carrión, by that decree they stand.
+And thereupon my lord the Cid has kissed the King his hand;
+
+"To thy hand are they delivered my cavaliers all three;
+As to my King and Master I commend them unto thee.
+They are ready now their duty to the full to undertake.
+With honor to Valencia send them me for God his sake."
+"So it be God's desire," answered the King and said.
+The Cid the Campeador did off the helmet from his head,
+Likewise the cap of linen as white as is the sun.
+He freed his beard, the cord thereof he has forthwith undone.
+Those in the court upon him, their full they could not gaze.
+To the Counts Remónd and Henry forthwith he went his way.
+And them closely he embraces and doth heartily require
+To take of his possession all that suits with their desire.
+These twain and many others who were persons of good will
+He earnestly requested to take unto their fill
+Some took his gifts, but others would not accept a thing.
+The two hundred marks, he gave them once more unto the King.
+Whatever was his pleasure he has taken of the rest:
+"King, for love of the Creator one thing let me request.
+Sire, with thy will I kiss thine hand. Since so these deeds are
+done,
+And would fain unto Valencia which with great pain I won."
+
+*******************
+
+Then the Cid commanded to give sumpter-beasts unto the embassadors
+of the Heirs of Navarre and Aragon, and, moreover, to let them
+have whatever else they required.* And he sent them forth. The
+King don Alfonso with all the nobles of his court got on horseback
+in order to ride out with the Cid who was about to leave the town.
+When they came to Zocodover, the Cid being on his charger Baviéca,
+the King said to him:
+
+"In faith, don Rodrigo, thou must now put spur to that charger of
+which I have heard most fair report."
+
+The Cid smiled and said: "Sire, in thy court, are many, gentle and
+simple, who would gladly do such a thing. Bid them make sport with
+their steeds."
+The King replied to him: "Cid, I am pleased with thine answer.
+Nevertheless I desire thee, for the love thou bearest me, to put
+that steed through his best paces."
+
+*Supplied like the former prose passage from the Chronicle of the
+Twenty Kings.
+
+*******************
+CL.
+The Cid then put spur to the charger and made him gallop
+so fast that all were astonished at the career he ran.
+
+The King with hand uplifted signed the cross upon his face.
+"By San Isidro of León, I swear it by his grace
+Is no nobleman so mighty our whole country o'er."
+My lord Cid on the charger came then the King before,
+And of his lord Alfonso there has he kissed the hand.
+"To start fleet Baviéca thou gavest me command.
+Today no Moor nor Christian has a horse so strong and swift.
+Sire, unto thee I give him. Say thou wilt accept the gift."
+Then said the King:
+"No pleasure would I have therein indeed.
+If I took him, then less glorious were the master of the steed.
+But a horse like this befitteth too well a man like thee,
+Swift to chase the Moors ye routed in the battle, when they flee.
+Who that war-horse taketh from thee, God succor not again,
+For by thee and by the charger to great honor we attain."
+Their leave then have they taken. He left the Court forthright.
+
+The Campeador most wisely counselled them who were to fight:
+"Ha, Martin Antolínez! Per Vermudóz thou, too,
+So likewise Muño Gustióz, my tried man and true.
+Be resolute in combat like the gentlemen ye be.
+See that of you good tidings in Valencia come to me."
+Said Martin Antolínez: "Oh sire, what sayest thou?
+For we must bear the burden we accepted even now.
+Thou shalt hear naught of the vanquished, though haply of the
+slain."
+He who in happy hour was born, thereof was glad and fain.
+Of all his leave he taketh that for his friends are known.
+Went my lord Cid to Valencia, and the King to Carrión.
+But now the three weeks' respite of the term is past and o'er.
+Lo! at the time appointed, they who serve the Campeador,
+The debt their lord laid on them they were very fain to pay.
+In safe-keeping of Alfonso, King of León, were they.
+There for the Heirs of Carrión for two days' space they stayed.
+With horses and caparisons, came the Heirs there well arrayed.
+And in close compact with them have agreed their kinsmen all,
+On the Campeador his henchmen, if in secret they might fall,
+To slay them in the meadows, because their lords were silent.
+They did not undertake it, though foul was their intent,
+For of Alfonso of León they stood in mighty dread.
+
+Watch o'er their arms they kept that night. And prayers to God
+they said.
+
+At last has night passed over, and breaketh now the dawn,
+And many worthy nobles there to the place have drawn,
+For to behold that combat, wherefore their mirth was high.
+Moreover King Alfonso above all men is by,
+Since he desireth justice and that no wrong should be done.
+The men of the good Campeador, they get their armour on.
+All three are in agreement for one lord's men are they.
+The Heirs of Carrión elsewhere have armed them for the fray.
+The Count García Ordoñez sate with them in counsel there.
+What suit they planned unto the King Alfonso they declare,
+That neither should Coláda nor Tizón share in that war,
+That in fight they might not wield them, who served the Campeador
+That the brands were given over, they deemed a bitter ill;
+Unto the King they told it. He would not do their will:
+
+"When we held the court exception unto no sword did ye take;
+But if ye have good weapons, your fortune they will make.
+For them who serve the Campeador the swords e'en so will do.
+Up, Carrión's Heirs, to battle now get you forth, ye two!
+Like noblemen this combat, ye ought duly to achieve,
+For the Campeador his henchmen naught undone therein will leave.
+If forth, ye come victorious, then great shall be your fame;
+But if that ye are vanquished, impute to us no blame.
+All know ye sought it."
+Carrión's Heirs were filled with grief each one.
+And greatly they repented the thing that they had done.
+Were it undone fain were they to give all Carrión's fee.
+
+The henchmen of the Campeador are fully armed all three.
+Now was the King Alfonso come forth to view them o'er.
+Then spake to him the henchmen that served the Campeador:
+"We kiss thy hands as vassals to their lord and master may,
+'Twixt our party and their party thou shalt be judge this day.
+For our succor unto justice but not to evil stand.
+Here Carrión's Heirs of henchmen have gathered them a band.
+What, or what not, we know not, that in secret they intend;
+But our lord in thine hand left us our safety to defend.
+For the love of the Creator justly maintain our part."
+Said then the King in answer: "With all my soul and heart."
+They brought for them the chargers of splendid strength and speed.
+They signed the cross upon the selles. They leaped upon the steed.
+The bucklers with fair bosses about their necks are cast.
+And the keen pointed lances, in the hand they grip them fast.
+Each lance for each man of the three doth its own pennon bear.
+And many worthy nobles have gathered round them there.
+To the field where were the boundaries, accordingly they went.
+The three men of the Campeador were all of one intent,
+That mightily his foeman to smite each one should ride.
+Lo! were the Heirs of Carrión upon the other side,
+With stores of men, for many of their kin were with the two.
+The King has given them judges, justice and naught else to do,
+That yea or nay they should not any disputation make.
+To them where in the field they sate the King Alfonso spake:
+"Hearken, ye Heirs of Carrión, what thing to you I say:
+In Toledo ye contrived it, but ye did not wish this fray.
+Of my lord Cid the Campeador I brought these knights all three
+To Carrión's land, that under my safe-conduct they might be.
+Wait justice. Unto evil no wise turn your intent.
+Whoso desireth evil with force will I prevent;
+Such a thing throughout my kingdom he shall bitterly bemoan."
+How downcast were the spirits of the Heirs of Carrión!
+
+Now with the King the judges have marked the boundaries out.
+They have cleared all the meadow of people roundabout.
+And unto the six champions the boundaries have they shown--
+Whoever went beyond them should be held for overthrown.
+The folk that round were gathered now all the space left clear;
+To approach they were forbiddden within six lengths of a spear.
+'Gainst the sun no man they stationed, but by lot gave each his
+place.
+Forth between them came the judges, and the foes are face to face.
+Of my lord Cid the henchmen toward the Heirs of Carrión bore,
+And Carrión's Heirs against them who served the Campeador.
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright;
+Before their breasts the bucklers with their hands have they
+gripped tight,
+The lances with the pennons now have they pointed low,
+And each bends down his countenance over the saddlebow;
+Thereon the battle-chargers with the sharp spurs smote they,
+And fain the earth had shaken where the steeds sprang away.
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright.
+Three against three together now have they joined the fight.
+Whoso stood round for certain deemed that they dead would fall.
+Per Vermudóz the challenge who delivered first of all,
+Against Ferránd Gonzálvez there face to face he sped.
+They smote each other's bucklers withouten any dread.
+There has Ferránd Gonzálvez pierced don Pero's target through.
+Well his lance-shaft in two places he shattered it in two.
+Unto the flesh it came not, for there glanced off the steel.
+Per Vermudóz sat firmly, therefore he did not reel.
+For every stroke was dealt him, the buffet back he gave,
+He broke the boss of the buckler, the shield aside he drave.
+He clove through guard and armour, naught availed the man his
+gear.
+Nigh the heart into the bosom he thrust the battle-spear.
+Three mail-folds had Ferrándo, and the third was of avail.
+Two were burst through, yet firmly held the third fold of mail.
+Ferrándo's shirt and tunic, with the unpierced iron mesh,
+A handsbreadth by Per Vermudóz were thrust into the flesh.
+And forth from his mouth straightway a stream of blood did spout.
+His saddle-girths were broken; not one of them held out.
+O'er the tail of the charger he hurled him to the ground.
+That his death stroke he had gotten thought all the folk around.
+He left the war-spear in him, set hand his sword unto.
+When Ferránd Gonzálvez saw it, then well Tizón he knew.
+He shouted, "I am vanquished," rather than the buffet bear.
+Per Vermudóz, the judges so decreeing, left him there.
+
+CLI.
+With Dídago Gonzálvez now doth don Martin close
+The spears. They broke the lances so furious were the blows.
+Martin Antolínez on sword his hand he laid.
+The whole field shone, so brilliant and flawless was the blade.
+He smote a buffet. Sidewise it caught him fair and right.
+Aside the upper helmet the glancing stroke did smite.
+It clove the helmet laces. Through the mail-hood did it fall,
+Unto the coif, hard slashing through coif and helm and all,
+And scraped the hair upon his brow. Clear to the flesh it sped.
+Of the helm a half fell earthward and half crowned yet his head.
+When the glorious Coláda such a war-stroke had let drive,
+Well knew Dídago Gonzálvez that he could not 'scape alive.
+He turned the charger's bridle rein, and right about he wheeled.
+A blade in hand he carried that he did not seek to wield.
+From Martin Antolínez welcome with the sword he got.
+With the flat Martin struck him. With the edge he smote him not.
+Thereon that Heir of Carrión, a mighty yell he gave:
+"Help me, Oh God most glorious, defend me from that glaive."
+Wheeling his horse, in terror he fled before the blade.
+The steed bore him past the boundary. On the field don Martin
+stayed.
+Then said the King: "Now hither come unto my meinie.
+Such a deed thou hast accomplished as has won this fight for
+thee."
+That a true word he had spoken so every judge deemed well.
+CLII.
+The twain had won. Now let us of Muño Gustióz tell,
+How with Ansuór Gonzálvez of himself account he gave.
+Against each other's bucklers the mighty strokes they drave.
+Was Ansuór Gonzálvez a gallant man of might.
+Against don Muño Gustióz on the buckler did he smite,
+And piercing through the buckler, right through the cuirass broke.
+Empty went the lance; his body was unwounded by the stroke.
+That blow struck, Muño Gustióz has let his buffet fly.
+Through the boss in the middle was the buckle burst thereby.
+Away he could not ward it. Through his cuirass did it dart.
+Through one side was it driven though not nigh unto the heart.
+Through the flesh of his body he thrust the pennoned spear,
+On the far side he thrust it a full fathom clear.
+He gave one wrench. Out of the selle that cavalier he threw.
+Down to the earth he cast him, when forth the lance he drew.
+And shaft and lance and pennon all crimson came they out.
+All thought that he was wounded to the death without a doubt.
+The lance he has recovered, he stood the foe above.
+Said Gonzálvo Ansuórez: "Smite him not for God his love.
+Now is won out the combat for all this game is done."
+"We have heard defeat conceded," said the judges every one.
+The good King don Alfonso bade them clear the field straightway.
+For himself he took the armour upon it yet that lay.
+In honor have departed they who serve the Campeador.
+Glory be to the Creator, they have conquered in the war.
+Throughout the lands of Carrión was sorrow at the height.
+The King my lord Cid's henchmen has sent away by night,
+That they should not be frightened or ambushed on the way,
+Like men of prudent spirit they journeyed night and day.
+Ho! in Valencia with the Cid the Campeador they stand.
+On Carrión's Heirs of knavery the three have put the brand,
+And paid the debt the lord Cid set upon them furthermore.
+On that account right merry was the Cid Campeador.
+Upon the heirs of Carrión is come a mighty smirch.
+Who flouts a noble lady and leaves her in the lurch,
+May such a thing befall him, or worse fortune let him find.
+Of Carrión's Heirs the dealings let us leave them now behind.
+For what has been vouchsafed them now were they all forlorn.
+Of this man let us make mention who in happy hour was born.
+And great are the rejoicings through Valencia the town,
+Because the Campeador his men had won such great renown.
+His beard their lord Roy Diaz hard in his hand has ta'en:
+"Thanks to the King of Heaven, well are 'venged my daughters
+twain.
+Now may they hold their Carrión lands. Their shame is wiped away.
+I will wed them in great honor, let it grieve whom it may."
+
+They of Navarre and Aragon were busied now to treat,
+And with Alfonso of León in conference they meet.
+Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra in due course wedded are.
+Great were their former matches, but these are nobler far.
+He gave with greater honor than before the twain to wed;
+He who in happy hour was born still doth his glory spread,
+Since o'er Navarre and Aragon as queens his daughters reign;
+Today are they kinswomen unto the kings of Spain.
+From him came all that honor who in good hour had birth.
+The Cid who ruled Valencia has departed from the earth
+At Pentecost. His mercy may Christ to him extend.
+To us all, just men or sinners, may He yet stand our friend.
+Lo! the deeds of the Cid Campeador! Here takes the book an end.
+
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+<p>Synopsis: The national epic of Spain, written in the twelfth<BR>
+century about Rodrigo Diaz of Bivar, conqueror of Valencia, who<BR>
+only died in 1099 but had already become a legend. Rendered into<BR>
+vigorous English rhymed couplets of seven iambic feet in 1919. <P>
+***********<P>
+Transcription by Holly Ingraham.<P>
+***********<P>
+THE LAY OF THE CID<P>
+Translated into English Verse<P>
+by<P>
+R. Selden Rose<P>
+and<P>
+Leonard Bacon<BR>
+______________________<P>
+THE CID<BR>
+Lashed in the saddle, the Cid thundered out<BR>
+To his last onset. With a strange disdain<BR>
+The dead man looked on victory. In vain<BR>
+Emir and Dervish strive against the rout.<BR>
+In vain Morocco and Biserta shout,<BR>
+For still before the dead man fall the slain.<BR>
+Death rides for Captain of the Men of Spain,<BR>
+And their dead truth shall slay the living doubt.<P>
+The soul of the great epic, like the chief,<BR>
+Conquers in aftertime on fields unknown.<BR>
+Men hear today the horn of Roland blown<BR>
+To match the thunder of the guns of France,<BR>
+And nations with a heritage of grief<BR>
+Follow their dead victorious in Romance.<BR>
+______________________<P>
+INTRODUCTION<P>
+The importance of the Cid as Spain's bulwark against the Moors of<BR>
+the eleventh century is exceeded by his importance to his modern<BR>
+countrymen as the epitome of the noble and vigorous qualities that<BR>
+made Spain great. Men&eacute;ndez y Pelayo has called him the symbol of<BR>
+Spanish nationality in virtue of the fact that in him there were<BR>
+united sobriety of intention and expression, simplicity at once<BR>
+noble and familiar, ingenuous and easy courtesy, imagination<BR>
+rather solid than brilliant, piety that was more active than<BR>
+contemplative, genuine and soberly restrained affections, deep<BR>
+conjugal devotion, a clear sense of justice, loyalty to his<BR>
+sovereign tempered by the courage to protest against injustice to<BR>
+himself, a strange and appealing confusion of the spirit of<BR>
+chivalry and plebeian rudeness, innate probity rich in vigorous<BR>
+and stern sincerity, and finally a vaguely sensible delicacy of<BR>
+affection that is the inheritance of strong men and clean blood.<BR>
+[1]<P>
+[1] Cf. Men&eacute;ndez y Pelayo, Tratado de los romances viejos, I, 315.<P>
+This is the epic Cid who in the last quarter of the eleventh<BR>
+century was banished by Alphonso VI of Castile, fought his way to<BR>
+the Mediterranean, stormed Valencia, married his two daughters to<BR>
+the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n  and defended his fair name in parliament and<BR>
+in battle.<P>
+The poet either from ignorance or choice has disregarded the<BR>
+historical significance of the campaigns of the Cid. He fails to<BR>
+mention his defeat of the threatening horde of Almoravides at the<BR>
+very moment when their victory over Alphonso's Castilians at<BR>
+Zalaca had opened to them Spain's richest provinces, and turns the<BR>
+crowning achievement of the great warrior's life into the<BR>
+preliminary to a domestic event which he considered of greater<BR>
+importance. We are grateful to him for his lack of accuracy, for<BR>
+it illustrates how men thought about their heroes in that time.<BR>
+The twelfth century Castilians would have admitted that in battle<BR>
+the Cid was of less avail than their patron James, the son of<BR>
+Zebedee, but they would have added that after all the saint was a<BR>
+Galilean and not a Spaniard.<P>
+In order then to make the Cid not merely heroic but a national<BR>
+hero he must become the possessor of attributes of greatness<BR>
+beyond mere courage. The poet therefore, probably assuming that<BR>
+his hearers were well aware of the Cid's prowess in arms, devoted<BR>
+himself to a theme of more intimate appeal. The Cid, an exile from<BR>
+Castile and flouted by his enemies at home, must vindicate<BR>
+himself. The discomfiture of the Moor is not an end in itself but<BR>
+the means of vindication and, be it said, of support. When he is<BR>
+restored to favor, the marriage of his daughters to the Heirs of<BR>
+Carri&oacute;n under Alphonso's auspices is the royal acknowledgment. The<BR>
+treachery of the heirs is the pretext for the Parliament of Toledo<BR>
+where the Cid shall appear in all the glory of triumphant<BR>
+vindication. The interest in the hecatombs of Moors and even in<BR>
+the fall of Valencia is a secondary one. What really matters is<BR>
+that the Cid's fair name be cleared of all stain of disloyalty and<BR>
+the do&ntilde;a Elvira and do&ntilde;a Sol wed worthy husbands.<P>
+This unity of plan is consistently preserved by a rearrangement of<BR>
+the true chronology of events and by the introduction of purely<BR>
+traditional episodes. The shifting of historical values may be due<BR>
+to the fact that when the poem was composed, about 1150, the power<BR>
+of the Moor had really been broken by the conquests of Ferdinand<BR>
+I, Alphonso VI, Alphonso VII and Alphonso VIII of Castile and<BR>
+alphonso I, the Battler, of Aragon. The menace was no longer felt<BR>
+with the keenness of an hundred years before. until the end of the<BR>
+tenth century the Moors had dominated the Peninsula. The growth of<BR>
+the Christian states from the heroic nucleus in northern Asturias<BR>
+was confined to the territory bordering the Bay of Biscay,<BR>
+Asturias, Santander, part of the province of Burgos, Le&oacute;n, and<BR>
+Galicia. In the East other centers of resistance had sprung up in<BR>
+Navarre, Aragon and the County of Barcelona. At the beginning of<BR>
+the eleventh century the tide turned. The progress of the<BR>
+reconquest was due as much to the disruption of Moorish unity as<BR>
+to the greater aggressiveness and closer co&ouml;peration of the<BR>
+Christian kingdoms. The end of the Caliphate of Cordova was the<BR>
+signal for the rise of a great number of mutually independent<BR>
+Moorish states. Sixty years later there were no less than twenty-<BR>
+three of them. By the middle of the following century the<BR>
+enthusiasm that had followed the first successful blows struck<BR>
+against the Moor had waned, and with it the vividness of their<BR>
+historical significance and order.<P>
+Let us look at the Cid for a moment as he was seen by a Latin<BR>
+chronicler who confesses that the purpose of his modest narrative<BR>
+was merely to preserve the memory of the Cid of history.<P>
+When Ferdinand I of Castile died under the walls of Valencia in<BR>
+1065 he divided his kingdom among his five children. To Sancho he<BR>
+left Castile, to Alphonso Le&oacute;n, to Garc&iacute;a Galicia, to 
+do&ntilde;a Urraca<BR>
+the city and lands of Zamora, and to do&ntilde;a Elvira Toro. Sancho,<BR>
+like his father, soon set about uniting the scattered inheritance.<BR>
+Ruy Diaz, a native of Bivar near Burgos, was his standard bearer<BR>
+against Alphonso at the battle of Volp&eacute;jar, aided him in the<BR>
+Galician campaign and was active at the siege of Zamora, where<BR>
+Sancho was treacherously slain. Alphonso, the despoiled lord of<BR>
+Le&oacute;n, succeeded to the throne of Castile. Ruy Diaz, now called the<BR>
+Campeador (Champion) in honor of his victory over a knight of<BR>
+Navarre, was sent with a force of men to collect the annual taxes<BR>
+from the tributary Moorish kings of Andalusia. Mudafar of Granada,<BR>
+eager to throw off the yoke of Castile, marched against the<BR>
+Campeador and the loyal Motamid of Seville, and was routed at the<BR>
+battle of Cabra. Garc&iacute;a Ordo&ntilde;ez who was fighting in the 
+ranks of<BR>
+Mudafar was taken prisoner. It was here probably that the Cid<BR>
+acquired that tuft of Garc&iacute;a's beard which he later produced with<BR>
+such convincing effect at Toledo. The Cid returned to Castile<BR>
+laden with booty and honors. The jealousy aroused by this exploit<BR>
+and by an equally successful raid against the region about Toledo<BR>
+caused the banishment of the Cid. From this time until his death<BR>
+he was ceaselessly occupied in warfare against the Moors.<P>
+The way to Valencia was beset with more and greater difficulties<BR>
+than those described in the poem. The events of the first years of<BR>
+exile are closely associated with the moorish state of Zaragoza.<BR>
+At the death of its sovereign Almoktadir bitter strife arose<BR>
+between his two sons, Almutamin in Zaragoza and Alfagib in Denia.<BR>
+The Cid and his followers cast their lot with the former, while<BR>
+Alfagib sought in vain to maintain the balance by allying himself<BR>
+with Sancho of Aragon and Berenguer of Barcelona. After a decisive<BR>
+victory in which Berenguer was taken prisoner Almutamin returned<BR>
+to Zaragoza with his champion, "honoring him above his own son,<BR>
+his realm and all his possessions, so that he seemed almost the<BR>
+lord of the kingdom." There the Cid continued to increase in<BR>
+wealth and fame at the expense of Sancho of Aragon and Alfagib<BR>
+until the death of Almutamin.<P>
+For a short time the Cid was restored to the good graces of<BR>
+Alphonso, but a misunderstanding during some joint military<BR>
+expedition brought a second decree of banishment. The Cid's<BR>
+possessions were confiscated and his wife and children cast into<BR>
+prison.<P>
+The Cid then went to the support of Alkaadir, king of Valencia. He<BR>
+defeated the threatening Almoravides flushed with their victory<BR>
+over the Castilians at Zalaca. Again he chastised Berenguer of<BR>
+Barcelona. he hastened to answer a second summons from Alphonso,<BR>
+this time to bear aid in operations in the region about Granada.<BR>
+Suspecting that Alphonso intended treachery, he with drew from the<BR>
+camp toward Valencia. With Zaragoza as his base he laid waste the<BR>
+lands of Sancho and avenged himself upon Alphonso by ravaging<BR>
+Calahorra and N&aacute;jera.<P>
+Finally in 1092 the overthrow of Alkaadir prompted him to<BR>
+interfere definitely in the affairs of Valencia. He besieged the<BR>
+city closely and captured it in 1094. There he ruled, independent,<BR>
+until his death in 1099.<P>
+Even the Moorish chroniclers of the twelfth century pay their<BR>
+tribute to the memory of the Cid by the virulence of their hatred.<BR>
+Aben Bassam wrote: "The might of this tyrant was ever growing<BR>
+until its weight was felt upon the highest peaks and in the<BR>
+deepest valleys, and filled with terror both noble and commoner. I<BR>
+have heard men say that when his eagerness was greatest and his<BR>
+ambition highest he uttered these words, 'If one Rodrigo brought<BR>
+ruin upon this Peninsula, another Rodrigo shall reconquer it!' A<BR>
+saying that filled the hearts of the believers with fear and<BR>
+caused them to think that what they anxiously dreaded would<BR>
+speedily come to pass. This man, who was the lash and scourge of<BR>
+his time, was, because of his love of glory, his steadfastness of<BR>
+character and his heroic valor, one of the miracles of the Lord.<BR>
+Victory ever followed Rodrigo's banner--may Allay curse him--he<BR>
+triumphed over the princes of the unbelievers . . . and with a<BR>
+handful of men confounded and dispersed their numerous armies.'<BR>
+[2] One can hardly look for strict neutrality in the verdicts of<BR>
+Moorish historians, but between the one extreme of fanaticism that<BR>
+led Aben Bassam elsewhere to call the Cid a robber and a Galician<BR>
+dog and the other that four centuries later urged his<BR>
+canonization, the true believer can readily discern the figure of<BR>
+a warrior who was neither saint nor bandit.<P>
+[2] Aben Bassam, Tesoro (1109), cf. Dozy, Recherches sur<BR>
+l'histoire politique et litt&eacute;raire d'Espagne pendant le Moyen Age.<BR>
+Leyden, 1849.<P>
+The deeds of such a man naturally appealed to popular imagination,<BR>
+and it is not wonderful that there were substantial accretions<BR>
+that less than a hundred years later found their way into the<BR>
+Epic. Within an astonishingly short time the purely traditional<BR>
+elements of the marriage of the Cid's daughters and the Parliament<BR>
+at Toledo became its central theme. It is probable that such a<BR>
+vital change was not entirely due to conscious art in a poet whose<BR>
+distinguishing characteristic is his very unconsciousness. From<BR>
+his minute familiarity with the topography of the country about<BR>
+Medina and Gormaz, his affection for St. Stephen's, his utter lack<BR>
+of accuracy in his description of the siege of Valencia and from<BR>
+the disproportionate prominence given to such really insignificant<BR>
+episodes as the sieges of Castej&oacute;n and Alcocer, Pidal has inferred<BR>
+that the unknown poet was himself a native of this region and that<BR>
+his story of the life of the Cid is the product of local<BR>
+tradition. [3] Moreover there is abundant evidence to prove that<BR>
+before the composition of the poem as it has come down to us, the<BR>
+compelling figure of the Cid had inspired other chants of an<BR>
+heroic if not epic nature.<P>
+[3] Cid, 1, 72-73.<P>
+ From this vigorous plant patriotic fervor and sympathetic<BR>
+imagination caused to spring a perennial growth of popular<BR>
+legends. The "General Chronicle of Alphonso the Wise," begun in<BR>
+1270, reflects the national affection for the very chattels of the<BR>
+Cid. it relates that Babi&eacute;ca passed the evening of his life in<BR>
+ease and luxury and that his seed flourished in the land.<P>
+After this constantly increasing biographical material had been<BR>
+developed and expanded through at least six chronicles and later<BR>
+epic treatment it was taken up by the ballads with a wealth of new<BR>
+episodes.  Of these one of the most interesting is the Cid's duel<BR>
+with the conde Lozano and his marriage to Ximena. The hounds of<BR>
+Diego Lainez, the Cid's father, have seized a hare belonging to<BR>
+the conde Lozano, who considers that he has been grievously<BR>
+insulted thereby. Accordingly he retaliates with slurs that can<BR>
+removed only ont he field of honor. Diego Lainez, too old to<BR>
+fight, in order to discover which one of his three sons is worthy<BR>
+of clearing the honor of the family, bites the finger of each one<BR>
+successively. The two eldest utter only cries of pain, but Rodrigo<BR>
+with great spirit threatens his father. He is chosen to fight the<BR>
+conde Lozano and slays him. Ximena demands justice for her<BR>
+father's death, and protection. Thereupon by order of King<BR>
+Ferdinand the Cid and Ximena are married. Later we have Ximena's<BR>
+complaints that her husband's activity in the field against the<BR>
+Moors have tried her spirit sorely. There are many ballads that<BR>
+treat of the arming and consecration of the Cid in newly conquered<BR>
+Coimbra, of his victory over five Moorish kings who gave him the<BR>
+name Cid (Master), and became his tributaries, of the testament of<BR>
+Ferdinand in virtue of which the Cid is made the adviser of Sancho<BR>
+and Urraca. The siege of Zamora and the death of Sancho are<BR>
+fertile topics. At the accession of Alphonso the Cid forces him to<BR>
+swear a solemn oath that he was not party to the murder of his<BR>
+brother Sancho. Finally when the Cid is independent master of<BR>
+Valencia, the Sultan of Persia, hearing of his exploits, sends him<BR>
+rich presents and a magic balsam. This the Cid drinks when he is<BR>
+at the point of death.  It preserves his dead body with such<BR>
+perfect semblance of life that, mounted on Babi&eacute;ca, he turns the<BR>
+victory of the Moor Bucar into utter rout.<P>
+Not the least curious is the legend of the Jew who having feared<BR>
+the living Cid, desired to pluck his sacred beard as he lay in<BR>
+state in St. Peter's at Cardena. "This is the body of the Cid,"<BR>
+said he, "so praised of all, and men say that while he lived none<BR>
+plucked his beard. I would fain seize it and take it in my hand,<BR>
+for since he lies here dead he shall not prevent this." The Jew<BR>
+stretched forth his hand, but ere he touched that beard the Cid<BR>
+laid his hand upon his sword Tiz&oacute;na and drew it forth from its<BR>
+scabbard a handsbreadth. When the Jew beheld this he was struck<BR>
+with mighty fear, and backward he fell in a swoon for terror. Now<BR>
+this Jew was converted and ended his days in St. Peter's, a man of<BR>
+God.<P>
+The uninitiated reader will doubtless miss in the Epic more than<BR>
+one of his most fondly cherished episodes. If he prefer the Cid of<BR>
+romance and fable, let him turn to the ballads and the Chronicle<BR>
+of the Cid. If he would cling to the punctilious, gallant hidalgo<BR>
+of the early seventeenth century, let him turn to the Cid of<BR>
+Guillem de Castro, or to Corneille's paragon. Don Quixote wisely<BR>
+said: "That there was a Cid there is no doubt, or Bernardo del<BR>
+Carpio either; but that they did the deeds men say they did, there<BR>
+is a doubt a-plenty." In the heroic heart of the Epic Cid one<BR>
+finds the simple nobility that later centuries have obscured with<BR>
+adornment.<P>
+<BR>
+______________________<P>
+<BR>
+THE LAY OF THE CID<P>
+CANTAR I<P>
+THE BANISHMENT OF THE CID<P>
+I.<BR>
+He turned and looked upon them, and he wept very sore<BR>
+As he saw the yawning gateway and the hasps wrenched off the door,<BR>
+And the pegs whereon no mantle nor coat of vair there hung.<BR>
+There perched no moulting goshawk, and there no falcon swung.<BR>
+My lord the Cid sighed deeply such grief was in his heart<BR>
+And he spake well and wisely: <BR>
+                              "Oh Thou, in Heaven that art<BR>
+Our Father and our Master, now I give thanks to Thee.<BR>
+Of their wickedness my foemen have done this thing to me."<P>
+II.<BR>
+Then they shook out the bridle rein further to ride afar.<BR>
+They had the crow on their right hand as they issued from Biv&aacute;r;<BR>
+And as they entered Burgos upon their left it sped.<BR>
+And the Cid shrugged his shoulders, and the Cid shook his head:<BR>
+"Good tidings, Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez. We are banished from our weal,<BR>
+But on a day with honor shall we come unto Castile."<P>
+III.<BR>
+Roy Diaz entered Burgos with sixty pennons strong,<BR>
+And forth to look upon him did the men and women throng.<BR>
+And with their wives the townsmen at the windows stood hard by,<BR>
+And they wept in lamentation, their grief was risen so high.<BR>
+As with one mouth, together they spake with one accord:<BR>
+"God, what a noble vassal, an he had a worthy lord.<P>
+IV.<BR>
+Fain had they made him welcome, but none dared do the thing<BR>
+For fear of Don Alfonso, and the fury of the King.<BR>
+His mandate unto Burgos came ere the evening fell.<BR>
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed well<BR>
+'That no man to Roy Diaz give shelter now, take heed<BR>
+And if one give him shelter, let him know in very deed<BR>
+He shall lose his whole possession, nay! the eyes within his head<BR>
+Nor shall his soul and body be found in better stead.'<P>
+Great sorrow had the Christians, and from his face they hid.<BR>
+Was none dared aught to utter unto my lord the Cid.<P>
+Then the Campeador departed unto his lodging straight.<BR>
+But when he was come thither, they had locked and barred the gate.<BR>
+In their fear of King Alfonso had they done even so.<BR>
+An the Cid forced not his entrance, neither for weal nor woe<BR>
+Durst they open it unto him. Loudly his men did call.<BR>
+Nothing thereto in answer said the folk within the hall.<BR>
+My lord the Cid spurred onward, to the doorway did he go.<BR>
+He drew his foot from the stirrup, he smote the door one blow.<BR>
+Yet the door would not open, for they had barred it fast.<BR>
+But a maiden of nine summers came unto him at last:<P>
+"Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the sword.<BR>
+'This the King's will. Yestereven came the mandate of our lord.<BR>
+With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed with care:<BR>
+None to ope to you or greet you for any cause shall dare.<BR>
+And if we do, we forfeit houses and lands instead.<BR>
+Nay we shall lose, moreover, the eyes within the head<BR>
+And, Cid, with our misfortune, naught whatever dost thou gain.<BR>
+But may God with all his power support thee in thy pain."<P>
+So spake the child and turned away. Unto her home went she.<BR>
+That he lacked the King's favor now well the Cid might see.<BR>
+He left the door; forth onward he spurred through Burgos town.<BR>
+When he had reached Saint Mary's, then he got swiftly down<BR>
+He fell upon his knee and prayed with a true heart indeed:<BR>
+and when the prayer was over, he mounted on the steed.<BR>
+North from the gate and over the Arlanzon he went.<BR>
+Here in the sand by Burgos, the Cid let pitch his tent.<BR>
+Roy Diaz, who in happy hour had girded on the brand,<BR>
+Since none at home would greet him, encamped there on the sand.<BR>
+With a good squadron, camping as if within the wood.<BR>
+They will not let him in Burgos buy any kind of food.<BR>
+Provender for a single day they dared not to him sell.<P>
+V.<BR>
+Good Martin Antol&iacute;nez in Burgos that did dwell<BR>
+To the Cid and to his henchmen much wine and bread gave o'er,<BR>
+That he bought not, but brought with him--of everything good<BR>
+                                                         store.<P>
+Content was the great Campeador, and his men were of good cheer.<BR>
+Spake Martin Antol&iacute;nez. His counsel you shall hear.<BR>
+"In happy hour, Cid Campeador, most surely wast thou born.<BR>
+Tonight here let us tarry, but let us flee at morn,<BR>
+For someone will denounce me, that thy service I have done.<BR>
+In the danger of Alfonso I certainly shall run.<BR>
+Late or soon, if I 'scape with thee the King must seek me forth<BR>
+For friendship's sake; if not, my wealth, a fig it is not worth.<P>
+VI.<BR>
+Then said the Cid, who in good hour had girded on the steel: <BR>
+"Oh Martin Antol&iacute;nez, thou art a good lance and leal.<BR>
+And if I live, hereafter I shall pay thee double rent,<BR>
+But gone is all my silver, and all my gold is spent.<BR>
+And well enough thou seest that I bring naught with me<BR>
+And many things are needful for my good company.<BR>
+Since by favor I win nothing by might then must I gain.<BR>
+I desire by thy counsel to get ready coffers twain.<BR>
+With the sand let us fill them, to lift a burden sore,<BR>
+And cover them with stamped leather with nails well studded o'er.<P>
+VII.<BR>
+Ruddy shall be the leather, well gilded every nail.<BR>
+In my behalf do thou hasten to Vidas and Raqu&eacute;l.<BR>
+Since in Burgos they forbade me aught to purchase, and the King<BR>
+Withdraws his favor, unto them my goods I cannot bring.<BR>
+They are heavy, and I must pawn them for whatso'er is right.<BR>
+That Christians may not see it, let them come for them by night.<BR>
+May the Creator judge it and of all the Saints the choir.<BR>
+I can no more, and I do it against my own desire."<P>
+VIII.<BR>
+Martin stayed not. Through Burgos he hastened forth, and came<BR>
+To the Castle. Vidas and Raqu&eacute;l, he demanded them by name.<P>
+IX.<BR>
+Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas sate to count their goods and profits through,<BR>
+When up came Antol&iacute;nez, the prudent man and true.<P>
+"How now Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas, am I dear unto your heart,<BR>
+I would speak close." They tarried not. All three they went apart.<BR>
+"Give me, Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas, your hands for promise sure<BR>
+That you will not betray me to Christian or to Moor.<BR>
+I shall make you rich forever. You shall ne'er be needy more.<BR>
+When to gather in the taxes went forth the Campeador,<BR>
+Many rich goods he garnered, but he only kept the best.<BR>
+Therefore this accusation against him was addressed.<BR>
+And now two mighty coffers full of pure gold hath he.<BR>
+Why he lost the King's favor a man may lightly see.<BR>
+He has left his halls and houses, his meadow and his field,<BR>
+And the chests he cannot bring you lest he should stand revealed.<BR>
+The Campeador those coffers will deliver to your trust.<BR>
+And do you lend unto him whatsoever may be just.<BR>
+Do you take the chests and keep them, but swear a great oath here<BR>
+That you will not look within them for the space of all this<BR>
+                                                            year."<P>
+The two took counsel:<BR>
+                      "Something to our profit must inure<BR>
+In all barter. He gained something in the country of the Moor<BR>
+When he marched there, for many goods he brought with him away.<BR>
+But he sleeps not unsuspected, who brings coined gold to pay.<BR>
+Let the two of us together take now the coffers twain.<BR>
+In some place let us put them where unseen they shall remain.<P>
+"What the lord Cid demandeth, we prithee let us hear,<BR>
+And what will be our usury for the space of all this year?"<P>
+Said Martin Antol&iacute;nez like a prudent man and true:<BR>
+"Whatever you deem right and just the Cid desires of you.<BR>
+He will ask little since his goods are left in a safe place.<BR>
+But needy men on all sides beseech the Cid for grace.<BR>
+For six hundred marks of money, the Cid is sore bested."<P>
+"We shall give them to him gladly," Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas said.<P>
+"'Tis night. The Cid is sorely pressed. So give the marks to us.<BR>
+Answered Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas: "Men do not traffic thus.<BR>
+But first they take their surety and thereafter give the fee."<BR>
+Said Martin Antol&iacute;nez: <BR>
+                       "So be it as for me.<BR>
+Come ye to the great Campeador for 'tis but just and fair<BR>
+That we should help you with the chests, and put them in your<BR>
+                                                            care,<BR>
+So that neither Moor nor Christian thereof shall hear the tale." <P>
+"Therewith are we right well content," said Vidas and Raqu&eacute;l,<BR>
+"You shall have marks six hundred when we bring the chests again."<P>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez rode forth swiftly with the twain.<BR>
+And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go,<BR>
+But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know<BR>
+Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent.<BR>
+When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent.<BR>
+My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he:<P>
+"Ha, don Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas, you have forgotten me!<BR>
+And now must I get hence away who am banished in disgrace,<BR>
+For the king from me in anger hath turned away his face.<BR>
+I deem that from my chattels you shall gain somewhat of worth.<BR>
+And you shall lack for nothing while you dwell upon the earth.'<P>
+A-kissing of his hands forthwith Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas fell.<BR>
+Good Martin Antol&iacute;nez had made the bargain well,<BR>
+That to him on the coffers marks six hundred they should lend.<BR>
+And keep them safe, moreover, till the year had made an end.<BR>
+For so their word was given and sworn to him again,<BR>
+If they looked ere that within them, forsworn should be the twain,<BR>
+The Cid would never give them one groat of usury.<P>
+Said Martin, "Let the chests be ta'en as swiftly as may be,<BR>
+Take them, Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas, and keep them in your care.<BR>
+And we shall even go with you that the money we may bear,<BR>
+For ere the first cock croweth must my lord the Cid depart."<P>
+At the loading of the coffers you had seen great joy of heart.<BR>
+For they could not heave the great chests up though they were<BR>
+                                                 stark and hale.<BR>
+Dear was the minted metal to Vidas and Raqu&eacute;l;<BR>
+And they would be rich forever till their two lives it were o'er<P>
+X.<BR>
+The hand of my good lord the Cid, Raqu&eacute;l had kissed once more:<BR>
+"Ha! Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.<BR>
+Forth from Castile thou goest to the men of a strange land.<BR>
+Such is become thy fortune and great thy gain shall be    <BR>
+Ah Cid, I kiss thine hands again--but make a gift to me<BR>
+Bring me a Moorish mantle splendidly wrought and red."<BR>
+"So be it. It is granted," the Cid in answer said,<BR>
+"If from abroad I bring it, well doth the matter stand;<BR>
+If not, take it from the coffers I leave here in your hand."<P>
+And then Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas bore the two chests away.<BR>
+With Martin Antol&iacute;nez into Burgos entered they.<BR>
+And with fitting care, and caution unto their dwelling sped.<BR>
+And in the midmost of the hall a plaited quilt they spread.<BR>
+And a milk-white cloth of linen thereon did they unfold.<BR>
+Three hundred marks of silver before them Martin told.<BR>
+And forthwith Martin took them, no whit the coins he weighed.<BR>
+Then other marks three hundred in gold to him they paid.<BR>
+Martin had five esquires. He loaded all and one.<BR>
+You shall hear what said don Martin when all this gear was done:<P>
+"Ha! don Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas, ye have the coffers two.<BR>
+Well I deserve a guerdon, who obtained this prize for you."<P>
+XI.<BR>
+Together Vidas and Raqu&eacute;l stepped forth apart thereon:<BR>
+"Let us give him a fair present for our profit he has won.<BR>
+Good Martin Antol&iacute;nez in Burgos that dost dwell,<BR>
+We would give thee a fair present for thou deserves well.<BR>
+Therewith get breeches and a cloak and mantle rich and fine.<BR>
+Thou hast earned it. For a present these thirty marks are thine.<BR>
+For it is but just and honest, and, moreover, thou wilt stand<BR>
+Our warrant in this bargain whereto we set our hand."<P>
+Don Martin thanked them duly and took the marks again.<BR>
+He yearned to leave the dwelling and well he wished the twain.<BR>
+He is gone out from Burgos. O'er the Arlanzon he went.<BR>
+And him who in good hour was born he found within his tent.<P>
+The Cid arose and welcomed him, with arms held wide apart:<BR>
+"Thou art come, Antol&iacute;nez, good vassal that thou art!<BR>
+May you live until the season when you reap some gain of me."<P>
+"Here have I come, my Campeador, with as good heed as might be.<BR>
+Thou hast won marks six hundred, and thirty more have I.<BR>
+Ho! order that they strike the tents and let us swiftly fly.<BR>
+In San Pedro de Carde&ntilde;as let us hear the cock ere day.<BR>
+We shall see your prudent lady, but short shall be our stay.<BR>
+And it is needful for us from the kingdom forth to wend,<BR>
+For the season of our suffrance drawns onward to its end."<P>
+XII.<BR>
+They spake these words and straightaway the tent upgathered then,<BR>
+My lord the Cid rode swiftly with all his host of men.<BR>
+And forth unto Saint Mary's the horse's head turned he,<BR>
+And with his right hand crossed himself: "God, I give thanks to<BR>
+                                                             thee<BR>
+Heaven and Earth that rulest. And thy favor be my weal<BR>
+Holy Saint Mary, for forthright must I now quit Castile.<BR>
+For I look on the King with anger, and I know not if once more<BR>
+I shall dwell there in my life-days. But may thy grace watch o'er<BR>
+My parting, Blessed Virgin, and guard me night and day.<BR>
+If thou do so and good fortune come once more in my way,<BR>
+I will offer rich oblations at thine altar, and I swear<BR>
+Most solemnly that I will chant a thousand masses there."<P>
+XIII.<BR>
+And the lord Cid departed fondly as a good man may.<BR>
+Forthwith they loosed the horses, and out they spurred away.<BR>
+Said good Martin Antol&iacute;nez in Burgos that did dwell:<BR>
+"I would see my lady gladly and advise my people well<BR>
+What they shall do hereafter. It matters not to me<BR>
+Though the King take all. Ere sunrise I shall come unto thee."<P>
+XIV.<BR>
+Martin went back to Burgos but my lord the Cid spurred on<BR>
+To San Pedro of Carde&ntilde;as as hard as horse could run,<BR>
+With all his men about him who served him as is due.<BR>
+And it was nigh to morning, and the cocks full oft they crew,<BR>
+When at last my lord the Campeador unto San Pedro came.<BR>
+God's Christian was the Abbot. Don Sancho was his name;<BR>
+And he was saying matins at the breaking of the day.<BR>
+With her five good dames in waiting Xim&eacute;na there did pray.<BR>
+They prayed unto Saint Peter and God they did implore:<BR>
+"O thou who guidest all mankind, succor the Campeador."<P>
+XV.<BR>
+One knocked at the doorway, and they heard the tidings then.<BR>
+God wot the Abbot Sancho was the happiest of men.<BR>
+With the lights and with the candles to the court they ran forth<BR>
+                                                             right,<BR>
+And him who in good hour was born they welcomed in delight.<P>
+"My lord Cid," quoth the Abbot, "Now God be praised of grace!<BR>
+Do thou accept my welcome, since I see thee in this place."<BR>
+And the Cid who in good hour was born, hereunto answered he:<P>
+"My thanks to thee, don Sancho, I am content with thee.<BR>
+For myself and for my vassals provision will I make.<BR>
+Since I depart to exile, these fifty marks now take.<BR>
+If I may live my life-span, they shall be doubled you.<BR>
+To the Abbey not a groatsworth of damage will I do.<BR>
+For my lady do I give you an hundred marks again,<BR>
+Herself, her dames and daughters for this year do you maintain.<BR>
+I leave two daughters with you, but little girls they be.<BR>
+In thine arms keep them kindly. I commend them here to thee.<BR>
+Don Sancho do thou guard them, and of my wife take care.<BR>
+If thou wantest yet and lackest for anything whate'er,<BR>
+Look well to their provision, thee I conjure once more,<BR>
+And for one mark that thou spendest the Abbey shall have four."<BR>
+And with glad heart the Abbot his full assent made plain.<BR>
+And lo! the Dame Xim&eacute;na came with her daughters twain.<BR>
+Each had her dame-in-waiting who the little maiden bore.<BR>
+And Dame Xim&eacute;na bent the knee before the Campeador.<BR>
+And fain she was to kiss his hand, and, oh, she wept forlorn!<P>
+"A boon! A boon! my Campeador. In a good hour wert thou born.<BR>
+And because of wicked slanderers art thou banished from the land.<P>
+XVI.<BR>
+"Oh Campeador fair-bearded, a favor at thy hand!<BR>
+Behold I kneel before thee, and thy daughters are here with me,<BR>
+That have seen of days not many, for children yet they be,<BR>
+And these who are my ladies to serve my need that know.<BR>
+Now well do I behold it, thou art about to go.<BR>
+Now from thee our lives a season must sunder and remove,<BR>
+But unto us give succor for sweet Saint Mary's love."<P>
+The Cid, the nobly bearded, reached down unto the twain,<BR>
+And in his arms his daughters has lifted up again,<BR>
+And to his heart he pressed them, so great his love was grown,<BR>
+And his tears fell fast and bitter, and sorely did he moan:<BR>
+"Xim&eacute;na as mine own spirit I loved thee, gentle wife;<BR>
+But o'er well dost thou behold it, we must sunder in our life.<BR>
+I must flee and thou behind me here in the land must stay.<BR>
+Please God and sweet Saint Mary that yet upon a day<BR>
+I shall give my girls in marriage with mine own hand rich and<BR>
+                                                           well,<BR>
+And thereafter in good fortune be suffered yet to dwell,<BR>
+May they grant me, wife, much honored, to serve thee then once<BR>
+                                                           more."<P>
+XVII.<BR>
+A mighty feast they had prepared for the Great Campeador<BR>
+The bells within San Pedro they clamor and they peal.<BR>
+That my lord the Cid is banished men cry throughout Castile.<BR>
+And some have left their houses, from their lands some fled away.<BR>
+Of knights an hundred and fifteen were seen upon that day,<BR>
+By the bridge across the Arlanzon together they came o'er.<BR>
+One and all were they calling on the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez has joined him with their power.<BR>
+They sought him in San Pedro, who was born in a good hour.<P>
+XVIII.<BR>
+When that his host was growing, heard the great Cid of Biv&aacute;r,<BR>
+Swift he rode forth to meet them, for his fame would spread afar.<BR>
+When they were come before him, he smiled on them again.<BR>
+And one and all drew near him and to kiss his hand were fain.<BR>
+My lord the Cid spake gladly: "Now to our God on high<BR>
+I make my supplication that ere I come to die I<BR>
+may repay your service that house and land has cost,<BR>
+And return unto you double the possession that ye lost."<P>
+My lord the Cid was merry that so great his commons grew,<BR>
+And they that were come to him they all were merry too.<P>
+Six days of grace are over, and there are left but three,<BR>
+Three and no more. The Cid was warned upon his guard to be,<BR>
+For the King said, if thereafter he should find him in the land,<BR>
+Then neither gold nor silver should redeem him from his hand.<BR>
+And now the day was over and night began to fall<BR>
+His cavaliers unto him he summoned one and all:<P>
+"Hearken, my noble gentlemen. And grieve not in your care.<BR>
+Few goods are mine, yet I desire that each should have his share.<BR>
+As good men ought, be prudent. When the cocks crow at day,<BR>
+See that the steeds are saddled, nor tarry nor delay.<BR>
+In San Pedro to say matins the Abbot good will be;<BR>
+He will say mass in our behalf to the Holy Trinity.<BR>
+And when the mass is over, from the abbey let us wend,<BR>
+For the season of our sufferance draws onward to an end.<BR>
+And it is sure, moreover, that we have far to go."<BR>
+Since so the Cid had ordered, they must do even so.<BR>
+Night passed, and came the morning. The second cock he crew;<BR>
+Forthwith upon the horses the caparisons they threw.<P>
+And the bells are rung for matins with all the haste they may.<BR>
+My lord Cid and his lady to church they went their way.<BR>
+On the steps Xim&eacute;na cast herself, that stood the shrine before,<BR>
+And to God passionately she prayed to guard the Campeador:<P>
+"Our Father who art in Heaven, such glory is in Thee!<BR>
+Thou madest firmament and earth, on the third day the sea.<BR>
+The stars and moon Thou madest, and the great sun to warm.<BR>
+In the womb of Mary Mother, Thou tookest human form.<BR>
+Thou didst appear in Bethlehem as was Thy will and choice.<BR>
+And in Thy praise and glory shepherds lifted up their voice.<BR>
+And thither to adore Thee from Arabia afar<BR>
+Came forth the three kings, Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar.<BR>
+And gold and myrrh and frankincense they proffered eagerly.<BR>
+Thou didst spare the prophet Jonah when he fell into the sea.<BR>
+And Thou didst rescue Daniel from the lions in the cave.<BR>
+And, moreover, in Rome city Saint Sebastian didst Thou save.<BR>
+ From the sinful lying witness Saint Susanna didst Thou ward.<BR>
+And years two and thirty didst Thou walk the Earth, our Lord,<BR>
+Showing, the which all men take heed, Thy miracles divine.<BR>
+Of the stone, bread Thou madest, and of the water, wine.<BR>
+Thou didst raise up Saint Lazarus according to Thy will.<BR>
+Thou didst let the Hebrews take Thee. On Calvary the hill,<BR>
+In the place Golgotha by name, Thee, Lord, they crucified.<BR>
+And the two thieves were with Thee, whom they hanged on either<BR>
+                                                            side,<BR>
+One is in heaven, the other he came not thereunto.<BR>
+A miracle most mighty on the cross there didst Thou do.<BR>
+Blind was Longinus never had seen from his birth-year.<BR>
+The side of our Lord Jesus he pierced it with the spear.<BR>
+Forth the blood issued swiftly, and ran down the shaft apace.<BR>
+It stained his hands. He raised them and put them to his face.<BR>
+Forthwith his eyes were opened and in every way might see.<BR>
+He is ransomed from destruction for he straight believed on Thee.<BR>
+ From the sepulchre Thou rosest, and into Hell didst go,<BR>
+According to Thy purpose, and its gates didst overthrow,<BR>
+To bring forth the Holy Fathers. And King of Kings Thou art,<BR>
+And of all the world the Father, and Thee with all my heart<BR>
+Do I worship and acknowledge, and further I implore<BR>
+That Saint Peter speed my prayer for the Cid Campeador,<BR>
+That God keep his head from evil; and when this day we twain<BR>
+Depart, then grant it to us that we meet in life again."<P>
+And now the prayer is over and the mass in its due course.<BR>
+ From church they came, and already were about to get to horse.<BR>
+And the Cid clasped Xim&eacute;na, but she, his hand she kissed.<BR>
+Sore wept the Dame, in no way the deed to do she wist.<BR>
+He turned unto his daughters and he looked upon the two:<BR>
+"To the Spiritual Father, have I commended you.<BR>
+We must depart. God knoweth when we shall meet again."<BR>
+Weeping most sore--for never hast thou beheld such pain <BR>
+As the nail from the flesh parteth, from each other did they part.<P>
+And Cid with all his vassals disposed himself to start,<BR>
+And as he waited for them anew he turned his head,<BR>
+Minaya AIvar Fa&ntilde;ez then in good season said:<P>
+"Cid! Where is now thy courage? Upon a happy day<BR>
+Wast thou born. Let us bethink us of the road and haste away.<BR>
+A truce to this. Rejoicing out of these griefs shall grow.<BR>
+The God who gave us spirits shall give us aid also."<P>
+Don Sancho the good Abbot, they charged him o'er again<BR>
+To watch and ward Xim&eacute;na and likewise her daughters twain,<BR>
+And the ladies that were with them. That he shall have no lack<BR>
+Of guerdon let the Abbot know. By this was he come back,<BR>
+Then out spake Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez: "Abbot, if it betide<BR>
+That men should come desirous in our company to ride,<BR>
+Bid them follow but be ready on a long road to go<BR>
+Through the sown and through the desert; they may overtake us so."<P>
+They got them upon horseback, they let the rein go slack.<BR>
+The time drew near when on Castile they needs must turn the back.<BR>
+Spinaz de Can, it was the place where the Cid did alight.<BR>
+And a great throng of people welcomed him there that night.<BR>
+On the next day at morning, he got to horse once more,<BR>
+And forth unto his exile rode the true Campeador.<BR>
+To the left of San Est&eacute;van the good town did he wheel.<BR>
+He marched through Alcobiella the frontier of Castile.<BR>
+O'er the highway to Quin&eacute;a his course then has he bent.<BR>
+Hard by Navas de Palos o'er Du&eacute;ro stream he went.<BR>
+All night at Figueru&eacute;la did my lord the Cid abide.<BR>
+And very many people welcomed him on every side..<P>
+XIX.<BR>
+When it was night the Cid lay down. In a deep sleep he fell,<BR>
+And to him in a vision came the angel Gabriel:<P>
+"Ride, Cid, most noble Campeador, for never yet did knight<BR>
+Ride forth upon an hour whose aspect was so bright.<BR>
+While thou shalt live good fortune shall be with thee and shine."<BR>
+When he awoke, upon his face he made the holy sign.<P>
+XX.<BR>
+He crossed himself, and unto God his soul commended then,<BR>
+he was glad of the vision that had come into his ken<BR>
+The next day at morning they began anew to wend.<BR>
+Be it known their term of sufferance at the last has made an end.<BR>
+In the mountains of Mi&eacute;des the Cid encamped that night,<BR>
+With the towers of Ati&eacute;nza where the Moors reign on the right.<P>
+XXI.<BR>
+'Twas not yet come to sunset, and lingered still the day.<BR>
+My lord the Cid gave orders his henchmen to array.<BR>
+Apart from the footsoldiers, and valiant men of war,<BR>
+There were three hundred lances that each a pennon bore.<P>
+XXII.<BR>
+"Feed all the horses early, so may our God you speed.<BR>
+Let him eat who will; who will not, let him get upon the steed.<P>
+We shall pass the mountain ranges rough and of dreadful height.<BR>
+The land of King Alfonso we can leave behind tonight.<BR>
+And whosoe'er will seek us shall find us ready then."<P>
+By night the mountain ranges he traversed with his men.<BR>
+Morn came. From the hills downward they were about to fare.<BR>
+In a marvelous great forest the Cid bade halt them there,<BR>
+And to feed the horses early; and he told them all aright<BR>
+In what way he was desirous that they should march by night.<BR>
+They all were faithful vassals and gave assent thereto;<BR>
+The behests of their great captain it behooved them all to do.<BR>
+Ere night, was every man of them unto the riding fit.<BR>
+So did the Cid that no man might perchance get wind of it.<BR>
+They marched all through the night-tide and rested not at all.<BR>
+Near Hen&aacute;res a town standeth that Castej&oacute;n men call.<BR>
+There the Cid went into ambush with the men of his array.<P>
+XXIII.<BR>
+He couched there in the ambush till the breaking of the day.<BR>
+This Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez had counselled and had planned:<P>
+"Ha, Cid, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand.<BR>
+Thou with an hundred henchmen shalt abide to hold the rear.<BR>
+Till we have drawn forth Castej&oacute;n unto the bushment here.<BR>
+But give me now two hundred men on a harrying raid to ride.<BR>
+We shall win much if thy fortune and our God be on our side.<P>
+"Well didst thou speak, Minaya," the Campeador he said,<BR>
+"Do thou with the two hundred ride on a harrying raid.<BR>
+With Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez, Alvar Alvarez shall advance,<BR>
+likewise Gal&iacute;nd Garc&iacute;az, who is a gallant lance.<BR>
+Let them ride beside Minaya, each valiant cavalier.<BR>
+Let them ride unfearing forward and turn from naught for fear.<BR>
+Out unto Guadalaj&aacute;ra, from Hita far and wide,<BR>
+To Alcal&aacute; the city forth let the harriers ride.<BR>
+That they bring all the booty let them be very sure,<BR>
+Let them leave naught behind them for terror of the Moor.<BR>
+Here with an hundred lances in the rear will I remain,<BR>
+And capture Castej&oacute;n good store of provender to gain.<BR>
+If thou come in any danger as thou ridest on the raid,<BR>
+Send swiftly hither, and all Spain shall say how I gave aid."<BR>
+Now all the men were chosen who on the raid should ride,<BR>
+And those who in the rearguard with the lord Cid should abide.<P>
+And now the dawn was breaking and morning coming on,<BR>
+And the sun rising. Very God! how beautifully it shone!<BR>
+All men arose in Castej&oacute;n, and wide they threw the gates;<BR>
+And forth they went to oversee their farmlands and estates.<BR>
+All were gone forth, and the gates stand open as they were thrown,<BR>
+And but a little remnant were left in Castej&oacute;n.<BR>
+Round the city were the people scattered the whole country o'er.<BR>
+Then forth out of the ambush issued the Campeador.<BR>
+And without fail round Castej&oacute;n he rushed along his way.<BR>
+The Moors, both men and women, he took them for a prey,<BR>
+And of their flocks as many as thereabouts there strayed.<BR>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo straight for the gateway made,<BR>
+And they that held it, when they saw that swift attack begin,<BR>
+Fled in great fear, and through the gates Roy Diaz entered in<BR>
+With the sword naked in his hand; and fifteen Moors he slew<BR>
+Whom he ran down. In Castej&oacute;n much gold, and silver too,<BR>
+He captured. Then unto him his knights the booty brought.<BR>
+To my lord Cid they bore it. The spoil they valued naught.<P>
+Lo! the two hundred men and three to plunder that rode out,<BR>
+Sped fearlessly, and ravaged the country roundabout.<BR>
+For the banner of Minaya unto Alcal&aacute; did gleam.<BR>
+Then they bore home the booty up the Hen&aacute;res stream<BR>
+Past Guadalaj&aacute;ra. Booty exceeding great they bore<BR>
+Of sheep and kine and vesture and of other wealth good store.<BR>
+Straightway returned Minaya. None dared the rear attack.<BR>
+With the treasure they had taken his company turned back.<BR>
+Lo, they wore come to Castej&oacute;n, where the Campeador abode.<BR>
+He left the hold well guarded. Out from the place he rode.<BR>
+With all his men about him to meet them did he come,<BR>
+And with arms wide asunder welcomed Minaya home:<P>
+"Thou art come, Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, good lance thou art indeed.<BR>
+Whereso I send thee, in such wise I well may hope to speed.<BR>
+Put straightway al] together the spoil both shine and mine;<BR>
+The fifth part of all, Minaya, an thou so desire, is thine."<P>
+XXIV.<BR>
+"Much do I thank thee for it, illustrious Campeador.<BR>
+With what thou giv'st me, the fifth part of all our spoils of war,<BR>
+The King Alfonso of Castile full well content would be.<BR>
+I renounce it in thy favor; and without a claim to thee.<BR>
+But I swear to God who dwelleth in the high firmament,<BR>
+That till upon my charger I gallop in content<BR>
+Against the Moors, and till I wield both spear and brand again,<BR>
+And till unto my elbow from the blade the blood doth drain<BR>
+Before the Cid illustrious, howe'er so small it be,<BR>
+I will not take the value of a copper groat from thee.<BR>
+When through me some mighty treasure thou hast at thy command.<BR>
+I will take thy gift; till such a time, all else is in thine<BR>
+                                                           hand."<P>
+XXV.<BR>
+They heaped the spoil together. Pondered the Cid my lord,<BR>
+He who in happy hour had girded on the sword,<BR>
+How tidings of his raiding to the King would come ere long,<BR>
+And Alfonso soon would seek him with his host to do him wrong.<BR>
+He bade his spoil-dividers make a division fair,<BR>
+And furthermore in writing give to each man his share.<BR>
+The fortune of each cavalier had sped exceeding well,<BR>
+One hundred marks of silver to each of them there fell,<BR>
+And each of the foot soldiers the half of that obtained.<BR>
+A round fifth of the treasure for my lord the Cid remained<BR>
+But here he could not sell it, nor in gifts give it away.<BR>
+No captives, men or women, he desired in his array.<BR>
+And with the men of Castej&oacute;n he spoke to this intent<BR>
+To Hita and Guadalaj&aacute;ra ambassadors he sent<BR>
+To find how high the ransom of the fifth part they would rate.<BR>
+Even as they assessed it, his profit would be great.<BR>
+Three thousand marks of silver the Moors agreed to pay.<BR>
+The Cid was pleased. And duly was it paid on the third day.<P>
+My lord the Cid determined with all his men of war<BR>
+That there within the castle they would abide no more,<BR>
+And that they would have held it, but that water sore it lacked:<P>
+"Ye Moors are friendly to the King; even so runs the pact,<BR>
+With his host will he pursue us. And I desire to flee<BR>
+ From Castej&oacute;n; Minaya and my men, so hark to me;<P>
+XXVI.<BR>
+"Nor take it ill, mine utterance. For here we cannot stay.<BR>
+The king will come to seek us, for he is not far away;<BR>
+But to destroy the castle seems in no way good to me.<BR>
+An hundred Moorish women in that place I will set free<BR>
+And of the Moors an hundred. Since there, as it befell,<BR>
+I captured them. Hereafter shall they all speak of me well.<BR>
+Ye all are paid; among you is no man yet to pay.<BR>
+Let us on the morrow morning prepare to ride away,<BR>
+For against my lord AIfonso the strife I would not stir."<P>
+What the Cid said was pleasing to his every follower.<BR>
+Rich men they all departed from the hold that they had ta'en<BR>
+And the Moors both men and women blessed them o'er and o'er again.<P>
+Up the Hen&aacute;res hastened they and hard they rode and strong.<BR>
+They passed through the Alc&aacute;rrias, and swift they marched along,<BR>
+By the Caverns of Anqu&iacute;ta they hastened on their way.<BR>
+They crossed the stream. Into Tar&aacute;nz the great plain entered they,<BR>
+And on down through that region as hard as they might fare.<BR>
+Twixt Far&iacute;za and Cet&iacute;na would the Cid seek shelter there.<BR>
+And a great spoil he captured in the country as he went,<BR>
+For the Moors had no inkling whatso'er of his intent.<BR>
+On the next day marched onward the great Cid of Biv&aacute;r,<BR>
+And he went by Alh&aacute;ma, and down the vale afar.<BR>
+And he passed Bubi&eacute;rca and At&eacute;ca likewise passed,<BR>
+And it was nigh to Alcoc&eacute;r that he would camp at last<BR>
+Upon a rounded hillock that was both strong and high.<BR>
+They could not rob him of water; the Jal&oacute;n it flowed hard by.<BR>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo planned to storm Alcoc&eacute;r.<P>
+XXVII. He pitched a strong encampment upon the hillock there,<BR>
+Some men were toward the mountains, some by the stream arrayed.<BR>
+The gallant Cid, who in good hour had girded on the blade,<BR>
+Bade his men near the water dig a trench about the height,<BR>
+That no man might surprise them by day nor yet by night.<BR>
+So might men know that there the Cid had taken up his stand.<P>
+XXVIII.<BR>
+And thereupon the tidings went out through all that land,<BR>
+How my lord Cid the Campeador had there got footing sure,<BR>
+He is gone forth from the Christians, he is come unto the Moor,<BR>
+In his presence no man dareth plough the farmlands as of yore.<BR>
+Very merry with his vassals was the great Campeador.<BR>
+And Alcoc&eacute;r the Castle wider tribute had he laid.<P>
+XXIX.<BR>
+In Alcoc&eacute;r the burghers to the Cid their tribute paid<BR>
+And all the dwellers in Terr&eacute;r and Teca furthermore.<BR>
+And the townsmen of Calatay&uacute;d, know well, it irked them sore.<BR>
+Full fifteen weeks he tarried there, but the town yielded not.<BR>
+And when he saw it forthwith the Cid devised a plot.<BR>
+Save one left pitched behind him, he struck his every tent.<BR>
+Then with his ensign lifted, down the Jal&oacute;n he went,<BR>
+With mail-shirts on and girded swords, as a wise man should him<BR>
+                                                             bear.<BR>
+To draw forth to his ambush the men of Alcoc&eacute;r.<BR>
+And when they saw it, name of God! How glad was everyone!<BR>
+"The provender and fodder of my lord the Cid are gone.<BR>
+If he leaves one tent behind him, the burden is not light<BR>
+Of the others that he beareth. He 'scapes like one in flight.<BR>
+Let us now fall upon him, great profit shall we gain.<BR>
+We shall win a mighty booty before he shall be ta'en<BR>
+By them who have their dwelling in the city of Terr&eacute;r;<BR>
+For if by chance they take him, in the spoil we shall not share.<BR>
+The tribute that he levied, double he shall restore."<P>
+Forth from the town of Alcoc&eacute;r in wild haste did they pour.<BR>
+When the Cid saw them well without he made as if he fled;<BR>
+With his whole host in confusion down the Jal&oacute;n he sped.<P>
+"The prize 'scapes," cried the townsmen. Forth rushed both great<BR>
+                                                         and small,<BR>
+In the lust of conquest thinking of nothing else at all.<BR>
+They left the gates unguarded, none watched them any more.<BR>
+And then his face upon them turned the great Campeador,<BR>
+He saw how twixt them and their hold there lay a mighty space;<BR>
+He made them turn the standard. They spurred the steeds apace.<BR>
+"Ho! cavaliers! Now swiftly let every man strike in,<BR>
+By the Creator's favor this battle we shall win."<BR>
+And there they gave them battle in the midmost of the mead.<BR>
+Ah God! is the rejoicing on this morning great indeed.<BR>
+The Cid and Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez went spurring on ahead;<BR>
+Know ye they had good horses that to their liking sped.<BR>
+'Twixt the townsmen and the castle swiftly the way they broke.<BR>
+And the Cid's henchmen merciless, came striking stroke on stroke,<BR>
+In little space three hundred of the Moors they there have slain.<BR>
+Loud was the shouting of the Moors in the ambush that were ta'en.<BR>
+But the twain left them; on they rushed. Right for the hold they<BR>
+                                                              made<BR>
+And at the gate they halted, each with a naked blade.<BR>
+Then up came the Cid's henchmen for the foe were all in flight.<BR>
+Know ye the Cid has taken Alcoc&eacute;r by such a sleight.<P>
+XXX.<BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z came thither who the Cid's flag did bear.<BR>
+On the high place of the city he lifted it in air.<BR>
+Outspoke the Cid Roy Diaz. Born in good hour was he:<P>
+"To God in Heaven and all his saints great thanks and praises be.<BR>
+We shall better now our lodging for cavalier and steed."<P>
+XXXI.<BR>
+Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez and all ye my knights, now hearken and give heed<BR>
+We have taken with the castle a booty manifold.<BR>
+Dead are the Moors. Not many of the living I behold.<BR>
+Surely we cannot sell them the women and the men;<BR>
+And as for striking off their heads, we shall gain nothing then.<BR>
+ln the hold let us receive them, for we have the upper hand.<BR>
+When we lodge within their dwellings, they shall do as we<BR>
+                                                         command."<P>
+XXXII.<BR>
+The Cid with all his booty lieth in Alcoc&eacute;r.<BR>
+He let the tent be sent for, that he left behind him there.<BR>
+It irked the men of Teca, wroth in Terr&eacute;r were they;<BR>
+Know ye on all Calatay&uacute;d sorely the thing did weigh.<BR>
+To the Sovereign of Valencia they sent the news apace:<BR>
+How that the King Alfonso hath banished in disgrace<BR>
+One whom men call my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz of Biv&aacute;r,<BR>
+He came to lodge by Alcoc&eacute;r, and strong his lodgings are.<BR>
+He drew them out to ambush; he has won the castle there.<BR>
+"If thou aidest not needs must thou lose both Teca and Terr&eacute;r,<BR>
+Thou wilt have lost Calatay&uacute;d that cannot stand alone.<BR>
+All things will go to ruin on the banks of the Jal&oacute;n,<BR>
+And round about Jil&oacute;ca on the far bank furthermore."<P>
+When the King Tam&iacute;n had heard it, his heart was troubled sore:<BR>
+"Here do I see three Moorish kings. Let two without delay<BR>
+With three thousand Moors and weapons for the fight ride there<BR>
+                                                            away;<BR>
+Likewise they shall be aided by the men of the frontier.<BR>
+See that ye take him living and bring him to me here.<BR>
+He must pay for the realm's trespass till I be satisfied."<P>
+Three thousand Moors have mounted and fettled them to ride.<BR>
+All they unto Seg&oacute;rbe have come to lodge that night.<BR>
+The next day they got ready to ride at morning light.<BR>
+In the evening unto Celfa they came the night to spend.<BR>
+And there they have determined for the borderers to send.<BR>
+Little enow they tarried; from every side they came.<BR>
+Then they went forth from Celfa (of Can&aacute;l it has its name),<BR>
+Never a whit they rested, but marched the livelong day.<BR>
+And that night unto their lodging in Calatay&uacute;d came they.<BR>
+And they sent forth their heralds through the length of all the<BR>
+                                                            land.<BR>
+A great and sovran army they gathered to their hand.<BR>
+With the two Kings F&aacute;riz and G&aacute;lve (these are the names they<BR>
+                                                            bear).<BR>
+They will besiege my noble lord the Cid in Alcoc&eacute;r.<P>
+XXXIII.<BR>
+They pitched the tents and got them to their lodging there and<BR>
+                                                             then.<BR>
+Strong grew their bands for thereabouts was found great store of<BR>
+                                                              men.<BR>
+Moreover all the outposts, which the Moors set in array,<BR>
+Marched ever hither and thither in armour night and day.<BR>
+And many are the outposts, and great that host of war.<BR>
+ From the Cid's men, of water have they cut off all the store.<BR>
+My lord the Cid's brave squadrons great lust to fight they had,<BR>
+But he who in good hour was born firmly the thing forbade.<BR>
+For full three weeks together they hemmed the city in.<P>
+XXXIV.<BR>
+When three weeks were well nigh over and the fourth would soon<BR>
+                                                           begin,<BR>
+My lord Cid and his henchmen agreed after this guise:<P>
+"They have cut us off from water; and our food must fail likewise.<BR>
+They will not grant unto us that we depart by night,<BR>
+And very great is their power for us to face and fight.<BR>
+My knights what is your pleasure, now say, that we shall do.?<BR>
+Then first outspake Minaya the good knight and the true:<P>
+"Forth from Castile the noble unto this place we sped;<BR>
+If with the Moors we fight not, they will not give us bread.<BR>
+Here are a good six hundred and some few more beside.<BR>
+In the name of the Creator let nothing else betide:<BR>
+Let us smite on them tomorrow."<P>
+                                The Campeador said he:<BR>
+"Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, thy speaking liketh me.<BR>
+Thou hast done thyself much honor, as of great need thou must."<P>
+All the Moors, men and women, he bade them forth to thrust<BR>
+That none his secret counsel might understand aright<BR>
+And thereupon they armed them all through that day and night.<BR>
+And the next day in the dawning when soon the sun should rise,<BR>
+The Cid was armed and with him all the men of his emprise.<BR>
+My lord the Cid spake to them even as you shall hear.<P>
+"Let all go forth, let no one here tarry in the rear,<BR>
+Save only two footsoldiers the gates to watch and shield.<BR>
+They will capture this our castle, if we perish in the field;<BR>
+But if we win, our fortunes shall grow both great and fair.<BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z, my banner I bid thee now to bear;<BR>
+As thou art very gallant, do thou keep it without stain.<BR>
+But unless I so shall order thou shalt not loose the rein."<P>
+He kissed the Cid's hand. Forth he ran the battle-flag to take.<BR>
+They oped the gates, and outward in a great rush did they break.<BR>
+And all the outposts of the Moor beheld them coming on,<BR>
+And back unto the army forthwith they got them gone.<BR>
+What haste there was among the Moors! To arm they turned them<BR>
+                                                           back.<BR>
+With the thunder of the war-drum the earth was like to crack.<BR>
+There might you see Moors arming, that swift their ranks did<BR>
+                                                           close.<BR>
+Above the Moorish battle two flags-in-chief arose,<BR>
+But of their mingling pennons the number who shall name?<BR>
+Now all the squadrons of the Moors marching right onward came,<BR>
+That the Cid and all his henchmen they might capture out of hand.<P>
+"My gallant men here in this place see that ye firmly stand,<BR>
+Let no man leave the war-ranks till mine order I declare."<P>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z, he found it too hard a thing to bear,<BR>
+He spurred forth with the banner that in his hand he bore:<P>
+"May the Creator aid thee, thou true Cid Campeador,<BR>
+Through the line of battle yonder thy standard I will take;<BR>
+I shall see how you bring succor, who must for honor's sake."<BR>
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity, go not to the attack."<BR>
+For answer said Per Vermud&oacute;z: "Is naught shall hold me back."<BR>
+Spurring the steed he hurled him through the strong line of the<BR>
+                                                             foes.<BR>
+The serried Moors received him and smote him mighty blows,<BR>
+To take from him the banner; yet they could not pierce his mail.<BR>
+Said the Campeador: "Of charity go help him to prevail."<P>
+XXXV.<BR>
+Before their breasts the war-shields there have they buckled<BR>
+                                                         strong,<BR>
+The lances with the pennons they laid them low along,<BR>
+And they have bowed their faces over the saddlebow,<BR>
+And thereaway to strike them with brave hearts did they go.<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born with a great voice did call:<P>
+"For the love of the Creator, smite them, my gallants ah.<BR>
+I am Roy Diaz of Biv&aacute;r, the Cid, the Campeador."<P>
+At the rank where was Per Vermud&oacute;z the mighty strokes they bore.<BR>
+They are three hundred lances that each a pennon bear.<BR>
+At one blow every man of them his Moor has slaughtered there,<BR>
+And when they wheeled to charge anew as many more were slain.<P>
+XXXV.<BR>
+You might see great clumps of lances lowered and raised again,<BR>
+And many a shield of leather pierced and shattered by the stroke,<BR>
+And many a coat of mail run through, its meshes all to-broke,<BR>
+And many a white pennon come forth all red with blood,<BR>
+And running without master full many a charger good.<P>
+Cried the Moors "Mahound!" The Christians shouted on Saint James<BR>
+                                                          of grace.<BR>
+On the field Moors thirteen hundred were slain in little space.<P>
+XXXVII.<BR>
+On his gilded selle how strongly fought the Cid, the splendid<BR>
+                                                           knight.<BR>
+And Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez who Zor&iacute;ta held of right,<BR>
+And brave Martin Antol&iacute;nez that in Burgos did abide,<BR>
+And likewise Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z, the Cid's esquire tried!<BR>
+So also Martin Gusti&oacute;z who ruled Montemay&oacute;r,<BR>
+And by Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez Alvar Alvarez made war<BR>
+And Gal&iacute;nd Garc&iacute;az the good knight that came from Aragon,<BR>
+There too came Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz the Cid his brother's son.<BR>
+As many as were gathered there straightway their succor bore,<BR>
+And they sustained the standard and the Cid Campeador.<P>
+XXXVIII.<BR>
+Of Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez the charger they have slain<BR>
+The gallant bands of Christians came to his aid amain.<BR>
+His lance was split and straightway he set hand upon the glaive,<BR>
+What though afoot, no whit the less he dealt the buffets brave.<BR>
+The Cid, Roy Diaz of Castile, saw how the matter stood.<BR>
+He hastened to a governor that rode a charger good.<BR>
+With his right hand he smote him such a great stroke with the<BR>
+                                                             sword<BR>
+That the waist he clave; the half of him he hurled unto the sward.<BR>
+To Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez forthwith he gave the steed.<BR>
+"Right arm of mine, Minaya, now horse thee with all speed!<BR>
+I shall have mighty succor from thee this very day.<P>
+The Moors leave not the battle; firm standeth their array,<BR>
+And surely it behooves us to storm their line once more."<P>
+Sword in hand rode Minaya; on their host he made great war,<BR>
+Whom he overtook soever, even to death he did.<BR>
+He who was born in happy hour, Roy Diaz, my lord Cid,<BR>
+Thrice smote against King F&aacute;riz. Twice did the great strokes fail,<BR>
+But the third found the quarry. And down his shirt of mail<BR>
+Streamed the red blood. To leave the field he wheeled his horse<BR>
+                                                              away.<BR>
+By that one stroke the foeman were conquered in the fray.<P>
+XXXIX.<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez a heavy stroke let drive<BR>
+At G&aacute;lve. On his helmet the rubies did he rive;<BR>
+The stroke went through the helmet for it reached unto the flesh.<BR>
+Be it known, he dared not tarry for the man to strike afresh.<BR>
+King F&aacute;riz and King G&aacute;lve, but beaten men are they.<BR>
+What a great day for Christendom! On every side away<BR>
+Fled the Moors. My lord Cid's henchmen still striking gave them<BR>
+                                                             chase.<BR>
+Into Terr&eacute;r came F&aacute;riz, but the people of the place<BR>
+Would not receive King G&aacute;lve. As swiftly as he might<BR>
+Onward unto Calatay&uacute;d he hastened in his flight.<BR>
+And after him in full pursuit came on the Campeador.<BR>
+Till they came unto Calatay&uacute;d that chase they gave not o'er.<P>
+XL.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez hath a horse that gallops well.<BR>
+Of the Moors four and thirty that day before him fell.<BR>
+And all his arm was bloody, for 'tis a biting sword;<BR>
+And streaming from his elbow downward the red blood poured.<BR>
+Said Minaya: "Now am I content; well will the rumor run<BR>
+To Castile, for a pitched battle my lord the Cid hath won."<BR>
+Few Moors are left, so many have already fallen dead,<BR>
+For they who followed after slew them swiftly as they fled.<BR>
+He who was born in happy hour came with his host once more.<BR>
+On his noble battle-charger rode the great Campeador.<BR>
+His coif was wrinkled. Name of God! but his great beard was fair.<BR>
+His mail-hood on his shoulders lay. His sword in hand he bare.<BR>
+And he looked upon his henchmen and saw them drawing nigh:<P>
+"Since we ha' won such a battle, glory to God on high!"<P>
+The Cid his henchmen plundered the encampment far and wide<BR>
+Of the shields and of the weapons and other wealth beside.<BR>
+Of the Moors they captured there were found five hundred steeds<BR>
+                                                           and ten.<BR>
+And there was great rejoicing among those Christian men,<BR>
+And the lost of their number were but fifteen all told.<BR>
+They brought a countless treasure of silver and of gold.<BR>
+Enriched were all those Christians with the spoil that they had<BR>
+                                                             ta'en<BR>
+And back unto their castle they restored the Moors again;<BR>
+To give them something further he gave command and bade.<BR>
+With all his train of henchmen the Cid was passing glad.<BR>
+He gave some monies, some much goods to be divided fair,<BR>
+And full an hundred horses fell to the Cid's fifth share.<BR>
+God's name! his every vassal nobly did he requite,<BR>
+Not only the footsoldiers but likewise every knight.<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born wrought well his government,<BR>
+And all whom he brought with him therewith were well content.<P>
+"Harken to me, Minaya, my own right arm art thou.<BR>
+Of the wealth, wherewith our army the Creator did endow,<BR>
+Take in thine hand whatever thou deemest good to choose.<BR>
+To Castile I fain would send thee to carry there the news<BR>
+Of our triumph. To Alphonso the King who banished me<BR>
+A gift of thirty horses I desire to send with thee.<BR>
+Saddled is every charger, each steed is bridled well.<BR>
+There hangeth a good war-sword at the pommel of each selle."<BR>
+Said Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez: "I will do it with good cheer.<P>
+XLI.<BR>
+"Of the gold and the fine silver, behold a bootful here.<BR>
+Nothing thereto is lacking. Thou shalt pay the money down<BR>
+At Saint Mary's Church for masses fifty score in Burgos town;<BR>
+To my wife and to my daughters the remainder do thou bear.<BR>
+Let them offer day and night for me continually their prayer.<BR>
+If I live, exceeding wealthy all of those dames shall be.<P>
+XLII.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, therewith content was he.<BR>
+They made a choice of henchmen along with him to ride.<BR>
+They fed the steeds. Already came on the eventide.<BR>
+Roy Diaz would decide it with his companions leal.<P>
+XLIII.<BR>
+"Dost thou then go, Minaya, to the great land of Castile<BR>
+And unto our well-wishers with a clear heart canst thou say:<BR>
+'God granted us his favor, and we conquered in the fray?'<BR>
+If returning thou shalt find us here in this place, 'tis well;<BR>
+If not, where thou shalt hear of us, go seek us where we dwell.<BR>
+For we must gain our daily bread with the lance and with the<BR>
+                                                           brand,<BR>
+Since otherwise we perish here in a barren land.<BR>
+And therefore as methinketh, we must get hence away."<P>
+XLIV.<BR>
+So was it, and Minaya went at the break of day.<BR>
+But there behind the Campeador abode with all his band.<BR>
+And waste was all the country, an exceeding barren land.<BR>
+Each day upon my lord the Cid there in that place they spied,<BR>
+The Moors that dwelt on the frontier and outlanders beside.<BR>
+Healed was King F&aacute;riz. With him they held a council there,<BR>
+The folk that dwelt in Teca and the townsmen of Terr&eacute;r,<BR>
+And the people of Calatay&uacute;d, of the three the fairest town.<BR>
+In such wise have they valued it and on parchment set it down<BR>
+That for silver marks three thousand Alcoc&eacute;r the Cid did sell.<P>
+XLV.<BR>
+Roy Diaz sold them Alcoc&eacute;r. How excellently well<BR>
+He paid his vassals! Horse and foot he made them wealthy then,<BR>
+And a poor man you could not find in all his host of men.<BR>
+In joy he dwelleth aye who serves a lord of noble heart.<P>
+XLVI.<BR>
+When my lord the Cid was ready from the Castle to depart,<BR>
+The Moors both men and women cried out in bitter woe:<BR>
+"Lord Cid art thou departing? Still may our prayers go<BR>
+Before thy path, for with thee we are full well content."<BR>
+For my lord the great Cid of Biv&aacute;r, when from Alcoc&eacute;r 
+he went,<BR>
+The Moors both men and women made lamentation sore.<BR>
+He lifted up the standard, forth marched the Campeador.<BR>
+Down the Jal&oacute;n he hastened, on he went spurring fast.<BR>
+He saw birds of happy omen, as from the stream he passed.<BR>
+Glad were the townsmen of Terr&eacute;r that he had marched away,<BR>
+And the dwellers in Calatay&uacute;d were better pleased than they.<BR>
+But in the town of Alcoc&eacute;r 'twas grief to all and one,<BR>
+For many a deed of mercy unto them the Cid had done.<BR>
+My lord the Cid spurred onward. Forward apace he went;<BR>
+'Twas near to the hill Monre&aacute;l that he let pitch his tent.<BR>
+Great is the hill and wondrous and very high likewise.<BR>
+Be it known from no quarter doth he need to dread surprise.<BR>
+And first he forced Dor&oacute;ca tribute to him to pay,<BR>
+And then levied on Mol&iacute;na on the other side that lay,<BR>
+Teru&eacute;l o'er against him to submit he next compelled<BR>
+And lastly Celfa de Can&aacute;l within his power he held.<P>
+XLVII.<BR>
+May my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz, at all times God's favor feel.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez has departed to Castile.<BR>
+To the King thirty horses for a present did he bring.<BR>
+And when he had beheld them beautifully smiled the King:<BR>
+"Who gave thee these, Minaya, so prosper thee the Lord?"<BR>
+"Even the Cid Roy Diaz, who in good hour girded sword.<BR>
+Since you banished him, by cunning has he taken Alcoc&eacute;r.<BR>
+To the King of Valencia the tidings did they bear.<BR>
+He bade that they besiege him; from every water-well<BR>
+They cut him off. He sallied forth from the citadel,<BR>
+In the open field he fought them, and he beat in that affray<BR>
+Two Moorish kings he captured, sire, a very mighty prey.<BR>
+Great King, this gift he sends thee. Thine hands and feet also<BR>
+He kisses. Show him mercy; such God to thee shall show."<BR>
+Said the King:<BR>
+               "'Tis over early for one banished, without grace<BR>
+In his lord's sight, to receive it at the end of three week's<BR>
+                                                           space.<BR>
+But since 'tis Moorish plunder to take it I consent.<BR>
+That the Cid has taken such a spoil, I am full well content.<BR>
+Beyond all this. Minaya. thine exemption I accord,<BR>
+For all thy lands and honors are unto thee restored.<BR>
+Go and come! Henceforth my favor I grant to thee once more.<BR>
+But to thee I say nothing of the Cid Campeador.<P>
+XLVIII.<BR>
+"Beyond this, Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, I am fain to tell it thee<BR>
+That whosoever in my realm in that desire may be,<BR>
+Let them, the brave and gallant, to the Cid betake them straight.<BR>
+I free them and exempt them both body and estate."<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez has kissed the King's hands twain:<P>
+"Great thanks, as to my rightful lord I give thee, King, again.<BR>
+This dost thou now, and better yet as at some later hour.<BR>
+We shall labor to deserve it, if God will give us power."<BR>
+Said the King: "Minaya, peace for that. Take through Castile thy<BR>
+                                                               way.<BR>
+None shall molest. My lord the Cid seek forth without delay."<P>
+XLIX.<BR>
+Of him I fain would tell you in good hour that girt the blade.<BR>
+The hill, where his encampment in that season he had made,<BR>
+While the Moorish folk endureth, while there are Christians still,<BR>
+Shall they ever name in writing 'My Lord the Cid, his Hill.'<BR>
+While he was there great ravage in all the land he made,<BR>
+Under tribute the whole valley of the Martin he laid.<BR>
+And unto Zaragoza did the tidings of him go,<BR>
+Nor pleased the Moors; nay rather they were filled with grievous<BR>
+                                                               woe.<BR>
+For fifteen weeks together my lord Cid there did stay.<BR>
+When the good knight saw how greatly Minaya did delay,<BR>
+Then forth with all his henchmen on a night march he tried.<BR>
+And he left all behind him, and forsook the mountain side,<BR>
+Beyond the town of Teru&eacute;l good don Rodrigo went.<BR>
+In the pine grove of T&eacute;var Roy Diaz pitched his tent.<BR>
+And all the lands about him he harried in the raid,<BR>
+And on Zaragoza city a heavy tribute laid.<P>
+When this he had accomplished and three weeks had made an end,<BR>
+Out of Castile Minaya unto the Cid did wend.<BR>
+Two hundred knights were with him that had belted on the brands.<BR>
+Know ye well that there were many foot-soldiers in his bands.<BR>
+When the Cid saw Minaya draw near unto his view,<BR>
+With his horse at a full gallop to embrace the man he flew.<BR>
+He kissed his mouth, his very eyes in that hour kissed the Cid.<BR>
+And then all things he told him, for naught from him he hid.<BR>
+Then beautifully upon him smiled the good Campeador:<BR>
+"God and his righteousness divine be greatly praised therefor.<BR>
+While thou shalt live, Minaya, well goeth this my game."<P>
+L.<BR>
+God! How happy was the army that thus Minaya came,<BR>
+For of them they left behind them he brought the tidings in,<BR>
+ From comrade and from brethren and the foremost of their kin.<P>
+LI.<BR>
+But God! What a glad aspect the Cid fair-bearded wore<BR>
+That duly had Minaya paid for masses fifty score,<BR>
+And of his wife and daughters all of the state displayed!<BR>
+God! How content was he thereat! What noble cheer he made!<P>
+"Ha! Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, many now may thy life-days be.<BR>
+What fair despatch thou madest! Thou art worth more than we."<P>
+LII.<BR>
+And he who in good hour was born tarried in no way then,<BR>
+But he took knights two hundred, and all were chosen men;<BR>
+And forth when fell the evening a-raiding did they haste.<BR>
+At Alca&ntilde;iz the meadows the Campeador laid waste,<BR>
+And gave all places round about to ravage and to sack.<BR>
+On the third day to whence he came the Cid again turned back.<P>
+LIII.<BR>
+Thro' all the country roundabout have the tidings of them flown.<BR>
+It grieved the men of Hu&eacute;sca and the people of Monz&oacute;n.<BR>
+Glad were they in Zaragoza since the tribute they had paid,<BR>
+For outrage at Roy Diaz's hand no whit were they afraid.<P>
+LIV.<BR>
+Then back to their encampment they hastened with their prey.<BR>
+All men were very merry for a mighty spoil had they.<BR>
+The Cid was glad exceeding; Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez liked it well.<BR>
+But the great Cid smiled, for there at ease he could not bear to<BR>
+                                                            dwell.<P>
+"Ha! All my knights, unto you the truth will I confess:<BR>
+Who still in one place tarries, his fortune will grow less.<BR>
+Let us tomorrow morning prepare to ride apace,<BR>
+Let us march and leave forever our encampment in this place."<BR>
+Unto the pass of Aluc&aacute;t the lord Cid got him gone.<BR>
+Then to Hu&eacute;sca and to Montalban he hastily marched on.<BR>
+And ten full days together on that raid they were to ride.<BR>
+The tidings to all quarters went flying far and wide,<BR>
+how that the Exile from Castile great harm to them had done.<P>
+LV.<BR>
+Afar into all quarters did the tidings of him run.<BR>
+They brought the message to the Count of Barcelona's hand,<BR>
+How that the Cid Roy Diaz was o'errunning all the land.<BR>
+He was wroth. For a sore insult the tiding did he take.<P>
+LVI.<BR>
+The Count was a great braggart and an empty word he spake:<BR>
+"Great wrongs he put upon me, he of Biv&aacute;r, the Cid.<BR>
+Within my very palace much shame to me he did:<BR>
+He gave no satisfaction though he struck my brother's son;<BR>
+And the lands in my keeping now doth he over-run.<BR>
+I challenged him not; our pact of peace I did not overthrow;<BR>
+But since he seeks it of me, to demand it I will go."<P>
+He gathered the his powers that were exceeding strong,<BR>
+Great bands of Moors and Christians to his array did throng.<BR>
+After the lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r they went upon their way,<BR>
+Three nights and days together upon the march were they.<BR>
+At length in T&eacute;var's pine grove the Cid they have o'erta'en.<BR>
+So strong were they that captive to take him were they fain.<P>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo bearing great spoil he went.<BR>
+ From the ridge unto the valley he had finished the descent.<BR>
+And in that place they bore him Count don Rem&oacute;nd his word.<BR>
+My lord Cid sent unto him when the message he had heard:<P>
+"Say to the Count that it were well his anger now should cease.<BR>
+No goods of his I carry. Let him leave me in peace."<P>
+Thereto the Count gave answer: "Not so the matter ends.<BR>
+For what was and is of evil he shall make me full amends.<BR>
+The Exile shall know swiftly whom he has sought to slight."<P>
+Back hastened the ambassador as swiftly as he might.<BR>
+And then my lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r knew how the matter lay,<BR>
+And that without a battle they could not get away.<P>
+LVII.<BR>
+"Ha! lay aside your booty now, every cavalier,<BR>
+And take in hand your weapons, and get on your battle-gear.<BR>
+Count don Rem&oacute;nd against us will deliver battle strong;<BR>
+Great bands of Moors and Christians he brings with him along.<BR>
+He will not for any reason without fighting let us go.<BR>
+Here let us have the battle since they pursue us so.<BR>
+So get you on your armour and girth the horses tight.<BR>
+Down the hill they come in hosen and their saddles are but light,<BR>
+And loose their girths. Each man of us has a Galician selle,<BR>
+And moreover with the jackboots are our hosen covered well.<BR>
+We should beat them though we numbered but fivescore cavaliers.<BR>
+Before they reach the level, let us front them with the spears.<BR>
+For each you strike three saddles thereby shall empty go.<BR>
+Who was the man he hunted, Rem&oacute;nd Berengu&eacute;l shall know<BR>
+This day in T&eacute;var's pine grove, who would take from me my prey."<P>
+LVIII.<BR>
+When thus the Cid had spoken, were all in good array;<BR>
+They had taken up their weapons and each had got to horse.<BR>
+They beheld the Frankish army down the hill that held its course.<BR>
+And at the end of the descent, close to the level land,<BR>
+The Cid who in good hour was born, to charge them gave command.<BR>
+And this did his good henchmen perform with all their heart;<BR>
+With the pennons and the lances they nobly played their part,<BR>
+Smiting at some, and others overthrowing in their might.<BR>
+He who was born in happy hour has conquered in the fight.<BR>
+There the Count don Rem&oacute;nd he took a prisoner of war,<BR>
+And Col&aacute;da the war-falchion worth a thousand marks and more.<P>
+LIX.<BR>
+By the victory there much honor unto his beard he did.<BR>
+And then the Count to his own tent was taken by the Cid.<BR>
+He bade his squires guard him. From the tent he hastened then.<BR>
+ From every side together about him came his men.<BR>
+The Cid was glad, so mighty were the spoils of that defeat.<BR>
+For the lord Cid don Rodrigo they prepared great stock of meat.<BR>
+But namely the Count don Rem&oacute;nd, thereby he set no store.<BR>
+To him they brought the viands, and placed them him before.<BR>
+He would not eat, and at them all he mocked with might and main:<P>
+"I will not eat a mouthful for all the wealth in Spain;<BR>
+Rather will I lose my body and forsake my soul forby,<BR>
+Since beaten in the battle by such tattered louts was I."<P>
+LX.<BR>
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz you shall hearken what he said:<BR>
+"Drink of the wine I prithee, Count, eat also of the bread.<BR>
+If this thou dost, no longer shalt thou be a captive then;<BR>
+If not, then shalt thou never see Christendom again."<P>
+LXI.<BR>
+"Do thou eat, don Rodrigo, and prepare to slumber sweet.<BR>
+For myself I will let perish, and nothing will I eat."<BR>
+And in no way were they able to prevail till the third day,<BR>
+Nor make him eat a mouthful while they portioned the great prey.<P>
+LXII.<BR>
+"Ho! Count, do thou eat somewhat," even so my lord Cid spoke,<BR>
+"If thou dost not eat, thou shalt not look again on Christian<BR>
+                                                            folk;<BR>
+If in such guise thou eatest that my will is satisfied,<BR>
+Thyself, Count, and, moreover, two noblemen beside<BR>
+Will I make free of your persons and set at liberty."<P>
+And when the Count had heard it exceeding glad was he.<BR>
+"Cid, if thou shalt perform it, this promise thou dost give,<BR>
+Thereat I much shall marvel as long as I shall live."<BR>
+"Eat then, oh Count; when fairly thy dinner thou hast ta'en<BR>
+I will then set at liberty thee and the other twain.<BR>
+But what in open battle thou didst lose and I did earn,<BR>
+Know that not one poor farthing's worth to thee will I return,<BR>
+For I need it for these henchmen who hapless follow me.<BR>
+They shall be paid with what I win from others as from thee.<BR>
+With the Holy Father's favor we shall live after this wise,<BR>
+Like banished men who have not any grace in the King's eyes."<P>
+Glad was the Count. For water he asked his hands to lave.<BR>
+And that they brought before him, and quickly to him gave.<BR>
+The Count of Barcelona began to eat his fill<BR>
+With the men the Cid had given him, and God! with what a will!<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born unto the Count sate near:<P>
+"Ha! Count, if now thou dinest not with excellent good cheer,<BR>
+And to my satisfaction, here we shall still delay,<BR>
+And we twain in no manner shall go forth hence away."<BR>
+Then said the Count: "Right gladly and according to my mind! "<BR>
+With his two knights at that season in mighty haste he dined.<BR>
+My lord the Cid was well content that all his eating eyed,<BR>
+For the Count don Rem&oacute;nd his hands exceeding nimbly plied.<P>
+"If thou art pleased, my lord the Cid, in guise to go are we.<BR>
+Bid them bring to us our horses; we will mount speedily.<BR>
+Since I was first Count, never have I dined with will so glad,<BR>
+Nor shall it be forgotten what joy therein I had."<P>
+They gave to them three palfreys. Each had a noble selle.<BR>
+Good robes of fur they gave them, and mantles fair as well.<BR>
+Count don Rem&oacute;nd rode onward with a knight on either side.<BR>
+To the camp's end the Castilian along with them did ride.<P>
+"Ha! Count, forth thou departest to freedom fair and frank;<BR>
+For what thou hast left with me I have thee now to thank.<BR>
+If desire to avenge it is present to thy mind,<BR>
+Send unto me beforehand when thou comest me to find.<BR>
+Either that thou wilt leave thy goods or part of mine wilt seize."<P>
+"Ha! my lord Cid, thou art secure, be wholly at thine ease.<BR>
+Enough have I paid to thee till all this year be gone.<BR>
+As for coming out to find thee, I will not think thereon."<P>
+LXIII.<BR>
+The Count of Barcelona spurred forth. Good speed he made.<BR>
+Turning his head he looked at them, for he was much afraid<BR>
+Lest my lord the Cid repent him; the which the gallant Cid<BR>
+Would not have done for all the world. Base deed he never did.<BR>
+The Count is gone. He of Biv&aacute;r has turned him back again;<BR>
+He began to be right merry, and he mingled with his train.<BR>
+Most great and wondrous was the spoil that they had won in war,<BR>
+So rich were his companions that they knew not what they bore.<P>
+<BR>
+CANTAR II<P>
+THE MARRIAGE OF THE CID'S DAUGHTERS<P>
+LXIV.<BR>
+Here of my lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r begins anew the Song.<BR>
+Within the pass of Aluc&aacute;t my lord Cid made him strong,<BR>
+He has left Zaragoza and the lands that near it lie,<BR>
+And all the coasts of Montalban and Hu&eacute;sca he passed by,<BR>
+And unto the salt ocean he began the way to force.<BR>
+In the East the sun arises; thither he turned his course.<BR>
+On J&eacute;rica and Almen&aacute;r and Onda he laid hand,<BR>
+Round about B&oacute;rriana he conquered all the land.<P>
+LXV.<BR>
+God helped him, the Creator in Heaven that doth dwell<BR>
+Beside these Murvi&eacute;dro hath the Cid ta'en as well.<BR>
+Then that the Lord was on his side, the Cid beheld it clear.<BR>
+In the city of Valencia arose no little fear.<P>
+LXVI.<BR>
+It irked them in Valencia. It gave them no delight,<BR>
+Be it known; that to surround him they planned. They marched by<BR>
+                                                             night<BR>
+They pulled up at Murvi&eacute;dro to camp as morning broke.<BR>
+My lord the Cid beheld it and wondering much he spoke:<BR>
+"Father in Heaven, mighty thanks must I now proffer Thee.<BR>
+In their lands we dwell and do them every sort of injury;<BR>
+And we have drunk their liquor, of their bread our meal we make.<BR>
+If they come forth to surround us, justly they undertake.<BR>
+Without a fight this matter will in no way be a-paid.<BR>
+Let messengers go seek them who now should bear us aid;<BR>
+Let them go to them in J&eacute;rica and Aluc&aacute;t that are<BR>
+And thence to Onda. Likewise let them go to Almen&aacute;r.<BR>
+Let the men of B&oacute;rriana hither at once come in.<BR>
+In this place a pitched battle we shall certainly begin.<BR>
+I trust much will be added to our gain in this essay."<P>
+They all were come together in his host on the third day.<BR>
+And he who in good hour was born 'gan speak his meaning clear:<P>
+"So may the Creator aid us, my gallants hark and hear.<BR>
+Since we have left fair Christendom--We did not as we would;<BR>
+We could no other--God be praised our fortune has been good.<BR>
+The Valencians besiege us. If here we would remain,<BR>
+They must learn of us a lesson excelling in its pain.<P>
+LXVII.<BR>
+"Let the night pass and morning come. Look that ye ready be<BR>
+With arms and horses. We will forth that host of theirs to see.'.<BR>
+Like men gone out in exile into a strange empire,<BR>
+There shall it be determined who is worthy of his hire."<P>
+VIII.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, hark what he said thereto:<BR>
+"Ho! Campeador, thy pleasure in all things may we do.<BR>
+Give me of knights an hundred, I ask not one other man.<BR>
+And do thou with the others smite on them in the van<BR>
+While my hundred storm their rearward, upon them thou shalt<BR>
+                                                         thrust--<BR>
+Ne'er doubt it. We shall triumph as in God is all my trust."<BR>
+Whatsoever he had spoken filled the Cid with right good cheer<P>
+And now was come the morning, and they donned their battle gear.<BR>
+What was his task of battle every man of them did know.<BR>
+At the bleak of day against them forth did the lord Cid go.<BR>
+"In God's name and Saint James', my knights, strike hard into the<BR>
+                                                               war,<BR>
+And manful. The lord Cid am I, Roy Diaz of Biv&aacute;r!"<P>
+You might see a many tent-ropes everywhither broken lie,<BR>
+And pegs wrenched up; the tent-posts on all sides leaned awry.<BR>
+The Moors were very many. To recover they were fain,<BR>
+But now did Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez on their rearward fall amain.<BR>
+Though bitterly it grieved them, they had to fly and yield.<BR>
+Who could put trust in horsehoofs, and forthwith fled the field.<BR>
+Two kings of the Moriscos there in the rout they slew;<BR>
+And even to Valencia the chase did they pursue.<BR>
+And mighty is the booty my lord the Cid had ta 'en.<BR>
+They ravaged all the country and then turned back again.<BR>
+They brought to Murvi&eacute;dro the booty of the foes.<BR>
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that arose.<BR>
+Ceb&oacute;lla have they taken and all the lands anear.<BR>
+In Valencia they knew not what to do for very fear.<BR>
+Of my lord Cid the great tidings, be it known, on all sides<BR>
+spread.<P>
+LXIX.<BR>
+His renown afar is spreading. Beyond the sea it sped.<BR>
+Glad were the companies the Cid a glad man was he<BR>
+That God had given him succor and gained that victory.<BR>
+And they sent forth their harriers. By night they marched away,<BR>
+They reached unto Cull&eacute;ra, and to J&aacute;tiva came they.<BR>
+And ever downward even to D&eacute;nia town they bore.<BR>
+And all the Moorish country by the sea he wasted sore.<BR>
+Pe&ntilde;acad&eacute;ll, outgoing and entrance, have they ta'en.<P>
+LXX.<BR>
+When the Cid took Pe&ntilde;acad&eacute;ll, it was great grief and pain<BR>
+To them who in Cull&eacute;ra and in J&aacute;tiva did dwell,<BR>
+And sorrow without measure in Valencia befell.<P>
+LXXI.<BR>
+Three years those towns to conquer in the Moorish land he bode,<BR>
+Winning much; by day he rested, and at night was on the road.<P>
+LXXll.<BR>
+On the dwellers in Valencia they wrought chastisement sore,<BR>
+ From the town they dared not sally against him to make war.<BR>
+He harried all their gardens and a mighty ruin made;<BR>
+And all those years their harvest in utter waste he laid.<BR>
+Loud lamented the Valencians, for sore bested they were,<BR>
+Nor could find in any quarter any sort of provender;<BR>
+Nor could the father aid the son, nor the son aid the sire,<BR>
+Nor comrade comfort comrade. Gentles, 'tis hardship dire<BR>
+To lack for bread, and see our wives and children waste away.<BR>
+They saw their own affliction and no hope of help had they.<P>
+To the King of Morocco had they sent the tidings on.<BR>
+'Gainst the lord of Montes Claros on a great war was he gone.<BR>
+He counselled not. He came not to aid them in the war.<P>
+My lord the Cid had heard it. His heart was glad therefor;<BR>
+And forth from Murvi&eacute;dro he marched away by night.<BR>
+He was in the fields of Monre&aacute;l at the breaking of the light.<BR>
+Through Aragon the tidings he published, and Navarre,<BR>
+And through the Marches of Castile he spread the news afar:<BR>
+Who poverty would put away and riches would attain,<BR>
+Let him seek the Cid, whoever of a soldier's life is fain.<BR>
+Valencia to beleaguer he desireth to go down,<BR>
+That he may unto the Christians deliver up the town<P>
+LXXIII.<BR>
+"Valencia to beleaguer, who fain would march with me<BR>
+Let none come hither to me, if his choice be not free.<BR>
+Is nought that may compel him along with me to fare--<BR>
+Can&aacute;l de Celfa for three days I will tarry for him there."<P>
+LXXIV.<BR>
+So my lord Cid hath spoken, the loyal Campeador.<BR>
+He turned back to Murviedo that he had ta'en in war.<BR>
+Be it known into all quarters went the word forth. None were fain<BR>
+To delay who smelt the plunder. Crowds thronged to him amain,<BR>
+Good christened folk, and ringing went his tidings far and wide;<BR>
+And more men came unto him than departed from his side.<BR>
+He of Biv&aacute;r, my lord the Cid, great growth of riches had.<BR>
+When he saw the bands assembled, he began to be right glad.<BR>
+My lord Cid, don Rodrigo, for nothing would delay.<BR>
+He marched against Valencia and smote on it straightway.<BR>
+Well did the Cid surround it; till the leaguer closed about.<BR>
+He thwarted their incomings, he checked their goings out.<BR>
+To seek for alien succor he gave them time of grace;<BR>
+And nine full months together he sat down before the place,<BR>
+And when thc tenth was coming, to yield it were they fain.<P>
+And great was the rejoicing in the city that did reign,<BR>
+When the lord Cid took Valencia and within the town had won.<BR>
+All of his men were cavaliers that erst afoot had gone.<BR>
+Who the worth of gold and silver for your pleasure could declare?<BR>
+They all were rich together as many as were there.<BR>
+For himself the Cid Rodrigo took the fifth part of all,<BR>
+And coined marks thirty thousand unto his share did fall.<BR>
+Who could tell the other treasure? Great joy the Cid befell<BR>
+And his men, when the flag-royal tossed o'er the citadel.<P>
+LXXV.<BR>
+The Cid and his companions they rested in the place<BR>
+Unto the King of Seville the tiding came apace:<BR>
+Ta'en is Valencia city; for him 'tis held no more.<P>
+With thirty thousand armed men he came to look them o'er.<BR>
+Nigh to the plain a battle they pitched both stiff and strong.<BR>
+But the lord Cid long-bearded hath overthrown that throng.<BR>
+And even unto J&aacute;tiva in a long rout they poured.<BR>
+You might have seen all bedlam on the Jucar by the ford,<BR>
+For there the Moors drank water but sore against their will.<BR>
+With bet thee strokes upon him 'scaped the Sovereign of Seville.<BR>
+And then with all that booty the Cid came home again.<BR>
+Great was Valencia's plunder what time the town was ta'en,<BR>
+But that the spoils of that affray were greater yet, know well.<BR>
+An hundred marks of silver to each common soldier fell.<BR>
+How had shed that noble's fortune now lightly may you guess.<P>
+LXXVI.<BR>
+There was among those Christians excelling happiness<BR>
+For my lord Roy Diaz that was born in a season of good grace.<BR>
+And now his beard was growing; longer it grew apace.<BR>
+For this the Cid had spoken, this from his mouth said he,<BR>
+"By my love for King Alphonso the king who banished me,"<BR>
+That the shears should not shear it, nor a single hair dispart,<BR>
+That so the Moors and Christians might ponder it at heart.<P>
+And resting in Valencia did the lord Cid abide,<BR>
+With Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez who would not leave his side.<BR>
+They who went forth to exile of riches had good store.<BR>
+To all men in Valencia, the gallant Campeador<BR>
+Gave houses and possessions whereof they were right glad.<BR>
+All men of the Cid's bounty good testimony had.<BR>
+And of them that had come later well content was every one.<BR>
+My lord Cid saw it plainly that they fain would get them gone,<BR>
+With the goods that they had taken, if unhindered they might go.<BR>
+The lord Cid gave his order (Minaya counselled so)<BR>
+That if any man that with him in richer case did stand<BR>
+Should take his leave in secret and fail to kiss his hand,<BR>
+If they might overtake him and catch him as he fled,<BR>
+They would seize his goods and bring him unto the gallows-head.<BR>
+Lo! was it well looked after. Counsel he took again<BR>
+With Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez "An it be that thou art fain,<BR>
+Gladly would I know, Minaya, what may the number be<BR>
+Of my henchmen, as at present, that have gained aught by me.<BR>
+I shall set it down in writing. Let them well the number scan,<BR>
+Lest one depart in secret and I should miss the man.<BR>
+To me and my companions his goods shall be restored,<BR>
+All they who guard Valencia and keep the outer ward.<P>
+"The measure is well counselled," said Minaya therewithal.<P>
+LXXVII.<BR>
+He bade them meet together at the palace, in the hall.<BR>
+When he found them met together he had them numbered o'er.<BR>
+Biv&aacute;r's great Cid had with him thousands three, and thirty score.<BR>
+His heart was glad within him, and a smile was on his face.<BR>
+"Thanks be to God, Minaya, and to Mary Mother's grace.<BR>
+Out from Biv&aacute;r the city we led a lesser power.<BR>
+Wealth have we, and shall have greater as at some later hour.<P>
+"Minaya, if it please thee, if it seemeth good to thee,<BR>
+To Castile I fain would send thee, where our possessions be,<BR>
+Unto the King Alphonso that is my lord by right.<BR>
+Out of the mighty plunder we won here in the fight<BR>
+I would give him five score horses, the which to him now take;<BR>
+kiss thou his hand and earnestly plead with him for the sake<BR>
+Of my wife Xim&eacute;na and the twain, maids of my blood that be,<BR>
+If yet it be his pleasure that they be brought to me.<P>
+I will send for them. But be it known how this my message runs:<BR>
+The lady of my lord the Cid and her maids, my little ones,<BR>
+Men shall seek for in such fashion that<BR>
+They shall come to the strange country we have conquered by our<BR>
+might."<P>
+To him Minaya answered: "Yea and with right good heart."<BR>
+After they thus had spoken they got ready to depart.<BR>
+The Cid to Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez an hundred men decreed<BR>
+To do his will, and serve him on the journey at his need.<BR>
+And he bade give to San Pedro marks of silver fifty score,<BR>
+And beside to Abbot Sancho a full five hundred morn<P>
+LXXVIII.<BR>
+Of these things while they were joyous, came thither from the<BR>
+                                                            East,<BR>
+A clerk, the Bishop don Jerome, so all men called that priest.<BR>
+Excelling was his knowledge, and prudent was his rede,<BR>
+'Twas a mighty man of valor afoot or on the steed.<BR>
+Of the Cid's deeds the tidings he was seeking to procure,<BR>
+And he yearned sore, ever sighing for battle with the Moor.<BR>
+If his fill of fight and wounding with his hands he e'er should<BR>
+                                                              get,<BR>
+Therefore a Christian never need have reason for regret.<BR>
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, he was well pleased thereby:<P>
+"Hark, Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, by him who is on high,<BR>
+When the Lord God would aid us, let us give Him thanks again. .<BR>
+Round Valencia a bishopric to stablish I am fain,<BR>
+And I will further give it unto this Christian leal.<BR>
+Thou shalt bear with thee good tidings when thou goest to<BR>
+Castile."<P>
+LXXIX.<BR>
+Of that saying Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez was glad when the Cid spake.<BR>
+Don Jerome his ordination there and then they undertake.<BR>
+In Valencia great riches have they given to his hand.<BR>
+God! how merry was all Christendom that now within the land<BR>
+Of Valencia a bishop of reverend grace had they!<BR>
+Glad therefore was Minaya and took leave and went his way.<P>
+LXXX.<BR>
+And now is all Valencia in peaceable estate.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez to Castile departed straight;<BR>
+His halts I will pass over, nor renew them to the mind.<BR>
+But he sought out Alphonso where the King was to find.<BR>
+The King to Sahagun had gone before some little space,<BR>
+But was come back to Carri&oacute;n; he might find him in that place.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez was glad when this was known.<BR>
+With his presents he departed forthwith to Carri&oacute;n.<P>
+LXXXI.<BR>
+Now whn the mass was over, thence did Alfonso rise,<BR>
+And Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez came there in noble guise..<BR>
+In the presence of the people he kneeled upon his knee<BR>
+He fell at don Alphonso's foot, and bitter tears shed he.<BR>
+He kissed his hands; unto the King most lovely words he spake:<P>
+LXXII.<BR>
+"A boon my lord Alfonso for the Creator's sake!<BR>
+My lord Cid of the battles has kissed thy hands ere now,<BR>
+Thy hands and thy feet likewise, for his noble lord art thou,<BR>
+If thou favorest him, God's favor come upon thee from above.<BR>
+Thou didst send him into exile and bearest him no love,<BR>
+Though in strange lands he thriveth. J&eacute;rica he won in war<BR>
+And Onda, so they call it; so also Almen&aacute;r,<BR>
+And likewise Murvi&eacute;dro (for a greater town 'tis known),<BR>
+And he has ta'en Ceb&oacute;lla and further Castej&oacute;n<BR>
+And he has stormed Pe&ntilde;acad&eacute;ll that is a place of power.<BR>
+He is master of Valencia and these places at this hour.<BR>
+With his own hand the great Campeador a bishop hath ordained.<BR>
+He has forced five pitched battles and in each three victory<BR>
+gained.<BR>
+The gift of the Creator was a very mighty prey,<BR>
+Do thou behold the tokens of the truth of that I say:<BR>
+Here be an hundred horses that in strength and speed excel;<BR>
+With bridle and with saddle each one is furnished well.<BR>
+He kissed thy hands and begged thee thine acceptance to accord.<BR>
+He declares himself thy vassal, and owns thee for his lord."<P>
+The King has lifted his right hand and crossed himself thereon:<BR>
+"With what a wondrous booty the Campeador has won<BR>
+I am well pleased in spirit. Saint Isidore to speed!<BR>
+I am glad the Campeador does now so many a fair deed.<BR>
+I accept the gift of horses that the Cid to me has sent"<P>
+Though the King thereby was gladdened, was Ordo&ntilde;ez not content;<P>
+"Meseems that in the Moorish land is no man any more,<BR>
+Since so his will upon them works the Cid Campeador."<P>
+To the Count the King gave answer: "So speak not of him now!<BR>
+In faith he doth me service of a better sort than thou."<P>
+And then outspoke Minaya, like a nobleman spoke he:<BR>
+"The Cid, if it shall please thee, desires a boon of thee,<BR>
+For his wife Dame Xim&eacute;na and his daughters two beside,<BR>
+That they may leave the convent where he left them to abide,<BR>
+And may hasten to Valencia to the noble Campeador."<BR>
+Then said the King in answer: "My heart is glad therefor.<BR>
+That they be given escort I will issue the command,<BR>
+So that they may be protected as they travel through my land<BR>
+ From insult and dishonor and whatever harm may be.<BR>
+And when these ladies shall have reached my kingdom's boundary,<BR>
+Have a care how thou shalt serve them, thou and the Campeador.<BR>
+Now hark to me, my vassals, and my courtiers furthermore:<BR>
+I like not that to Roy Diaz any losses shall befall,<BR>
+And therefore to his vassals, the Cid their lord that call,<BR>
+I restore that which I seized on, their possession and their fee.<BR>
+Let them keep their lands, no matter where the Campeador may be<BR>
+ From harm and hurt the safety of their persons I accord.<BR>
+This I do that they may lightly render service to their lord."<P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez kissed the King's hand straightway.<BR>
+And the King smiled upon him and a fair word did he say:<BR>
+''Who'er to serve the Campeador desireh now to ride,<BR>
+As for me, he has permission, and God's grace with him abide.<BR>
+More than by further hatred by this measure shall we gain."<P>
+Counsel straightway together held the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n twain.<BR>
+"The fame of the Cid Campeador grows great on every side,<BR>
+An we might wed his daughters, would our needs be satisfied.<BR>
+Scarce we dare frame this project e'en to ourselves alone;<BR>
+The Cid is of Biv&aacute;r, and we are Counts of Carri&oacute;n."<P>
+They hatched that plot between them, to none they told the thing.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez took leave of the good King:.<BR>
+"Ha! goest thou, Minaya? The Creator give thee grace.<BR>
+Take an herald. As I deem it he may help thee in this case.<BR>
+If thou take the ladies, serve them even as they desire.<BR>
+Even unto Med&iacute;na grant them all that they require.<BR>
+The Campeador shall take them in his charge thenceforward on."<BR>
+After leave ta'en Minaya from the court he got him gone.<P>
+LXXXIII.<BR>
+And so the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n did each with each consent.<BR>
+With Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez in company they went:<BR>
+"In all things thou excellest; likewise in this excel:<BR>
+Greet now my lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r for us exceeding well,<BR>
+To the utmost of our effort his partisans are we.<BR>
+The Cid, an he will love us, shall get no injury."<BR>
+Said Minaya: "In that proffer naught displeasing I discern."<P>
+Gone is Minaya. Home again did the two counts return.<BR>
+He hastens to San Pedro where the three ladies are.<BR>
+Very great was the rejoicing when they saw him from afar.<BR>
+To offer prayer Minaya to San Pedro did descend.<BR>
+He turned back unto the ladies when the prayer was at an end.<BR>
+"I greet thee, Dame Xim&eacute;na. God thee prosper and maintain,<BR>
+And so likewise thy daughters, the noble children twain.<BR>
+In the city where he dwelleth the lord Cid greets thee fair.<BR>
+Good health has he and riches that are beyond compare.<BR>
+The King for a gift to him your freedom gave to me,<BR>
+To take you to Valencia our land of lawful fee.<BR>
+If the Cid might behold you well and unharmed again,<BR>
+He would be all rejoicing, but scant would be his pain."<BR>
+"May the Creator so decide," the Dame Xim&eacute;na said.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez sent three horsemen on ahead,<BR>
+To the Cid within Valencia the men did he commend:<BR>
+"Announce unto the Campeador, whom the Lord God defend,<BR>
+That the King his wife and daughters has released unto my hands,<BR>
+And has ordered escort for us as we travel through his lands.<BR>
+Fifteen days from this time forwar, if God keep us in his care,<BR>
+With his wife and with his daughters I will come unto him there,<BR>
+With the noble ladies also their servitors that be."<BR>
+The riders are gone forward, to the matter they will see.<P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez in San Pedro did abide.<BR>
+There might you see the household swarming in from every side;<BR>
+Unto my lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r in Valencia would they go.<BR>
+They besought Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez that he would them favor so.<BR>
+To them replied Minaya. "That will I gladly do."<BR>
+And five and sixty horsemen have swelled his retinue,<BR>
+And he had brought an hundred thither in his command.<BR>
+To accompany the ladies, they arrayed a noble band.<P>
+Minaya marks five hundred to the Abbot then gave o'er.<BR>
+I will tell how he expended other five and twenty score.<BR>
+Xim&eacute;na the good lady and likewise her daughters twain,<BR>
+And they that served before her, the women of her train,<BR>
+To deck out all those ladies good Minaya did prepare<BR>
+With the best array in Burgos, that he might discover there,<BR>
+And the mules and palfreys likewise that they might be fair to<BR>
+                                                              see.<BR>
+When he had decked the ladies in this manner beautifully,<BR>
+Got ready good Minaya to ride upon his way. <BR>
+Lo now! Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas. Down at his feet fell they: <BR>
+"A boon! true knight, Minaya! If the Cid stand not our aid, <BR>
+He has ruined us. If only the amount to us were paid <BR>
+We would forego the usury!" "So will I tell the Cid, <BR>
+If God bring me there. High favor shall there be for what ye did.<BR>
+Answered Raqu&eacute;l and Vidas: "The Creator send it so. <BR>
+If not, we will leave Burgos in search of him to go."<P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez to San Pedro got him gone. <BR>
+Many people came around him as he started to ride on. <BR>
+At parting from the Abbot great grief of heart was there: <BR>
+"Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, God keep thee in his care. <BR>
+The hands of the good Campeador, I prithee kiss for me <BR>
+That he may keep the convent still in his memory, <BR>
+And always may endeavor to make it prosper more, <BR>
+So shall increase the honor of the Cid Campeador." <BR>
+"Right gladly will I do it," Minaya straight replied. <BR>
+Their leave then have they taken and fettled them to ride, <BR>
+And with them went the herald on their need that was to wait. <BR>
+Through the King's realm an escort they gave them very great. <BR>
+ From San Pedro to Med&iacute;na in five days time they passed. <BR>
+Lo, the dames and Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez to Med&iacute;na came at last!<P>
+I will tell you of the horsemen that brought those tidings<BR>
+                                                         through.<BR>
+When my lord the good Cid of Biv&aacute;r thereof the import knew,<BR>
+He was glad at heart and merry. His voice he lifted straight:<BR>
+"Who sends a noble messenger, should like return await.<BR>
+Munio Gusti&oacute;z, Per Vermud&oacute;z, the first of all are you,<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez from Burgos, tried and true,<BR>
+And Jerome the bishop also, a worthy clerk is he,<BR>
+With a hundred ride you ready to fight if need shall be.<BR>
+Through Saint Mary's to Mol&iacute;na further onward shall ye wend;<BR>
+Avelgalvon there holds sway my vassal and my friend.<BR>
+With another hundred horsemen he will watch you on your way.<BR>
+Ride forth unto Med&iacute;na with all the speed ye may,<BR>
+With Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez my wife and daughters there<BR>
+Haply ye shall discover as the messengers declare.<BR>
+Bring them hither to me nobly. In Valencia I will bide,<BR>
+That cost me dear. Unguarded 'twere madness undenied<BR>
+To leave it. 'Tis my portion. There will I stay therefore."<P>
+They fettled them for riding, when all his words were o'er;<BR>
+With utmost speed they hastened, their march they would not stay.<BR>
+They have passed by Saint Mary 's. At Fronch&aacute;les rested they.<BR>
+Next day into Mol&iacute;na, their halting-place, they spurred.<BR>
+When those tidings the Morisco Avengalv&oacute;n had heard,<BR>
+To welcome them with joyance unto them did he descend:<BR>
+"Are you then come the vassals of my heart's dearest friend?<BR>
+Be it known it grieves me little. Therein my joy is great."<P>
+And Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z answered, for no man would he wait:<BR>
+"My lord Cid sends thee greeting, as also his command<BR>
+That with an hundred horsemen thou shalt serve him out of hand.<BR>
+In the city of Med&iacute;na lie his wife and danghters twain.<BR>
+Thou wilt go for them straightway and bring them here again,<BR>
+Even unto Valencia thou shalt not from them part."<BR>
+Avengalv&oacute;n gave answer: "I will do it with glad heart."<BR>
+That night he chose them escort, a mighty band were they.<BR>
+In the morning they got ready anew to take the way.<BR>
+They asked for but an hundred; ten score had he forby.<BR>
+They passed across the mountains that we re so steep and high,<BR>
+And through the thicket of Tor&aacute;nz, so strong they had no dread.<BR>
+And along through Arbuju&eacute;lo adown the vale they sped.<P>
+Now round about Med&iacute;na they watched on every side, <BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez that armed train descried. <BR>
+He was afraid and sent two knights the meaning to make plain. <BR>
+They delayed not, to discover his desire their hearts were fain. <BR>
+One stayed, to Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez the other came once more: <BR>
+"A company to seek us comes from the Campeador. <BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z, lo, foremost among those ranks is he, <BR>
+And likewise Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z that frankly loveth thee,<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez that was born in Burgos town,<BR>
+And don Jerome the Bishop of honorable renown.<BR>
+Avellgalvon the Castellan bringeth his host with these,<BR>
+In eagerness the honor of my lord Cid to increase.<BR>
+They march along together. They will be here anon."<BR>
+Said Minaya: "Forth now let us ride." And swiftly was it done,<BR>
+They would not stay. An hundred most splendidly arrayed<BR>
+Sallied forth on noble horses with trappings of brocade.<BR>
+Bells hung upon the martingales, the knights their bucklers bore<BR>
+At the neck, and carried lances whence flew the flags of war<BR>
+That Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez' wisdom to all they might reveal,<BR>
+And in what guise with those ladies he had issued from Castile.<BR>
+All they that reconnoitering before the army ran<BR>
+Now lifted up their weapons, and to make good cheer began.<BR>
+Great mirth was there when all the rest to the Jal&oacute;n drew nigh.<BR>
+When they came unto Minaya they did him homage high.<BR>
+And when Avengalv&oacute;n was come, and might Minaya see,<BR>
+Then forward to embrace him with smiling lips came he.<BR>
+On the shoulder he saluted him, for such was still his way:<BR>
+"O Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez! For thee what glorious day!<BR>
+Thou bringest here these ladies, whence we shall have great good, <BR>
+The fighting Cid his consort, and the daughters of his blood.<BR>
+We all shall do thee honor for his fortune groweth great.<BR>
+Though we wished him ill, we cannot diminish his estate;<BR>
+He will have alway our succor either in peace or war.<BR>
+The man who will not know the truth, he is a dolt therefor."<P>
+LXXXIV.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, on his lips a smile broke out:<BR>
+"Ha now! Ha now! Avengalv&oacute;n. Thou art his friend no doubt.<BR>
+If God shall bring me to the Cid and him alive I see,<BR>
+The things that thou has done for us shall greatly profit thee.<BR>
+Let us to our lodging, supper they have made ready there."<BR>
+Avengalv&oacute;n gave answer: "'Tis a courtesy most fair;<BR>
+Double will I repay it ere the third morning fall."<BR>
+To the town they came. Minaya provided for them all.<BR>
+The escort that came with them, they were gladdened when they saw.<BR>
+Minaya the King's herald commanded to withdraw.<BR>
+The lord Cid in Valencia was greatly honored then,<BR>
+When they gave such entertainment in Med&iacute;na to his men.<BR>
+The King paid for all. Minaya therefor had naught to pay.<P>
+At length the night was over, and came the break of day.<BR>
+And mass they heard, and after away they rode at last.<BR>
+They hastened from Med&iacute;na, o'er the Jal&oacute;n they pased.<BR>
+And down the Arbuju&eacute;lo, spurring apace they ride.<BR>
+In haste the meadows of Tor&aacute;nz they cross from side to side,<BR>
+They came unto Mol&iacute;na where Avengalv&oacute;n was lord.<BR>
+Bishop Jerome, a Christian worthy of his deed and word,<BR>
+Escorted the three ladies whether by day or night,<BR>
+And he led a good charger with his armor on his right.<BR>
+And he and Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez rode aye together thus.<BR>
+They have entered in Mol&iacute;na the rich and glorious,<BR>
+And loyally Avengalv&oacute;n the Moor has served them there.<BR>
+Unto the height of their desire, nothing they lacked whatever:<BR>
+He even bade men strike for them the horseshoe from the steed.<BR>
+Minaya and the ladies, God! he honored them indeed<BR>
+They got them upon horseback when the next morning fell.<BR>
+Unto Valencia loyally he served them all and well.<P>
+The Moor spent of his own estate, for naught from them took he.<BR>
+With such honorable matters and mirth and revelry<BR>
+They came nigh unto Valencia, that three leagues off doth stand.<BR>
+To my lord Cid who in good hour had girded on the brand,<BR>
+In the city of Valencia the news thereof they bore.<P>
+LXXXV.<BR>
+Nothing had ever gladdened him so much as this or more, <BR>
+For now there came good news of them for whom great love he had.<BR>
+Straightway two hundred horsemen to go forth to them he bade,<BR>
+To the good dames and Minaya fair reception to afford.<BR>
+But he tarried in Valencia to watch it and to ward,<BR>
+For he knew that Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez with all due care would come.<P>
+LXXXVI.<BR>
+And lo! now the two hundred welcomed Minaya home.<BR>
+And the ladies and the daughters and all within the band.<BR>
+The Cid to them within his train had issued his command<BR>
+To ward full well the citadel, and the towers that were so high,<BR>
+And the gates that none might enter and none depart thereby.<BR>
+And he bade bring Bavi&eacute;ca that a little time before<BR>
+ From the King of Seville he had taken, when he routed him in war.<BR>
+The Cid that in good season girt the brand on, of that steed<BR>
+Knew not if he were swift to run or to stop short at need.<BR>
+At the gateway of Valencia where none might work him woe,<BR>
+Unto his wife and daughters he desired his gear to show.<P>
+When the ladies with great honor the host had welcomed home,<BR>
+Then first into the city came the Bishop don Jerome.<BR>
+He left his horse; to chapel straightway the Bishop wet.<BR>
+With all men that he could gather who were of like intent<BR>
+And surplice-clad, with crosses of silver, once again<BR>
+They greeted good Minaya and the ladies of the train.<BR>
+He who was born in happy time tarried but little there.<BR>
+He has put on his surcoat. His beard was long and fair.<BR>
+On Bavi&eacute;ca saddle and caparisons they threw.<BR>
+The Cid took wooden weapons; forth on the steed he flew.<BR>
+Leaped the steed Bavi&eacute;ca. With a great rush did he run.<BR>
+'Twas rare to see. And when he ceased they marvelled all and one.<BR>
+ From that day Bavi&eacute;ca in all Spain had renown.<BR>
+When that career was ended, from the steed the Cid got down,<BR>
+And hastened forth his lady and daughters twain to greet.<BR>
+When Dame Xim&eacute;na saw him she cast her at his feet:<BR>
+"Brand thou girdest in good season. Thy favour, Campeador!<BR>
+Thou hast brought me forth from insults that were exceeding sore.<BR>
+Look on me, lord! Look also on my daughters as on me.<BR>
+By Glod's help and thine they are noble, and gently reared they<BR>
+                                                               be.<P>
+And the Cid straightway embraced them, mother and daughters twain.<BR>
+Such joy they had that from their eyes the tears began to rain.<BR>
+His men rejoiced. The quintains, they pierced them with the spear.<BR>
+He who girt sword in a good time, hark what he said and hear.<P>
+"Oh thou my Dame Xim&eacute;na, beloved and honored wife,<BR>
+And ye two both my daughters that are my heart and life,<BR>
+To the city of Valencia now do yet enter in, <BR>
+The fair estate that for you it was my lot to win."<P>
+His hands they have kissed straightway, the daughters and their<BR>
+                                                              dame.<BR>
+So with exceeding honor to Valencia they came.<P>
+LXXXVII.<BR>
+With them the lord Cid hastened to the citadel apace,<BR>
+He has ta 'en the ladies straightway up to the highest place.<BR>
+And forth in all directions they turn their lovely eyes,<BR>
+And they behold Valencia and how the city lies,<BR>
+And in another quarter they might perceive the sea.<BR>
+They look on fertile meadows close sown and great that be,<BR>
+And on all things whatever that were of fair estate<BR>
+God they praised with hands uplifted for that good prize and<BR>
+                                                            great.<P>
+My lord Cid and his followers thereof were glad and fain.<BR>
+And now was winter over, for March would come again.<BR>
+And of the countries oversea 'tis my desire to tell,<BR>
+Even of the King Y&uacute;ssuf in Morocco that did dwell.<P>
+LXXVIII.<BR>
+The King's heart of Morocco 'gainst the Cid was full of rage.<BR>
+"By force the man hath entered into my heritage,<BR>
+And giveth thanks to no one save Jesus Christ therefor."<P>
+And the King of Morocco gathered his hosts of war.<BR>
+With fifty times a thousand under arms, good men and stark,<BR>
+They put to sea. In galleons that army did embark<BR>
+To seek the Cid Rodrigo in Valencia they went,<BR>
+The ships came in; and straightway issued forth that armament.<P>
+LXXXIX.<BR>
+To Valencia that the Cid had ta'en, 'twas thither they did fare.<BR>
+The unbelievers haltccl and pitched pavilions there.<BR>
+With tidings of the chances to my lord the Cid they came.<P>
+XC.<BR>
+"Now thanks to the Creator and the Holy Father's name.<BR>
+All the goods in my possession, I have them here with me.<BR>
+Hardly I took Valencia, but I hold it for my fee;<BR>
+This side death, I cannot yield it. Glory to God again<BR>
+And to Holy Mary Mother that my wife and daughters twain<BR>
+Are here with me. From oversea cometh now my delight.<BR>
+Never will I forego it, I will take the arms of fight.<BR>
+My lady and my daughters shall see me lift the brand,<BR>
+They shall see how men build houses here in a foreign land,<BR>
+And how a livelihood is won their eyes shall see it well."<P>
+He took his wife and daughters up to the citadel.<BR>
+They raised their eyes and men they saw pitching tents everywhere.<BR>
+"Cid, what is this? So may the Lord still keep thee in His care." <BR>
+"Ha, wife, much honored! Therefor prithee be not troubled thus.<BR>
+'Tis wealth most great and wondrous that they gather here for us.<BR>
+Scarce art thou come, when presents they would give thee in that<BR>
+                                                             hour.<BR>
+Thy daughters wait for marriage 'tis these that bring the dower."<BR>
+"Unto thee, Cid, and unto God do I give thanks again"<BR>
+"My lady in the palace in the citadel remain.<BR>
+When thou seest me in battle, fear not at all for me.<BR>
+By Saint Mary Mother's mercy, by God His charity,<BR>
+That thou art here before me, my heart grows great within.<BR>
+With God His help, this battle I certainly shall win."<P>
+XCI.<BR>
+Now pitched are the pavilions. Apace the morning comes.<BR>
+And furiously the heathen beat loud upon the drums.<BR>
+"'Tis a great day," with a glad heart so now the lord Cid spake.<BR>
+But his lady was sore frighted, her heart was like to break;<BR>
+The ladies and his daughters were likewise all forlorn.<BR>
+Never had they heard such a din since the day when they were born.<P>
+Therewith the great Cid Campeador with his hand he plucked his<BR>
+                                                            beard.<BR>
+"This shall all be to your vantage. Therefore be not afeard.<BR>
+Ere fifteen days are over, if so God's will it be,<BR>
+We shall take those drums and show them you. What they are then<BR>
+                                                     shall you see.<BR>
+And then unto the Bishop don Jerome they shall be given;<BR>
+They will hang them in Saint Mary's, Mother of the Lord in <BR>
+                                                         Heaven."<P>
+It was a vow most solemn that my lord the Cid had made.<BR>
+Now merry were the ladies and not so much afraid.<BR>
+Those Moors out of Morocco in mighty haste they sped,<BR>
+And on into the gardens they entered without dread.<P>
+XCII.<BR>
+That thing beheld the outpost. He let the tocsin sound.<BR>
+Of the Cid Roy Diaz ready were the companies around.<BR>
+They sallied from the city with their arms appointed well.<BR>
+When they came on the Moriscos upon them swift they fell.<BR>
+They drove them from the gardens in exceeding sorry plight;<BR>
+Of the Moors a full five hundred they slaughtered in that fight.<P>
+XCIII.<BR>
+Even to the pavilions the pursuers would not slack;<BR>
+They had done much and nobly when they thought of turning back.<BR>
+There Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez a prisoner did remain.<BR>
+Then those that ate his bread returned to the lord Cid again.<BR>
+With his own eyes he beheld it, to his face they spake thereon;<BR>
+My lord the Cid was gladdened of the deeds that they had done.<BR>
+"My knights we cannot other. Then harken unto me:<BR>
+'Tis a noble day, yet nobler will tomorrow's battle be.<BR>
+Arm you ere dawn. The Bishop don Jerome our souls will shrive,<BR>
+Saying mass for us ere at them we are ready to let drive.<BR>
+It shall be in no other fashion, we will go smite the foe,<BR>
+In God's name and his Apostle's the good Saint James also.<BR>
+For better fight than let them in the land devour our bread."<BR>
+"With a good will and gladly," in reply to him they said<P>
+And then outspake Minaya, for nothing tarried he:<BR>
+"Since thou wishest this, give orders of another sort to me.<BR>
+For the sore need of battle grant me six score horse and ten;<BR>
+ From the far flank, when thou charges will I fall on them then.<BR>
+On one side or the other the Lord will stand our stead."<BR>
+"With right good will," unto him answered the Cid and said.<P>
+XCIV.<BR>
+And now broke forth the morning, and now drew back the night.<BR>
+Those bands of Christ delayed not to get ready for the fight.<BR>
+At the middle cocks ere morning, mass for them Jerome did chant,<BR>
+And mass said, absolution in full to them did grant:<P>
+"Who face to face shall perish this day the fight within,<BR>
+May Christ receive his spirit, on my soul I take his sin.<BR>
+Cid, don Rodrigo, in good hour thou girdedst brand; to thee<BR>
+I sang the mass this morning. Grant then my boon to me:<BR>
+Give me to strike the foremost the first stroke of the war."<BR>
+"The thing to thee is granted," answered the Campeador.<P>
+XCV.<BR>
+Out through the Quarter Towers full armed away they went.<BR>
+The lord Cid and his henchmen did counsel and consent.<BR>
+Levies they left behind them, the gates to watch and keep.<BR>
+On the steed Bavi&eacute;ca sprang the lord Cid with a leap.<BR>
+Fair trappings and caparisons girded that steed about.<BR>
+With the standard from Valencia forthwith they sallied out.<BR>
+Were with the Cid four thousand less but a score and ten,<BR>
+They came gladly to a battle against fifty thousand men.<BR>
+Alvar Alvarez and Minaya on the other side did smite.<BR>
+It seemed good to the Creator, and they threw them into flight.<BR>
+With the lance the Cid did battle, hand he set to sword as well.<BR>
+So many Moors he slaughtered that their numbers none might tell.<BR>
+Down from his elbow streaming the blood of battle came.<BR>
+Even against King Y&uacute;ssuf three buffets did he aim.<BR>
+He 'scaped from underneath the sword for his steed could run<BR>
+                                                         apace,<BR>
+And bore him to Cull&eacute;ra, an exceeding mighty place.<BR>
+Even so far he of Biv&aacute;r pursued them as they fled,<BR>
+With a host of gallant vassals in his company that sped.<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born from that pursuit turned back;<BR>
+He was gladdened of the booty they had taken inthe attack.<BR>
+Good to him seemed Bavi&eacute;ca from head to tail that day.<BR>
+In his hands remained the booty of that battle for a prey.<BR>
+Of the twoscore and ten thousand, when they were counted o'er,<BR>
+There 'scaped out of that battle but an hundred men and four.<BR>
+My lord the Cid his henchmen have sacked the field around;<BR>
+Of the gold and of the silver three thousand marks they found,<BR>
+And of the other booty was no measure to be had.<BR>
+My lord Cid and his vassals were all exceeding glad,<BR>
+For in winning of the battle God's grace to them was shown,<BR>
+When the king of Morocco in this guise was overthrown.<BR>
+The Cid left Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez to count the spoil and slain.<BR>
+With fivescore horse he entered Valencia once again.<BR>
+Helmless he rode. Upon his brow the coif was disarrayed.<BR>
+Through the town on Bavi&eacute;ca he galloped, hand on blade.<BR>
+And the ladies gave him welcome, on his coming that did wait.<BR>
+My lord Cid stopped before them, reining in the charger great:<BR>
+"Ladies, I bow before you. Groweth apace my fame.<BR>
+While you have held Valencia in the field I overcame.<BR>
+This was our God's desire and all his Saints likewise,<BR>
+Since at your coming hither He gave us such a prize.<BR>
+Look on the bloody sword-blade and the steed with sweat a-foam.<BR>
+With such are the Moriscos in the battle overcome.<BR>
+Pray now to God that I may yet live some few years from this;<BR>
+You shall enter to great honor and men your hands shall kiss."<P>
+So he spake as he dismounted. When on the ground stood he<BR>
+When the dames and his daughters and his wife of high degree<BR>
+Saw him get off, they kneeled them down before the Campeador:<BR>
+"Thy will be done, and mayst thou live through many a long year<BR>
+                                                             more."<P>
+The Cid unto the palace returning then they brought;<BR>
+They rested them on benches most exquisitely wrought:<BR>
+"Ha! Dame Xim&eacute;na, wife of mine, didst thou beg this of me?<BR>
+These dames thou hast brought hither so well that wait on thee,<BR>
+In marriage to my vassals I am fain to give them o'er,<BR>
+And unto every lady for her dower marks ten score.<BR>
+Men shall know of their good service, in the kingdom of Castile.<BR>
+With my maids' affairs hereafter at our leisure we shall deal."<BR>
+All there rose up together, and kissed his fingers straight,<BR>
+The rejoicing in the palace it was exceeding great.<BR>
+As my lord Cid commanded so they brought the thing about.<P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez tarried on the field without,<BR>
+With his men to write and reckon. Arms, tents and rich array<BR>
+In great store they discovered. It was a sovran prey.<BR>
+The richest of the treasure I am fain now to recite:<BR>
+The tale of all the horses they could not take aright;<BR>
+They wandered all caparisoned. Was none to take a steed.<BR>
+The Moors out of their provinces had gathered wealth indeed.<BR>
+Though this were so, were given to the gallant Campeador<BR>
+Of the best of all the horses for his share fifty score.<BR>
+When the Cid had so many the rest content might bide.<BR>
+What store of rich pavilions and carven poles beside<BR>
+To the lord Cid and his vassals by the chance of war did fall,<BR>
+And the King's tent of Morocco was the richest of them all,<BR>
+All gold wrought are the tent-poles that pavilion that sustain.<BR>
+My lord Cid the great Campeador did at that time ordain<BR>
+That it stand pitched; to move it let not a Christian dare.<BR>
+"Since hither from Morocco is come a tent so fair,<BR>
+To Alfonso the Castilian I am fain to send it now;<BR>
+That the Cid hath captured somewhat then lightly will be trow."<P>
+Laden with mighty riches to Valencia came they home.<BR>
+That very noble cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,<BR>
+When a surfeit of the fighting he had had of his hands twain,<BR>
+Was at a loss to number the Moors that he had slain.<BR>
+What fell to him of booty was sovran great of worth.<BR>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo (in a good time was his birth,)<BR>
+Of all his fifth share of the spoil has sent him the tenth part.<P>
+XCVI.<BR>
+The Christians in Valencia were all right glad of heart,<BR>
+For now excelling riches, horses and arms they had.<BR>
+Xim&eacute;na and her daughters all three were passing glad,<BR>
+And the other dames; as wedded upon themselves looked they.<BR>
+And my lord Cid the noble in no wise would delay.<BR>
+"Where art thou brave Minaya? Come hither to me now.<BR>
+For thy great share of booty, no gratitude hast thou?<BR>
+Of this my fifth of all the prey, I tell thee clear and plain,<BR>
+Take unto thy good pleasure, but let the rest remain.<BR>
+And tomorrow in the morning thou shalt certainly ride out<BR>
+With the horses of my portion that I captured in the rout,<BR>
+With the saddles and the bridles and the swords that them behove,<BR>
+For the sake of my lady and for my daughters love.<BR>
+Since Alfonso sent the ladies whither they were content,<BR>
+These same two hundred horses to him thou shalt present,<BR>
+That of him who rules Valencia the King no ill may say."<P>
+He bade go with Minaya Per Vermud&oacute;z straightway.<BR>
+The next day in the morning they departed with all speed,<BR>
+And a full two hundred henchmen along with them they lead,<BR>
+With greetings from the Cid who fain would kiss his hands aright.<BR>
+Even out of the battle where my lord Cid won the fight,<BR>
+For a gift he sent Alfonso of horses good ten score:<BR>
+"While I have breath within me, I will serve him evermore."<P>
+XCVII.<BR>
+They have issued from Valencia. And they fettle them to fare.<BR>
+They must watch well so mighty a booty do they bear.<BR>
+And night and day they hastened for they gave themselves no rest.<BR>
+The mountains that divide the lauds they have passed o'er the<BR>
+crest.<BR>
+And the folk they fell to asking where Alfonso<P>
+XCVIII.<BR>
+O'er the mountains, o'er the rivers, o'er the hills they took the<BR>
+                                                             road.<BR>
+And at length before Valladol&iacute;d where the King lay they were.<BR>
+Minaya and Per Vermud&oacute;z sent tidings to him there,<BR>
+That reception to their followers he might bid his men extend.<BR>
+"My lord Cid of Valencia presents with us doth send."<P>
+XCIX.<BR>
+Glad was the King. Man gladder you never yet did see.<BR>
+He commanded all his nobles to ride forth hastily.<BR>
+And forth among the first of them did King Alfonso go,<BR>
+Of him who in good hour was born the tidings for to know.<BR>
+Know you the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n happed in that place to be,<BR>
+Also Count don Garc&iacute;a the Cid's worst enemy.<BR>
+Of the tidings some were merry, and some were all folorn.<BR>
+They caught sight of his henchmen who in happy hour was born.<BR>
+They feared it was an army for no herald came before.<BR>
+Straightway the King Alfonso crossed himself o'er and o'er.<BR>
+Minaya and Per Vermud&oacute;z came forward with all speed,<BR>
+They leaped from the saddle, they dismounted from the steed.<BR>
+Before the King Alfonso upon their knees they fell.<BR>
+They kissed the ground beneath him, the kissed his feet as well:<BR>
+"Now a boon, King Alfonso. Thou art great and glorious.<BR>
+For my lord Cid the Campeador do we embrace thee thus.<BR>
+He holds himself thy vassal; he owns thee for his lord.<BR>
+He prizes high the honor thou didst to him accord.<BR>
+O King, but a few days agone in the fight he overcame<BR>
+The King out of Morocco, Y&uacute;ssuf (that is his name),<BR>
+With a host of fifty thousand from the field he drove away.<BR>
+The booty that he captured was a great and sovran prey.<BR>
+Great wealth unto his followers because of this did fall.<BR>
+He sends thee twoscore horses and doth kiss thy hands withal.<BR>
+Said King Alfonso: <BR>
+                   "Gladly to accept them am I fain.<BR>
+To the Cid who sent me such a gift I send my thanks again.<BR>
+When I do unto his liking, may he live to see the day."<P>
+Thereat were many of good cheer and kissed his hands straightway.<BR>
+Grieved was Count don Garc&iacute;a. Wroth was his heart within.<BR>
+Apart he wells a little with ten men of his kin:<BR>
+"A marvel is this matter of the Cid, so grows his fame.<BR>
+Now by the honor that he hath we shall be put to shame.<BR>
+Kings he o'erthroweth lightly, and lightly bringeth steeds<BR>
+As though he dead had found them; we are minished by his deeds."<P>
+C.<BR>
+Hear now of King Alfonso what he said upon this score:<BR>
+"Thanks be to the Creator and the lord Saint Isidore<BR>
+For the two hundred horses that the Cid to me hath sent.<BR>
+Yet shall he serve me better in this my government.<BR>
+To Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez and Per Vermud&oacute;z I say<BR>
+That you forthwith clothe your bodies in honorable array,<BR>
+And as you shall require it of me take battle-gear<BR>
+Such as before Roy Diaz in good manner shall appear.<BR>
+Take then the gift I give you even these horses three.<BR>
+As it seems to my avisement, as my heart telleth me,<BR>
+Out of all these adventures some good will come to light."<P>
+CI.<BR>
+They kissed his hands and entered to take their rest that night.<BR>
+In all things that they needed he bade men serve them well.<P>
+Of the two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n now am I fain to tell,<BR>
+How secretly they counselled what thing should be their cast:<BR>
+"Of my lord Cid the high affairs go forward wondrous fast.<BR>
+Let us demand his daughters that with them we may wed.<BR>
+Our fortune and our honor thereby may be well sped."<BR>
+Unto the King Alfonso with their secret forth went they.<P>
+CII.<BR>
+"As from our King and master a boon of thee we pray<BR>
+By favor of thy counsel we desire to obtain<BR>
+That thou ask for us in marriage of the Cid his daughters twain.<BR>
+With honor and with profit shall the match for then, be fraught."<P>
+Thereon for a full hour's space pondered the King and thought<BR>
+"I cast out the good Campeador, and wrong I do him still<BR>
+For his good to me. I know not if the match be to his will,<BR>
+But we in hand will take it, since so your pleasures tend."<P>
+Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez and Per Vermud&oacute;z, for them the King let send.<BR>
+He took them to a hall apart: "Now harken to me both<BR>
+Minaya and Per Vermud&oacute;z. The Cid my service doth;<BR>
+The Campeador, his pardon well hath he earned of me.<BR>
+And shall have it. I will meet him, if so his will shall be.<BR>
+In parley other tidings of my court I will make known;<BR>
+D&iacute;dago and Ferr&aacute;ndo, the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n,<BR>
+Are fain to wed his daughters. Bear ye the message well,<BR>
+And I pray you that these tidings to the Campeador ye tell.<BR>
+It will be unto his honor, great will his fame have grown,<BR>
+When he becomes the father of the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n."<P>
+Minaya spake: (Per Vermud&oacute;z was glad of that he spake)<BR>
+"To ask him thy desire we will even undertake.<BR>
+And the Cid shall do thereafter as his pleasure shall decide."<P>
+"Say to the Cid Roy Diaz that was born in a glad tide,<BR>
+That I will parley with him in the best place he may,<BR>
+And there shall be the boundary wherever he shall say.<BR>
+To my lord Cid in all things will I show my favor plain."<P>
+Unto the King they gave farewell, and got them gone again,<BR>
+And onward to Valencia they hastened with their force.<P>
+When the good Campeador had heard, swiftly he got to horse,<BR>
+And came to meet them smiling, and strong, embraced the two.<BR>
+"Minaya and Per Vermud&oacute;z, ye are come back anew!<BR>
+There are not many countries where two such gallants dwell.<BR>
+ From my lord King Alfonso what tidings are to tell?<BR>
+Is he content? Did he vouchsafe to take the gift from me?"<P>
+Said Minaya, "In his soul and heart right well content is he,<BR>
+And his good will he sendeth unto thee furthermore."<BR>
+Said the Cid: "To the Creator now mighty thanks therefor."<P>
+The Leonese Alfonso his pleasure they made known<BR>
+That the Cid should give his daughters to the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<BR>
+He deemed it would make him glorious and cause his fame to grow.<BR>
+And in all truth and honor would advise him even so.<P>
+When my lord the Cid had heard it, the noble Campeador,<BR>
+Then a long time much pondering he turned the tidings o'er,<BR>
+"For this to Christ my master do I give thanks again.<BR>
+I was sent forth to exile and my honor suffered stain.<BR>
+That which is mine I conquered by mine endeavor high.<BR>
+Unto God for the King's favor a thankful man am I,<BR>
+And that for them of Carri&oacute;n they ask my daughters two.<BR>
+Minaya and Per Vermud&oacute;z, thereof what thinketh you?"<P>
+"Whate'er shall be your pleasure, that is it we shall say."<BR>
+Said the Cid: "The Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, of a great line are they,<BR>
+And they are proud exceeding, and their favor fair at court.<BR>
+Yet ill doth such a marriage with my desire coport.<BR>
+But since it is his pleasure that is of more worth than we,<BR>
+Let us talk thereof a little, but secret let us be.<BR>
+May the Lord God in Heaven accord us as is best."<P>
+"Besides all this Alfonso this word to thee addressed:<BR>
+He would come to parley with thee in what place thou art fain.<BR>
+He desireth wel1 to see thee and honor thee again.<BR>
+Then what to do is fittest ye might be well agreed."<P>
+Said the Cid: "Now by this saying I am well pleased indeed."<P>
+"Where thou wilt hold this parley" said Minaya, "ponder well.<BR>
+"In that the king desired it, no wondrous thing befell,"<BR>
+That wherever we might find him we might seek him in his way,<BR>
+As to our King and Master, our high devoir to pay.<BR>
+Haply we may desire what good to him shall seem.<BR>
+Nigh to the river Tagus that is a noble stream,<BR>
+If so my lord desire it, we will hold the parley there."<P>
+He wrote the letters straightway and sealed them well and fair.<BR>
+And then unto two horsemen he gave the letters o 'er.<BR>
+Whatso the King desireth, that will the Campeador.<P>
+CIII.<BR>
+Unto the King much honored, the letters they present.<BR>
+When he had looked upon them, then was his heart content.<BR>
+"To the Cid who in good time girt brand my greeting do I send,<BR>
+And let us hold the parley when three weeks are at an end.<BR>
+If I yet live, then doubtless I shall wait him in that place."<BR>
+They tarried not, but hastened home to the Cid apace.<P>
+On both sides for the parley they got ready point device.<BR>
+In Castile was ne'er such foison of mules without a price,<BR>
+Nor so many fair-paced palfreys, nor strong steeds swift to guide,<BR>
+Nor so many noble pennons on the stout lances tied,<BR>
+And shields whereof the bosses did with gold and silver shine,<BR>
+Robes, furs and Alexandrian cloth of satin woven fine.<BR>
+And the King gave his order, to send much victual there,<BR>
+To the waters of the Tagus where the parley they prepare.<BR>
+The King leads many a good troop, and Carri&oacute;n's Heirs are gay.<BR>
+And here they run in debt apace, and there again they pay,<BR>
+For they thought to have great profit and increase manifold,<BR>
+And whatso they should desire, goods of silver and of gold.<BR>
+And now hath King Alfonso got swiftly to his horse,<BR>
+With counts and little nobles and vassals in great force.<BR>
+As for the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n great companies they bring.<BR>
+ From Le&oacute;n and from Galicia came much people with the King;<BR>
+Know well, the levies of Castile, they are a countless train.<BR>
+And straight unto the parley they rode with slackened rein.<P>
+CIV.<BR>
+In the city of Valencia, my lord Cid Campeador<BR>
+Did not tarry, but the parley, he prepared himself therefor.<BR>
+There were stout mules a-many and palfreys swift to course,<BR>
+Great store of goodly armour, and many a fleet war-horse,<BR>
+Many fair cloaks and mantles, and many skins withal;<BR>
+In raiment of all colors are clad both great and small.<BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez and Per Vermud&oacute;z that wight,<BR>
+Martin Mu&ntilde;oz in Montemay&oacute;r that held the rule of right,<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez that in Burgos had his home,<BR>
+And that most worthy cleric, the Bishop don Jerome,<BR>
+And with Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez Alvar Alvarez beside,<BR>
+And likewise Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z a gallant knight and tried,<BR>
+Also Gal&iacute;nd Garc&iacute;az, that in Aragon abode,<BR>
+These to ride with the good Campeador got ready for the road.<BR>
+And the people in the palace prepared them all and one.<P>
+Unto Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez and the man of Aragon,<BR>
+Gal&iacute;nd Garc&iacute;az, his command has given the Campeador<BR>
+That heart and soul Valencia they shall guard it and watch o'er.<BR>
+And, moreover, all the others on their behests shall wait.<BR>
+And my lord Cid has ordered that they bar the castle gate<BR>
+And nowise throw it open either by night or day.<BR>
+His wife and his two daughters within the hold are they,<BR>
+Whom he loves best, and the ladies that do their pleasure still.<BR>
+And he has so disposed it, even as a good lord will,<BR>
+That not a soul among them shall venture from the tower,<BR>
+Till to them he returneth, who was born in happy hour.<P>
+They issued from Valencia, forward they spurred along.<BR>
+On their right were many horses, that were both swift and strong.<BR>
+The Cid had ta 'en them. No man would have given him a steed.<BR>
+And he rideth to the parley, the which he had decreed<BR>
+With the King. In passage of a day, he came the King before.<BR>
+When anear they saw him coming, the gallant Campeador,<BR>
+With great worship to receive him, forth unto him they ride.<BR>
+When he had looked upon them, who was born in a glad tide,<BR>
+He halted his companions save his knights of dearest worth.<BR>
+With fifteen of his henchmen he leaped down unto the earth,<BR>
+As he who in good hour was born had willed that it should be.<BR>
+Forthwith to earth he bends him on the hand and on the knee.<BR>
+And the grass of the meadow with his very teeth he rent,<BR>
+And wept exceeding sorely so great was his content.<BR>
+How well unto Alfonso to do homage doth he know<BR>
+And there before his sovereign's foot he cast him even so.<BR>
+As for the King Alfonso, at heart it irked him sore:<BR>
+"Rise up! Rise up upon thy feet, O thou Cid Campeador,<BR>
+And kiss my hand, nor prithee in this guise my feet embrace,<BR>
+And if thou wilt not do it, thou shalt not have my grace."<BR>
+But natheless the good Campeador yet knelt on bended knee:<BR>
+"As of my rightful master, I ask a boon of thee,<BR>
+And namely that thy favor on me thou wilt bestow,<BR>
+So that all men about us the thing may hear and know."<P>
+Said the King: "Now that right gladly and of good heart will I do;<BR>
+And here I give thee pardon, and my favor I renew.<BR>
+And thee unto my kingdom right welcome I will make."<P>
+My lord the Cid addressed him, after this wise he spake:<BR>
+"Gramercy, lord Alfonso, I will take what thou hast given.<BR>
+I will utter forth for this my thanks unto our God in Heaven,<BR>
+And then to thee, and to the bands that round about me stand."<P>
+And on his knees yet kneeling, he kissed A]fonso's hand;<BR>
+To his feet he rose, and on the lips greeted him with a kiss.<BR>
+The others in the presence they were well pleased at this.<BR>
+It irked Garci Ordo&ntilde;ez and Alvar Diaz sore.<P>
+My lord Cid spake and uttered this saying furthermore.<P>
+"To our Father and Creator I offer thanks again,<BR>
+That my lord the King his pardon he vouchsafed me to attain.<BR>
+In the day and the night season the Lord will cherish me.<BR>
+Thou shalt he my guest, my master, if so thy pleasure be."<BR>
+Said the King: "Today in no way were that seemly in my sight.<BR>
+Thou art but now come hither, but we came in last night.<BR>
+Today, therefore, Cid Campeador, thou shalt remain my guest,<BR>
+And on the morrow morning we shall he at thy behest."<P>
+My lord the Cid has kissed his hand, granting it should be so.<BR>
+Then came the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, their courtesy to show:<BR>
+"We greet thee Cid. Thou wast brought forth in an hour of promise<BR>
+                                                             high.<BR>
+And so far will we serve thee as in our power may lie."<BR>
+"So grant it the Creator," to them the Cid replied.<BR>
+The Cid my lord Roy Diaz, who was born in a good tide,<BR>
+Unto the King his master was guest for that day's space,<BR>
+Who could not let him from his sight, he held him in such grace.<BR>
+At the Cid's beard grown so swiftly, long while the King did<BR>
+                                                            stare.<BR>
+At the Cid much they marvelled, as many as were there.<P>
+And now the day was over, and upon them fell the night.<BR>
+The next day in the morning the sun rose clear and bright.<BR>
+The Cid had bidden his henchmen meat for all men to array.<BR>
+With my lord Cid the Campeador so well content were they<BR>
+That all were very merry, and moreover of one mind<BR>
+That for three years together so well they had not dined.<P>
+The next day in the morning, when at last the sun outshone,<BR>
+Then did Jerome the Bishop his matin song intone.<BR>
+And when from mass they issued, all gathered in one place,<BR>
+And the King did not tarry but began his speech apace:<BR>
+"Hear me now, counts and nobles, and all my henchmen leal--<BR>
+Unto my lord Cid Campeador I needst must make appeal.<BR>
+God grant unto his profit that the thing may prove to be.<BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, I ask their hands of thee, <BR>
+That thou wilt in marriage give them to the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n<BR>
+                                                          twain.<BR>
+To me the match seems noble, and thereon there hangs much gain.<BR>
+They ask them of thee. To that end I add my own command.<BR>
+On my side and thine as many as round about us stand,<BR>
+My henchmen and thy henchmen, let them therefor intercede.<BR>
+Give them to us my lord the Cid. So God thee help and speed."<BR>
+Said the Cid: "My girls to marry are hardly yet in state,<BR>
+For their days are not many, nor are their ages great.<BR>
+As for the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, much fame of them men say;<BR>
+They suit well with my daughters, and for better e'en than they.<BR>
+'Twas I begot my daughters, but thou didst rear the twain.<BR>
+They and I for that bounty yet in thy debt remain.<BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, unto thee do I present,<BR>
+To whom thou wilt then give them and I will be content."<P>
+Said the King: "My thanks unto thee and to all the court I own."<BR>
+Upon their feet got swiftly the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n;<BR>
+Of him who in good hour was born, lightly they kissed the hands.<BR>
+Before the King Alfonso they made exchange of brands.<P>
+Out spake the King Alfonso like a man of gentle race:<BR>
+"My thanks, so noble art thou, but first to God for grace<BR>
+That for the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n thou givest thy daughters twain.<BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, in hand I have them ta'en.<BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n's Heirs as consorts those ladies I award.<BR>
+I give away thy daughters as brides with thine accord,<BR>
+May it please God that thou therewith in full content mayest rest.<BR>
+Behold, the heirs of Carri&oacute;n that wait on thy behest.<BR>
+Let them go with thee, prithee, for I from hence must wend.<BR>
+Three hundred marks of silver I give them to this end,<BR>
+To spend upon the marriage or what else pleaseth thee,<BR>
+Since within high Valencia in thy wardship they will be.<BR>
+The sons and the daughters shall thy children be all four;<BR>
+Whate'er shall be thy pleasure, do with them, Campeador."<P>
+The Cid received them from him, and the King's hand did kiss.<BR>
+"My sovereign and my master, I think thee well for this.<BR>
+Thou shalt give away my daughters, for I will not do the deed."<BR>
+After the parle was over they gave pledges and agreed<BR>
+That the next day in the morning when forth the sun should flame,<BR>
+All persons at the parley should return to whence they came.<BR>
+Thereby both fame and honor had the lord Cid Campeador,<BR>
+And many mules and mighty, and fair palfreys furthermore,<BR>
+And fine and precious raiment. And to give gifts he began,<BR>
+Whatso he would to who would take, and denied it to no man.<BR>
+As gifts full sixty horses did the lord Cid present.<BR>
+Whoe'er was at the parley therewith was full content.<BR>
+Now were they fain of parting, for night was like to fall.<P>
+The King the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n took by the hand withal,<BR>
+In the power of the Cid Campeador he put them both straightway.<BR>
+"Behold them here thy children; since thy sons-in-law are they;<BR>
+ From this day forth do with them as thy heart shall give accord.<BR>
+May they serve thee as their father, and keep thee for their <BR>
+                                                            lord."<P>
+"I thank thee and accept, O King, the gift which thou hast given.<BR>
+Mayst thou be well rewarded by God who is in heaven.<P>
+CV.<BR>
+"Of thee, my liege and sovran, a boon do I request<BR>
+Since thou givest to wed my daughters in what way likes thee best,<BR>
+Choose one my girls to give away, who in thy place shall stand,<BR>
+Since thou hast them, I will never give them o'er with mine own<BR>
+                                                              hand.<BR>
+To the Heirs. Such satisfaction to them shall be denied."<BR>
+"Behold here Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez," the King to him replied,<BR>
+"Take them by the hand and give them to the heirs, even as I<BR>
+Here afar off have ta ten them, as though I were hard by;<BR>
+And throughout all the vigil their sponsor shalt thou be.<BR>
+When again to me thou comest tell all the truth to me."<P>
+Said Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez: "Faith! My lord, I am content indeed."<P>
+CVI.<BR>
+To all this with due caution, know well they have agreed.<BR>
+"Ha! King, my lord Alfonso much honored, for a sign<BR>
+Of the parley that we held here, thou shalt take a gift of mine.<BR>
+I bring thee thirty palfreys that are trapped rich and well,<BR>
+And thirty fleet war-horses, each with a noble selle.<BR>
+Take them and I will kiss thy hand." <BR>
+                                     The King Alfonso spake:<BR>
+"Deep in thy debt thou hast me. Thy present I will take<BR>
+Which thou givest. The Creator and all his saints accord<BR>
+For the kindness thou hast done me that thou have a fair reward.<BR>
+Oh my lord Cid Roy Diaz, thou hast done me honor high.<BR>
+Full well thou cost my service, and well content am I.<BR>
+Mayst thou reap of me some harvest ere my life be at an end.<BR>
+Into God's hands I give thee. From the parley will I wend.<BR>
+Hail God in Heaven! grant us our treaty well to keep."<P>
+CVII.<BR>
+The Cid mounted Bavi&eacute;ca his charger at a leap.<BR>
+"Here before my King Alfonso I say it openly,<BR>
+Who would fain go to the marriage or would have a gift of me,<BR>
+Let him come with me. His profit shall be great, as I conceive."<P>
+Now of his lord Alfonso the lord Cid took his leave..<BR>
+His company he wished not, he departed from him straight.<BR>
+There might you see a many of knights of fair estate<BR>
+Taking leave of King Alfonso, that the while his hands did kiss:<BR>
+"Let it be now thy pleasure, and prithee grant us this--<BR>
+'Neath the Cid to great Valencia now will we march away<BR>
+To see the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n upon their wedding day,<BR>
+And Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra that the Cid's daughters be."<P>
+Therewith the King was satisfied and gave them liberty.<BR>
+And the King's bands diminished and the Cid's increased the more.<BR>
+Great company of people marched with the Campeador.<P>
+They rode straight to Valencia ta'en when his star was high.<BR>
+On Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo he bade them keep an eye.<BR>
+Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z and Per Vermud&oacute;z they had 
+commandment plain--<BR>
+In all my lord Cid's household were not a better twain<BR>
+The ways of them of Carri&oacute;n to discover them and find.<BR>
+Ansu&oacute;r Gonz&aacute;lvez joined the Heirs who was a noisy hind,<BR>
+Loose-tongued, and for untrustful in other things well known.<BR>
+They showered many honors on the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<P>
+Behold them in Valencia that the Cid my lord had ta'en.<BR>
+When they looked upon the city they were exceeding fain.<BR>
+Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z and don Pero, to them the lord Cid spake:<BR>
+"Straightway the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n unto a lodging take,<BR>
+But do you tarry with them, so doth my order run.<BR>
+When entereth in the morning, when breaketh forth the sun,<BR>
+Of Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, their brides, they shall have sight."<P>
+CVIII.<BR>
+Then every man departed to his lodging-place that night.<BR>
+The Cid Campeador has entered his castle once again.<BR>
+Abode him Dame Xim&eacute;na, she and her daughters twain.<P>
+"Campeador who in good season girt sword, thou hast come thy ways;<BR>
+May the eyes of our faces behold thee many days."<P>
+"I am come, wife much honored, by the Creator's grace,<BR>
+And sons-in-law I bring thee, whence our fame shall wax apace.<BR>
+I have married you well, my daughters, so thank me for it well.<P>
+CIX.<BR>
+Forthwith a-kissing of his hands his wife and daughters fell,<BR>
+And likewise all the ladies their pleasure still that did.<BR>
+"Thanks be to the Creator and to thee, fair-bearded Cid,<BR>
+What thing thou cost soever, it is well done indeed.<BR>
+In all thy days thy daughters shall never be in need."<P>
+"When thou givest us in marriage, great wealth to us shall fall."<P>
+CX.<BR>
+"Wife o'mine, Dame Xim&eacute;na. praise God who made us all.<BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, my girls to you I say,<BR>
+ From your marriage in all honor shall we increase alway.<BR>
+But that I did not begin it, the truth now understand;<BR>
+My lord Alfonso sought you and stately made demand<BR>
+With such firm will, I wist not how to deny the thing.<BR>
+And I put you both, my daughters, in the keeping of the King.<BR>
+Know that he giveth you to wed, and that I am not the man."<P>
+CXI.<BR>
+To make beautiful the palace, then one and all began.<BR>
+There was displayed much arras on wall and pavement both,<BR>
+Much purple and much samite and store of precious cloth.<BR>
+'Twould have pleased you in that palace to have sat you down to <BR>
+                                                              eat.<BR>
+And speedily together did his knights assembled meet.<P>
+And for the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n as at that time they sent,<BR>
+To horse they got and onward to the palace forth they went.<BR>
+And fine is all their raiment, and stuff of proof likewise.<BR>
+They came afoot and properly, God! in what lowly guise!<BR>
+The Cid and all his vassals received them when they came.<BR>
+They bowed the head before him; they bowed before his dame;<BR>
+Straightway to take their places on a noble seat they strode.<BR>
+Of my lord Cid all the henchmen exceeding wisdom showed,<BR>
+His speech who in good hour was born in quiet they expect.<P>
+And now the noble Campeador hath risen up erect:<BR>
+"Since such a deed is toward, why do we tarry here?<BR>
+Come hither Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez whom I cherish and hold dear.<BR>
+My daughters twain, behold them, to thy hand I give them o'er.<BR>
+Be it known so to perform it unto the King I swore,<BR>
+To fail in our agreement is in no way mine intent.<BR>
+To the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n their brides, now with thine hand present;<BR>
+Let them have benediction and speed the wedding through."<P>
+To him replied Minaya: "This will I gladly do."<P>
+The ladies rose. He gave them into Minaya's care.<BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n's Heirs, Minaya now doth his charge declare:<BR>
+"Lo! Minaya here before you, ye brothers born that be!<BR>
+By the hand of King Alfonso, who has laid this charge on me,<BR>
+I give to you these ladies that are both of noble blood,<BR>
+That to wife ye take them nobly and in fair guise and good."<P>
+And with a will and gladly to take their brides they came,<BR>
+And they kissed the hands straightway of my lord Cid and his dame.<P>
+They came forth from the palace when all these things were done.<BR>
+And then unto Saint Mary's in haste they got them gone.<BR>
+Bishop Jerome his vestments swiftly to him has ta 'en,<BR>
+And he abode the coming at the portal of the fane.<BR>
+He has given them his blessing, and chanted mass in course.<P>
+When from the church they issued with speed they got to horse.<BR>
+They hastened from Valencia forth on the sandy shore.<BR>
+God! the Cid and his companions, how well their arms they bore!<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born, three times hath changed his steed.<BR>
+With what he saw my lord the Cid was well content indeed,<BR>
+For the two heirs of Carri&oacute;n have well their steeds bestrode.<BR>
+With the ladies to Valencia then home again they rode.<BR>
+In that fair hold resplendent was the wedding that they had.<BR>
+To rear up seven quintains the Cid next morning bade;<BR>
+Before they went to dinner, were the seven burst in twain.<P>
+Full fifteen days together at the wedding they remain.<BR>
+The fifteen days well nigh are done; homeward the nobles ride.<BR>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo who was born in a good tide<BR>
+Of the mules and the palfreys and the battle-chargers swift,<BR>
+Of beasts alone an hundred has granted forth in gift,<BR>
+And cloaks, fur capes, and raiment of other sort great store,<BR>
+and bestowed wealth in money in abundance furthermore.<BR>
+The vassals of my lord the Cid, for they had counselled so,<BR>
+For their part bridal tokens upon the guests bestow.<BR>
+He came by great possession whoso thereof was fain,<BR>
+Who was at the bridal, wealthy came to Castile again.<BR>
+Now are all these guests together about to ride away;<BR>
+To Roy Diaz in good hour born their last devoirs they pay,<BR>
+And likewise to the ladies, and his men of high descent.<BR>
+My lord Cid and his vassals they left in high content.<BR>
+They said much honor of them as was indeed their due.<BR>
+Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo were passing merry too;<BR>
+Of the Count don Gonz&aacute;lvo they were the children twain.<P>
+And now the guests came homeward unto Castile again.<BR>
+The Cid and his two sons-in-law in Valencia they stay.<BR>
+There dwell the Heirs until two years have well nigh passed away.<BR>
+It was a mighty welcome in that city that they had.<BR>
+The Cid and all his vassals were all exceeding glad.<BR>
+Saint Mary and our Father, may it please them to consent<BR>
+That the Cid and he who wrought it with the bridal be content.<BR>
+Of this Cantar the couplets come now unto their end.<BR>
+The Saints and the Creator preserve you and defend.<P>
+<BR>
+CANTAR III<P>
+THE AFFRONT OF CORPES<P>
+CXII.<BR>
+The Cid lay in Valencia with all his men beside;<BR>
+With him the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n his sons-in-law abide.<BR>
+Upon his couch to slumber lay the good Campeador.<BR>
+There fell a hard occasion, a thing they looked not for.<BR>
+ From his cage came forth the lion, from his bonds he broke away.<BR>
+All men throughout the palace in mighty dread were they.<BR>
+'Neath the arm the Campeador his men their mantles up have ta'en,<BR>
+About his couch they gathered, and beside their lord remain.<BR>
+As for Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez the Heir of Carri&oacute;n,<BR>
+He saw no place to hide in; chamber or tower was none.<BR>
+Beneath the seat he crouched him so mighty was his dread.<BR>
+And D&iacute;dago Gonz&aacute;lvez out through the doorway fled,<BR>
+Crying aloud: "Wo! Carri&oacute;n no more shall I behold."<BR>
+Beneath a wine-press timber he hid in fear untold.<BR>
+Thence he brought cloak and tunic all filthy and forlorn.<P>
+With that he woke from slumber, who in happy hour was born,<BR>
+And saw his good men round his couch in a close ring that stood.<P>
+"Now what is this my henchmen ~ What is it that ye would?"<P>
+"Ha, worthy lord! The lion gave us a fearful fright."<BR>
+The Cid leaned on his elbow, on his feet he leaped upright.<BR>
+He flung his cloak on shoulder. Straight for the beast he made.<BR>
+The lion when he saw him, so sorely was afraid<BR>
+That before the Cid, low cowering, to earth his head he bent.<BR>
+Hy lord Cid don Rodrigo him by the neck has hent.<BR>
+He drew him and he dragged him and within his cage shut fast.<BR>
+As many as heheld it thought it a marvel vast.<P>
+And then through the palace they returned unto the hall,<BR>
+Of his sons the Cid made question, but found them not at all.<BR>
+Though they shouted for them loudly, none answered to the hail.<BR>
+And when at last they found them, oh, but their cheeks were pale!<BR>
+Such mirth as in the palace was ye never saw before;<BR>
+But to plague them was forbidden by the lord Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Many thought that but for cowards themselves the twain had shown.<BR>
+Sore grieved at what befell them were the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<P>
+CXIII.<BR>
+While thus the affair standeth wherein they had such shame,<BR>
+A host out of Morocco to besiege Valencia came.<BR>
+Their camp within the Quarter Field have they arrayed aright.<BR>
+For fifty thousand chieftains pavilions have they pight.<BR>
+'Twas the King B&uacute;car if perchance of him ye e'er heard tell.<P>
+CXIV.<BR>
+The Cid and all his henchmen, it pleased them passing well,<BR>
+For so by the lord's favor their gain should grow the more.<BR>
+But know the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n at heart were very sore,<BR>
+For they saw of the Moriscos many and many a tent,<BR>
+Which liked them not. The brothers forthwith apart they went.<BR>
+"We would keep in mind our profit, nor for the loss have care.<BR>
+And now within this battle we must needs do our share."<BR>
+"Such a thing well may keep us from seeing Carri&oacute;n more.<BR>
+Widows will be the daughters of the good Campeador."<P>
+But Mu&ntilde;oz Gusti&oacute;z heakened how in secret they conferred.<BR>
+To the Cid Campeador he came with the tale of what he heard:<BR>
+"The two Heirs thy sons-in-law, their courage is so strong,<BR>
+Because they go to battle, for Carri&oacute;n they long.<BR>
+As God cherishes and keeps them, go bid them have good heart,<BR>
+That they in peace may tarry, nor in battle have a part.<BR>
+But with that we shall conquer, and God shall be our stay."<P>
+My lord Cid don Rodrigo with a smile went his way.<BR>
+"My sons, the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n. God have you in his care.<BR>
+In your arms rest my daughters that as the sun are fair.<BR>
+And as I yearn for battle, so of Carri&oacute;n are ye fain.<BR>
+In pleasance in Valencia to your hearts desire remain!,<BR>
+For as for the Moriscos, them well enough I know,<BR>
+And by grace of the Creator have courage to o'erthrow."<P>
+*******************<P>
+While they spoke thus, King B&uacute;car sent word and commanded The Cid<BR>
+to quit Valencia and go his way in peace.*<P>
+*At this point a lacuna occurs in the text of the poem. The prose<BR>
+passage is supplied from the Chronicle of the Twenty Kings, an<BR>
+emendation due to Pidal.<P>
+Otherwise B&uacute;car would exact payment for all that the Cid had done<BR>
+in the city. The Cid said to him who bore the message: <P>
+"Go thou and say to B&uacute;car, that son of an enemy, that before three<BR>
+days are past, I will give him all that he asks." <P>
+The next day the Cid ordered all his men to take up their weapons,<BR>
+and marched out against the Moors. The Heirs of Carri&oacute;n on that<BR>
+occasion sought the van of him. After the Cid had marshalled his<BR>
+men in order of battle, don Ferr&aacute;ndo, one of the Heirs, went forth<BR>
+to attack a Moor who was called Aladraf. The Moor, when he beheld<BR>
+don Ferr&aacute;ndo, came forward likewise to attack him. Thereupon the<BR>
+Heir of Carri&oacute;n, being overcome with fear of the Moor, wheeled his<BR>
+horse and fled before him. Single-handed he dared not await the<BR>
+Moor's coming.<P>
+When Pero Vermud&oacute;z, who was hard by, beheld this, he attacked the<BR>
+Moor, fought with him and slew him. Then he took the Moor's horse<BR>
+and went in quest of the Heir who was in full flight.<P>
+"Don Ferr&aacute;ndo," he said to him, "take this horse and tell all men<BR>
+that thou didst slay the Moor, his master. I will be thy witness."<BR>
+And the Heir replied: "Don Pero Vermud&oacute;z, I thank thee greatly for<BR>
+what thou sayest.<P>
+*******************<P>
+"May I see that time when payment I shall make to thee twice o'er<BR>
+For all that thou deserves". The twain turned back once more.<BR>
+Don Pero there bore witness to Ferr&aacute;ndo's brag and lie.<BR>
+The Cid and all his vassals were gladdened much thereby.<P>
+"If God our Father wills it, in Heaven that doth dwell,<BR>
+My sons-in-law in battle shall both acquit them well."<P>
+So they spake. And the two armies now the advance began.<BR>
+In the Moorish host resounded of the drums the rataplan.<BR>
+It was among the Christians a marvel sore to some,<BR>
+For never had they heard it, since but newly were they come.<BR>
+On Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo greater wonder yet did fall,<BR>
+And of their free will thither they would not have come at all.<BR>
+To what he said who was brought forth in happy hour give ear:<BR>
+"Ho! now don Pero Vermud&oacute;z, who art my nephew dear,<BR>
+D&iacute;dago and Ferr&aacute;ndo now keep them well for me,<BR>
+For in mine eyes my sons-in-law are dear exceedingly.<BR>
+By God's help the Moriscos shall hold the field no more."<P>
+CXVI.<BR>
+"In the name of every charity I tell thee, Campeador,<BR>
+That today to be their keeper I never will remain.<BR>
+To me they matter little--let him keep them who is fain.<BR>
+I with my men about me against their van will smite;<BR>
+Do thou with thine hold firmly the rearward of the fight.<BR>
+Then canst thou aid me lightly if peril should arise." <P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez came then to him likewise. <BR>
+"Oh, Cid, give ear, and hearken, Oh faithful Campeador! <BR>
+For surely in this battle shall God himself make war, <BR>
+And He will make thee worthy with Him therein to share. <BR>
+Where 'er thou deemest fitting bid us attack them there. <BR>
+Each man must do his duty. Upon them let us thrust. <BR>
+On God and on thy fortune now hangeth all our trust." <BR>
+My lord Cid said: "Then prithee tarry here yet awhile." <BR>
+Lo! don Jerome the Bishop who was armed in gallant style, <BR>
+He stopped before the Campeador. Fair fortune had he aye. <BR>
+"The Mass of Holy Trinity I sang for thee this day. <BR>
+For this cause from mine own country did I seek thee and ensue, <BR>
+Since in the slaughter of the Moor such great delight I knew. <BR>
+And I am fain to honor both mine order and mine hand. <BR>
+In the forefront of the battle it is my desire to stand. <BR>
+And crosses on my pennant, and blazoned arms have I. <BR>
+If it be God his pleasure, I am fain mine arms to try, <BR>
+That so at last my spirit in perfect peace may be, <BR>
+And thou mayst be, my lord the Cid, better content with me. <BR>
+If thou cost me not this honor, from thy side I will retire." <P>
+The lord Cid gave him answer: "I am pleased with thy desire. <BR>
+Of the Moors go make a trial, lo, where they are in sight. <BR>
+ From hence we shall behold it, how the Abbot fights the fight." <P>
+CXVII.<BR>
+And don Jerome the Bishop went spurring thence away. <BR>
+'Gainst the cnd of the encampment lie guided forth the fray. <BR>
+By his good hap and God's mercy who ever loved him well, <BR>
+At the first stroke he delivered two Moors before him fell. <BR>
+When in twain his lance was broken, he set hand upon the blade. <BR>
+Well was he tried. And Name of God! what a fair fight he made! <BR>
+Two with the lance, and with the sword five of the foe he slew. <BR>
+The Moors are very many. Around him close they drew, <BR>
+They did not pierce his armour, though they laid on strokes of<BR>
+                                                           power. <P>
+His eyes beheld the Bishop, who was born in happy hour, <BR>
+He caught his shield, the battle-spear he laid it low along, <BR>
+He spurred Bavi&eacute;ca the well-paced steed and strong, <BR>
+He went to smite against them with all his soul and heart. <BR>
+The foremost ranks of battle did the lord Cid dispart: <BR>
+Of the Moors he struck down seven, and five of them hath slain. <BR>
+God was well pleased, the battle it was granted him to gain. <BR>
+My lord Cid and his henchmen in hot pursuit they went. <BR>
+There had you seen the stakes uptorn and may a tent-rope rent, <BR>
+And all the ten-poles falling that were wrought so rich and brave. <BR>
+ From the tents, my lord Cid's vassals King B&uacute;car's henchmen<BR>
+                                                          drave. <P>
+CXVIII.<BR>
+Out of the tents they drave them; on them in pursuit they flew. <BR>
+Many arms and many a hauberk, had you seen there cloven through,<BR>
+And many a head well helmed in the battle fallen low, <BR>
+And many a steed masterless that galloped to and fro. <BR>
+For seven miles together they followed up the flight. <BR>
+As he followed, on King B&uacute;car the Cid my lord did light: <BR>
+"Turn hither, B&uacute;car. thou hast come from the land over sea. <BR>
+The Cid whose beard is mighty thou shalt meet with presently. <BR>
+Let us greet, and in fast friendship let each to each be bound." <BR>
+To the Cid answered B&uacute;car: "Such a friendship God confound. <BR>
+A sword in hand thou bearest, and I see thee spur amain, <BR>
+Seemeth well that thou upon me to try that blade art fain. <BR>
+If my horse keep from stumbling and falleth not with me. <BR>
+Thou shalt not overtake me till we ride into the sea." <BR>
+My lord Cid answered: "With the truth that word no faith shall<BR>
+                                                             keep." <BR>
+A good steed had B&uacute;car that sprang off great leap on leap. <BR>
+But the Cid's Bavi&eacute;ca upon him fast did gain. <BR>
+Three fathoms from the water was B&uacute;car overta 'en. <BR>
+He has lifted up Col&aacute;da. A great stroke did he smite. <BR>
+The carbuncles upon his heml he has smitten through forthright. <BR>
+He cut straight through the helmet, all else in twain he crave, <BR>
+And slashing to the girdle of the King came down the glaive. <BR>
+B&uacute;car the King from oversea the Cid hath overthrown. <BR>
+Well worth a thousand golden marks was the great sword Tiz&oacute;n, <BR>
+That he took there. 'Twas a victory most marvelous and great. <BR>
+Here my lord Cid got honor and all that on him wait. <P>
+CXIX.<BR>
+And now with all that booty, homeward again they wheeled. <BR>
+And be it known that steadfastly they plundered all the field. <BR>
+With him who in good hour was born to the fonts they came once<BR>
+                                                             more; <BR>
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz, the famous Campeador, <BR>
+With two swords he greatly cherished through the carnage swiftly<BR>
+                                                           passed. <BR>
+O'er his brow his cap was wrinkled, back was his mail-hood cast, <BR>
+And but a little ruffled was the cap upon his hair. <BR>
+On every side his henchmen came thronging to him there. <BR>
+My lord the Cid saw somewhat and was well pleased thereby, <BR>
+For he looked forth before him lifting up his eyes on high. <BR>
+And Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo he beheld, that near him drew. <BR>
+Of the Count don Gonzalvo the children were the two. <BR>
+My lord the Cid smiled beautifully, for a glad man was he. <P>
+"Are ye come here, my sons-in-law? Ye are both sons to me. <BR>
+I know that with the fighting ye are right well content. <BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n fair tidings that concern you shall be sent, <BR>
+How by us the King B&uacute;car unto defeat was thrust. <BR>
+As sure as unto the Lord God and all his saints I trust, <BR>
+With the rout of the foeman shall we all we be satisfied. <BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez came now unto his side. <BR>
+Hacked with the swords was all the shield that at his neck he<BR>
+                                                            wore. <BR>
+The strokes of many lances had scarred it furthermore. <BR>
+They that those strokes had stricken, had reaped therefrom no<BR>
+gain. <BR>
+Down the blood streamed from his elbows. More than twenty had he<BR>
+                                                            slain. <BR>
+"To God and to the Father on High now praises be, <BR>
+And Cid who in good hour wast born so likewise unto thee. <BR>
+Thou slewest the King B&uacute;car, and we ha' won the day. <BR>
+To thee and to thy vassals belongeth all the prey. <BR>
+And as for thy two sons-in-law they have been proved aright, <BR>
+Who got their fill of Moorish war upon the field of fight." <P>
+Said my lord Cid in answer, I therefore am right glad. <BR>
+Since they are proved, hereafter in esteem shall they be had." <P>
+In honesty he said it, but a jest the thing they thought. <BR>
+The prey unto Valencia they gathered and they brough't. <BR>
+My lord the Cid was merry and his vassals with him there. <BR>
+Six hundred marks of silver were allotted to his share. <P>
+The sons-in-law of my lord Cid, when they had ta'en away <BR>
+Their war-prize, when the booty safe in their hand had they, <BR>
+Took care that no decrease thereof should in their time be made. <BR>
+In the city of Valencia they were splendidly arrayed, <BR>
+Feeding well, and wearing noble cloaks and gallant capes of fur. <BR>
+The Cid and all his henchmen exceeding glad they were. <P>
+CXX.<BR>
+'Twas a great day in the palace of the Cid Campeador, <BR>
+When he had slain King B&uacute;car and they won the field of war. <BR>
+He raised his hand, he plucked his beard: "To Christ now glory be, <BR>
+Who is the Lord of all the Earth, for my desire I see, <BR>
+That with me in the battle my two sons should front the foe. <BR>
+Of them most noble tidings to Carri&oacute;n shall go: <BR>
+How they are greatly honored, and what renown they gain." <P>
+CXXI.<BR>
+It was a mighty booty that the Cid his host had ta 'en. <BR>
+Part is their own. In safety they kept the rest aside. <BR>
+My lord the Cid gave orders who was born in a good tide, <BR>
+That to all men of that conquest his true share they should allot, <BR>
+And that the fifth of my lord Cid should nowise be forgot. <BR>
+And all mcn did according, being prudent one and all. <BR>
+For his fifth, six hundred horses to my lord Cid did fall, <BR>
+And there were many camels and, moreover, mules as well. <BR>
+Of them there were so many, that their number none might tell. <P>
+CXXII.<BR>
+All of this prey was captured by the great Campeador: <BR>
+"Now unto God be glory who is Lord the whole world o'er. <BR>
+Before I was in poverty who have grown rich and great, <BR>
+For now I have possessions, gold, honor, and estate; <BR>
+And the two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n my sons-in-law are they. <BR>
+And since it is God's pleasure I win in every fray; <BR>
+And the Moors and the Christians they have great dread of me. <BR>
+And over in Morocco, where many mosques there be, <BR>
+Where all men are in terror lest upon them I descend <BR>
+On some fine night. That venture in no way I intend--<BR>
+I shall not go to seek them. In Valencia I shall stay. <BR>
+By God's aid, to me their tribute they shall render up and pay. <BR>
+To me or unto whom I will, they shall pay the money down." <P>
+Very great was the rejoicing in Valencia the town <BR>
+That rose in all the levies of the Cid Campeador, <BR>
+That God's will hath vouchsafed them to triumph in the war. <BR>
+Likewise of both his sons-in-law excelling was the mirth, <BR>
+For each of them won booty five thousand marks in worth. <BR>
+Themselves they deem right wealthy, those Heirs of Carri&oacute;n twain. <P>
+And they with all the others to the palace came again. <BR>
+With my lord the Cid the Bishop don Jerome standeth here. <BR>
+And the good AIvar Fa&ntilde;ez, the fighting cavalier. <BR>
+Of the Campeador his household are many others by. <BR>
+When the heirs of Carri&oacute;n entered, they were given greeting high. <BR>
+By Minaya for the sake of my lord Cid Campeador: <BR>
+"Come, brothers, by your presence now are we honored more." <BR>
+When they were come the Campeador was merry of his cheer: <BR>
+"Lo! now behold, my sons-in-law, my faithful wife and dear, <BR>
+With Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra that are my daughters twain, <BR>
+Now nobly may they serve you and nobly entertain. <BR>
+Now glory to Saint Mary, Mother of our Lord! God's name! <BR>
+You are like from these your marriages to win abundant fame. <BR>
+Unto the land of Carri&oacute;n fair tidings shall be sped." <P>
+CXXIII.<BR>
+Out spake the Heir Ferr&aacute;ndo when all the word was said: <BR>
+"Glory to the Creator, and, noble Cid, to thee. <BR>
+We have so many riches that numberless they be. <BR>
+Through you we have much honor, and we have fought for you; <BR>
+We conquered the Moriscos in the battle, and we slew <BR>
+King B&uacute;car, proven traitor, so pray you have a care <BR>
+Now for some other matter; well marcheth our affair." <P>
+My lord the Cid his henchmen spake smiling round about <BR>
+Of whoso fought most fiercely or best pursued the rout. <P>
+But Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo mid such men they did not find. <BR>
+And now in all the japing the henchmen had designed <BR>
+Both day and night together they mocked sore the Heirs again. <BR>
+A very evil counsel together took the twain. <BR>
+Verily they are brothers, forthwith apart they turn <BR>
+To the thing that they have spoken, let us have no concern. <BR>
+"Let us return to Carri&oacute;n. Here overlong we wait. <BR>
+The riches wc have gathered are excellent and great. <BR>
+We cannot hope to spend them in the mountance of our lives. <P>
+CXXIV.<BR>
+"Now of the Cid the Campeador let us demand our wives. <BR>
+Let us say that we will bear them to the lands of Carri&oacute;n. <BR>
+The place where they are heiresses shall unto them be shown. <BR>
+We shall take them from Valencia, from the Campeador his reach. <BR>
+And then upon the journey we shall work our will on each, <BR>
+Ere the matter of the lion for a sore reproach and scorn <BR>
+They turn to our discomfort who are heirs of Carri&oacute;n born. <BR>
+We shall bear with us of treasure nigh priceless a fair stock. <BR>
+Of the daughters of the Campeador we two shall make our mock. <BR>
+We shall be rich men always who possess such valiant things, <BR>
+And fit to marry daughters of emperors or kings, <BR>
+Who art the Counts of Carri&oacute;n by virtue of our birth. <BR>
+The Campeador his daughters we shall mock at in our mirth. <BR>
+Ere the matter of the lion they throw at us in disdain." <P>
+When this they had decided the two returned again. <BR>
+Ontspake Ferr&aacute;nd Golzalvez for silence in the Court: <P>
+"Cid Campeador, so may our God abide thy strong support, <BR>
+May it please Dame Xim&eacute;na, but first seem good to thee, <BR>
+And Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez and all men here that be <BR>
+Give us our wives. By marriage are they ours in very deed. <BR>
+Unto our lands in Carri&oacute;n those ladies we will lead. <BR>
+With the dower-lands to enfeoff them that we gave for bridal right <BR>
+Of the lands of our possession, thy daughters shall have sight, <BR>
+And those wherein the children to be born to us shall share." <P>
+The Cid my lord the Campeador scented no insult there: <BR>
+"I shall give you my daughters and of my wealth dispone. <BR>
+Ye gave them glebe of dowry in the lands of Carri&oacute;n, <BR>
+Three thousands marks of dower shall to my girls belong. <BR>
+I will give mules and palfreys both excellent and strong, <BR>
+And great steeds of battle swift and of mighty thew, <BR>
+And cloth and silken garments with the gold woven through. <BR>
+Col&aacute;da and Tiz&oacute;n the swords I will give to you likewise <BR>
+Full well ye know I got them in very gallant guise. <BR>
+My sons ye are, for to you do I give my daughters two. <BR>
+My very heart's blood thither ye carry home with you. <BR>
+In Le&oacute;n and in Galicia and Castile let all men hear <BR>
+How I sent forth my sons-in-law with such abundant gear. <BR>
+And serve you well my daughters, your wedded wives that be. <BR>
+An you serve them well rich guerdon ye shall obtain of me." <BR>
+To this the heirs of Carri&oacute;n their full assent made plain. <BR>
+The daughters of the Campeador were given them and ta'en, <BR>
+And they began receiving as the Cid's orders went. <BR>
+When of all their heart's desire they were at last content, <BR>
+Then Carri&oacute;n's heirs commanded that the packs be loaded straight, <P>
+Through Valencia the city was the press of business great, <BR>
+And all have taken weapons and all men gallop strong, <BR>
+For they must forth the daughters of the Cid to speed along <BR>
+Unto the lands of Carri&oacute;n. To mount all men prepare, <BR>
+Farewell all men are saying. But the two sisters there, <BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, kneeled to the Cid Campeador: <BR>
+"A boon, so may God keep thee, O father, we implore. <P>
+Thou begottest us. Our mother she brought us forth in pain. <BR>
+Our liege-lord and our lady, here do ye stand ye twain. <BR>
+Now to the lands of Carri&oacute;n to send us is your will; <BR>
+It is our bounden duty thy commandment to fulfil. <BR>
+And so we two together ask but this boon of thee, <BR>
+That in the lands of Carri&oacute;n thy tidings still may be." <BR>
+My lord the Cid has clasped them, and he has kissed the twain. <P>
+CXXV.<BR>
+This hath he done. Their mother hath doubled it again. <BR>
+"Go, daughters! the Creator of you henceforth have care <BR>
+Mine and your father's blessing you still with you shall bear. <BR>
+Go forth where you are dowered in Carri&oacute;n to dwell. <BR>
+I have, after my thinking, married you passing well." <BR>
+The hands of their father and their mother kissed the two. <BR>
+Blessing and benediction they gave to them anew. <P>
+My lord Cid and the others have fettled them to ride, <BR>
+With armor and with horses and caparisons of pride. <BR>
+ From Valencia the splendid were the Heirs departing then. <BR>
+They took leave of the ladies and all their bands of men. <BR>
+Through the meadow of Valencia forth under arms they went. <BR>
+The Cid and all his armies were very well content. <BR>
+He who in good hour belted brand in signs had seen it plain <BR>
+That these marriages in no way should stand without a stain. <BR>
+But since the twain are married, he may not repent him now. <P>
+CXXVI.<BR>
+"My nephew Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz, I prithee where art thou? <BR>
+Thou art my daughters' cousin in thy soul and in thine heart. <BR>
+With them even unto Carri&oacute;n I command thee to depart. <BR>
+Thou shalt see what lands for dower to my girls are given o'er, <BR>
+And shalt come again with tidings unto the Campeador.'' <P>
+Quoth Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz: "Heart and soul that duty pleases me." <BR>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez before the Cid came he: <BR>
+"Back to the town of Valencia, Oh Cid, now let us go; <BR>
+For if our God and Father the Creator's will be so, <BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n's lands thy daughters to visit we shall wend. <BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, to God do we commend. <BR>
+Such things may you accomplish as will make us glad and fain." <P>
+The sons-in-law gave answer: "Now that may God ordain." <P>
+They lamented much at parting. Daughters and sire wept sore, <BR>
+So also wept the cavaliers of the Cid Campeador. <BR>
+"Thou, cousin, Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz, now hark to this aright. <BR>
+Thou shalt go by Mol&iacute;na, and there shalt lie one night, <BR>
+And greet fair the Morisco Avengalv&oacute;n my friend; <BR>
+That he may most fair reception to my sons-in-law extend. <BR>
+Tell him I send my daughters to the lands of Carri&oacute;n, <BR>
+In all their needs his courtesy as beseemeth shall be shown. <BR>
+Let him ward them to Med&iacute;na for the love he beareth me. <BR>
+For all that he cloth for them I will give him a rich fee." <P>
+They parted then, as when the nail out of the flesh is torn. <P>
+He turned back to Valencia who in happy hour was born. <BR>
+And now the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n have fettled them to fare. <BR>
+Saint Mary of Alvarraz&iacute;n, their halting-place was there. <P>
+ From thence the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n plied furiously the spur. <BR>
+Ho! in Mol&iacute;na with the Moor Avengalv&oacute;n they were. <BR>
+The Morisco when he heard it in his heart was well content, <BR>
+And forth with great rejoicings to welcome them he went. <BR>
+Ah, God! how well he served them in what e 'er their joy might be! <BR>
+The next day in the morning to horse with them got he. <BR>
+He bade two hundred horsemen for escort forth to ride. <BR>
+They crossed the mountains of Luz&oacute;n (so are they signified), <BR>
+And the Vale of Arbuju&eacute;lo to the Jal&oacute;n they came. <BR>
+The place where they found lodging, Ansar&eacute;ra is its name. <BR>
+Unto the daughters of the Cid, the Moor fair presents gave, <BR>
+And to either Heir of Carri&oacute;n beside a charger brave. <BR>
+For the love he bore the Campeador, all this for them he wrought. <P>
+They looked upon the riches that the Moor with him had brought <BR>
+And then together treason did the brothers twain concert. <BR>
+"Since the daughters of the Campeador we shortly shall desert, <BR>
+If but we might do unto death Aengalvon the Moor, <BR>
+The treasure he possesses for ourselves we should secure <BR>
+Safe as our wealth in Carri&oacute;n those goods we will maintain. <BR>
+And ne'er will the Cid Campeador avenge on us the stain." <BR>
+While they of Carri&oacute;n this shame complotted each with each, <BR>
+In the midst a Moor o'erheard them, that could of Latin speech. <BR>
+He kept no secret. With it to Avengalv&oacute;n he ran: <BR>
+"Thou art my lord. Be wary of these persons, Castellan. <BR>
+I heard the heirs of Carri&oacute;n that plotted death for thee." <P>
+CXXVII.<BR>
+This same Avengalv&oacute;n the Moor, a gallant man was he <BR>
+He got straightway on horseback with servitors ten score. <BR>
+He brandished high his weapons, he came the Heirs before. <BR>
+And the two Heirs with what he said but little pleased they are: <BR>
+"If for his sake I forebore not, my lord Cid of Biv&aacute;r, <BR>
+I would do such deeds upon you as through all the world should<BR>
+                                                             ring, <P>
+And then to the true Campeador his daughters would I bring. <BR>
+And unto Carri&oacute;n never should you enter from that day. <P>
+CXXVIII.<BR>
+What I have done against you, ho! Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, say, <BR>
+For without guile I served you, and lo, my death ye plot. <BR>
+For wicked men and traitors I will leave you on the spot. <BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra with your good leave I go; <BR>
+For of these men of Carri&oacute;n I rate the fame but low. <BR>
+God will it and command it, who is Lord of all the Earth. <BR>
+That the Campeador hereafter of this match have joy and mirth." <BR>
+That thing the Moor has told them, and back he turned him there. <BR>
+When he crossed over thee Jal&oacute;n, weapon he waved in air. <BR>
+He returned unto Mol&iacute;na like a man of prudent heart. <P>
+And now from Ansar&eacute;ra did Carri&oacute;n's Heirs depart; <BR>
+And they began thereafter to travel day and night. <BR>
+And they let Ati&eacute;nza on the left, a craggy height. <BR>
+The forest of Mi&eacute;des, now have they overpassed, <BR>
+And on through Montes Claros they pricked forward spurring fast. <BR>
+And then passed Griza on the left that Alamos did found. <BR>
+There be the caves where Elpha he imprisoned underground. <BR>
+And they left San Est&eacute;van, on their right that lay afar. <BR>
+Within the woods of Corpes, the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n are. <BR>
+And high the hills are wooded, to the clouds the branches sweep, <BR>
+And savage are the creatures that roundabout them creep; <BR>
+And there upon a bower with a clear spring they light <BR>
+And there the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n bade that their tent be pight. <BR>
+There with their men about them, that night they lay at rest. <BR>
+With their wives clasped to their bosom their affection they<BR>
+                                                         protest, <BR>
+But ill the twain fulfilled it, when the dawn came up the East. <BR>
+They bade put goods a plenty on the back of every beast. <BR>
+Where they at night found lodging, now have they struck the tent. <BR>
+The people of their household far on before them went. <BR>
+Of the two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n so the commandment ran, <BR>
+That none behind should linger, a woman or a man. <BR>
+But Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra their wives shall tarry still, <BR>
+With whom it is their pleasure to dally to their fill. <P>
+The others have departed. They four are left alone. <BR>
+Great evil had been plotted by the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n. <BR>
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, ye may take this for true: <BR>
+Here in the desert wildwood shall a mock be made of you. <BR>
+Today is our departure, we will leave you here behind. <BR>
+And in the lands of Carri&oacute;n no portion shall you find. <BR>
+Let them hasten with these tidings to the Cid Campeador. <BR>
+Thus, the matter of the lion, we avenge ourselves therefor." <P>
+Their furs and their mantles, from the ladies they have whipped. <BR>
+In their shifts and their tunics they left the ladies stripped. <BR>
+With spur on heel before them those wicked traitors stand, <BR>
+And saddle-girths both stout and strong they have taken in the<BR>
+                                                             hand. <BR>
+When the ladies had beheld it, then out spake Sol the dame: <BR>
+"Don Di&eacute;go, don Ferr&aacute;ndo, we beeech you in God's name. <BR>
+You have two swords about you, that for strength and edge are<BR>
+                                                             known. <BR>
+And one they call Col&aacute;da, the other is Tiz&oacute;n. <BR>
+Strike off our heads together, and martyrs we shall die. <BR>
+The Moriscos and the Christians against this deed shall cry. <BR>
+It stands not with our deserving that we should suffer thus. <BR>
+So evil an example, then do not make of us. <BR>
+Unto our own abasement, if you scourge us, you consent, <BR>
+That men will bring against you in parle and parliament." <P>
+Naught profits it the ladies, however hard they pray. <BR>
+And now the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n upon them 'gan to lay. <BR>
+With the buckled girths they scourged them in fashion unbeseen, <BR>
+And exceeding was their anguish from the sharp spurs and keen. <BR>
+They rent the shifts and wounded the bodies of the two, <BR>
+And forth upon the tunics the clear blood trickled through. <BR>
+In their very hearts the ladies have felt that agony. <BR>
+What a fair fortune were it, if God's will it might be, <BR>
+Had then appeared before them the Cid the Campeador. <P>
+Powerless were the ladies, and the brothers scourged them sore. <BR>
+Their shifts and their sullies throughout the blood did stain. <BR>
+Of scourging the two ladies wearied the brothers twain, <P>
+Which man should smite most fiercely they had vied each with each. <BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra had no longer power of speech. <BR>
+Within the wood of Corpes for dead they left the pair. <P>
+CXXIX.<BR>
+Their cloaks and furs of ermine along with them they bare, <BR>
+In their shifts and tunics, fainting, they left them there behind, <BR>
+A prey to every wild-fowl and beast of savage kind. <P>
+Know you, for dead, not living, they left them in such cheer. <BR>
+Good hap it were if now the Cid, Roy Diaz, should appear. <P>
+CXXX.<BR>
+The Heirs of Carri&oacute;n for dead have left them thus arrayed, <BR>
+For the one dame to the other, could give no sort of aid.<BR>
+They sang each other's praises as they journeyed through the wood: <BR>
+"For the question of our marriage we have made our vengeance good. <BR>
+Unbesought, to be our lemans we should not take that pair, <BR>
+Because as wedded consorts for our arms unfit they were. <BR>
+For the insult of the lion vengeance shall thus be ta'en." <P>
+CXXXI.<BR>
+They sang each other's praises, the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n twain. <BR>
+But now of Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz will I tell the tale once more. <BR>
+Even he that was nephew to the Cid Campeador. <BR>
+They had bidden him ride onward, but he was not well content. <BR>
+And his heart smote within him as along the road he went. <BR>
+Straightway from all the others' a space did he withraw. <BR>
+There Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz entered into a thick-grown straw, <BR>
+Till the coming of his cousins should be plain to be perceived <BR>
+Or what the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n as at that time achieved. <BR>
+And he beheld them coming, and heard them say their say, <BR>
+But they did not espy him, nor thought of him had they. <BR>
+Be it known death he had not scaped, had they on him laid eye. <BR>
+And the two Heirs rode onward, pricking fast the spur they ply. <BR>
+On their trail Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz has turned him back again. <BR>
+He came upon his cousins. In a swoon lay the twain. <BR>
+And crying "Oh my cousins!" straightway did he alight. <BR>
+By the reins the horse he tethered, and went to them forthright. <P>
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, cousins of mine that be, <BR>
+The two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n have borne them dastardly. <BR>
+Please God that for this dealing they may get a shameful gain." <BR>
+And straightway he bestirred him to life to bring the twain. <BR>
+Deep was their swoon. Of utterance all power they had forlorn. <BR>
+Of his heart the very fabric thereby in twain was torn. <BR>
+"Oh my cousins Dame Elv&iacute;ra and Dame Sol," he cried and spake, <BR>
+"For the love of the Creator, my cousins twain, awake, <BR>
+While yet the day endureth, ere falls the evening-hour, <BR>
+Lest in the wood our bodies the savage beast devour." <P>
+In Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra fresh life began to rise; <BR>
+And they looked on Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz when at last they oped 
+their eyes: <BR>
+"For the love of God my cousins, now be of courage stout. <BR>
+ From the time the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n shall miss me from their rout, <BR>
+With utmost speed thereafter will they hunt me low and high. <BR>
+And if God will not help us, in this place we then must die." <BR>
+To him out spoke the Lady Sol in bitter agony: <BR>
+"If the Campeador, our father, deserveth well of thee, <BR>
+My cousin give us water, so may God help thee too." <BR>
+A hat had Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz, from Valencia, fine and new, <BR>
+Therein he caught the water, and to his cousins bore. <BR>
+To drink their fill he gave them, for they were stricken sore. <BR>
+Till they rose up, most earnestly he begged them and implored. <BR>
+He comforts them and heartens them until they are restored. <BR>
+He took the two and quickly set them a-horse again. <BR>
+He wrapped them in his mantle. He took the charger's rein <BR>
+Aud sped them on, and through Corpes Wood they took their way. <BR>
+They issued from the forest between the night and day. <BR>
+The waters of Du&eacute;ro they at the last attain. <BR>
+At Dame Urr&aacute;ca's tower he left behind the twain, <BR>
+And then unto Saint Stephen's did Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz fare. <BR>
+He found Di&eacute;go Tellez, Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez' vassal, there. <BR>
+When he had heard those tidings on his heart great sorrow fell. <BR>
+And he took beasts of burden and garments that excel. <BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra to welcome did he go. <BR>
+He lodged the in Saint Stephen's. Great honor did he show <BR>
+Those ladies. In Saint Stephen's very gentle are the men, <BR>
+When they had heard the tidings their hearts were sorry then. <BR>
+To the Cid's daughters tribute of plenteous fare they yield. <BR>
+In that place the ladies tarried, till the time when they were<BR>
+                                                          healed. <P>
+Loud they sang each other's praises, those Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, <BR>
+And of their deeds the tidings through all these lands were known. <BR>
+Of the good King don Alfonso the heart for grief was torn. <BR>
+To Valencia the city now are the tidings borne. <BR>
+To my lord Cid the Campeador that message when they brought, <BR>
+Thereon for a full hour's space, he pondered and he thought. <BR>
+His hand he has uplifted and gripped his beard amain: <BR>
+"Now unto Christ be glory who o'er all the earth doth reign. <BR>
+Since thus sought they of Carri&oacute;n to keep mine honor whole. <BR>
+Now by this beard that never was plucked by living soul, <BR>
+Thereby the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n no pleasure shall they gain. <BR>
+As for the dames my daughters, I shall marry well the twain. <P>
+The Cid and all his courtiers were sorry grievously, <BR>
+Heart and soul Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez a sad man was he.    <BR>
+Minaya with Per Vermud&oacute;z straightway the steed bestrode,<BR>
+And good Martin Antol&iacute;nez in Burgos that abode,<BR>
+With ten score horse that to that end the Cid set in array.<BR>
+Most earnestly he charged them to ride both night and day,<BR>
+And to the town Valencia his daughters twain to bring.<BR>
+About their lord's commandment there was no tarrying. <BR>
+Swiftly they got on horseback and rode both day and night. <BR>
+Into Gormaz they entered, a strong place of might.<BR>
+In sooth one night they lodged there. To Saint Stephen's tidings<BR>
+                                                              flew<BR>
+That Minaya was come thither to bring home his cousins two.<BR>
+The dwellers in Saint Stephen's, as becomes the true and brave,<BR>
+To Minaya and his henchmen a noble welcome gave,<BR>
+And for tribute to Minaya brought that night of cheer good store.<BR>
+He desired not to accept it, but he thanked them well therefor;<BR>
+"Thanks, stout men of Saint Stephen's, for ye bear you wise and<BR>
+                                                              well.<BR>
+For the honor that ye did us, for the thing that us befel,<BR>
+Where bides the Cid the Campeador he gives true thanks to you,<BR>
+As I do here. May God on high give you your payment due."<P>
+Therewith they thanked him greatly, with him were all content<BR>
+Then swiftly to their lodging to rest that night they went.<BR>
+Where bode his kin, Minaya to see them went his ways. Dame<BR>
+Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra upon him fixed their gaze: "So heartily we<BR>
+thank thee, as our eyes on God were set, <BR>
+And prithee thank Him for it, since we are living yet.<BR>
+In the days of ease thereafter, in Valencia when we dwell,<BR>
+The tale of our affliction, we shall have strength to tell.<P>
+CXXXII.<BR>
+The dames and Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, the tears flowed from their eyes. <BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z because of them was sorely grieved likewise.<BR>
+"Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, be not down-hearted still, <BR>
+Since you are well and living and without other ill. <BR>
+Ye have lost a good marriage, better matches shall ye make. <BR>
+Oh may we soon behold the day when vengeance we shall take!" <BR>
+So all that night they lay there keeping a merry tide.<BR>
+    <BR>
+The next day in the morning they fettled them to ride. <BR>
+The people of Saint Stephen's their party escort bore, <BR>
+With every sort of solace e'en to Riodamor. <BR>
+There they took leave, and got them in stead to travel back. <BR>
+Minaya and the ladies rode forward on the track. <BR>
+They have passed Alcoceva. On the right Gormaz left they. <BR>
+They have come o'er the river in the place called Vadorrey,<BR>
+And in the town Berlanga their lodging have they made. <BR>
+The next day in the morning set forth the cavalcade. <BR>
+In the place called Med&iacute;na their shelter have they sought. <BR>
+ From Med&iacute;na to Mol&iacute;na on the next day were they brought. <BR>
+And there the Moor Avengalv&oacute;n was pleased in heart thereby. <BR>
+Forth with good will he issued to give them welcome high, <BR>
+For my lord Cid's love a supper he gave them rich and great. <BR>
+Thence on unto Valencia they have departed straight. <BR>
+When to him who in good honor was born the news of it was sent, <BR>
+Swiftly he got on horseback, and forth to greet them went. <BR>
+As he rode he brandished weapons; very joyful was his face. <BR>
+My lord the Cid came forward his daughters to embrace.<BR>
+And after he had kissed them he smiled upon the two: <BR>
+"Are ye then come my daughters? 'Gainst ill God succor you. <BR>
+This marriage I accepted, daring not say otherwise. <BR>
+May the Creator grant it, who dwelleth in the skies, <BR>
+That you with better husbands hereafter I may see. <BR>
+God! on my sons of Carri&oacute;n grant me avenged to be. <BR>
+"The hands of their father to kiss, the two bent down. <BR>
+And under arms they hastened and came into the town.<BR>
+Their mother Dame Xim&eacute;na with them good cheer she made.<BR>
+And he who in good hour was born, he tarried not nor stayed,<BR>
+But there unto his comrades so privily he spake:<BR>
+To King Alfonso of Castile those tidings shall they take.<BR>
+   <BR>
+CXXXIII.<BR>
+"Where art thou, Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z, vassal of fair report<BR>
+In a good time I cherished and reared thee in my court.<BR>
+To King Alfonso in Castile these tidings do thou take.<BR>
+His hands with heart and spirit do thou kiss them for my sake--<BR>
+I am known for his vassal, he for my lord is known--<BR>
+At the dishonor done me by the heirs of Carri&oacute;n<BR>
+Shall the good King be troubled in his soul and in his heart.<BR>
+He gave to wed my daughters, therein I had no part.<BR>
+Since my girls they have deserted with great dishonor thus,<BR>
+If they have put an insult by that action upon us,<BR>
+The great part and the little, my lord's is all the scorn.<BR>
+My possessions, which are mighty, off with them have they borne,<BR>
+This and the other insult well may make me ill content.<BR>
+Bring them to parley with me in assize or parliament,<BR>
+So that I may have justice on the heirs of Carri&oacute;n,<BR>
+For in my heart the anguish exceeding great is grown."<P>
+Thereupon Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z swiftly the steed bestrode.<BR>
+To wait upon his pleasure two horsemen with him rode,<BR>
+And with him were esquires that of his household were.<BR>
+They departed from Valencia as fast as they could spur,<BR>
+They gave themselves no respite either by night or noon.<BR>
+And the King don Alfonso he found at Sahag&uacute;n.<BR>
+Of Castile is he the ruler, of Le&oacute;n furthermore.<BR>
+And likewise of Asturias, yea, to San Salvador.<BR>
+As far as Santiago for lord paramount is he known.<BR>
+The counts throughout Galicia him for their sovereign own. <BR>
+As soon as Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z got down from horseback there,<BR>
+Before the Saints he kneeled him, and to God he made his prayer.<BR>
+Where the court was in the palace straightway his steps he bent.<BR>
+The horsemen two that served him as their lord beside him went.<BR>
+As soon as they had entered amid the royal train<BR>
+The King saw them and knew lightly Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z again.<BR>
+The King rose up and nobly he welcomed him and well.<BR>
+before the King Alfonso on bended knee he fell.<BR>
+The King's feet, Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z, that wight, has kissed withal:<BR>
+"A boon, King, thee the sovereign of kingdoms broad they call.<BR>
+The Campeador, he kisses so well thy feet and hands;<BR>
+Thou art his lord; thy vassal as at all times he stands.<BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n's Heirs his daughters were given to wed by thee.<BR>
+It was a glorious marriage for it was thy decree.<BR>
+The honor that befel us is to thee already known,<BR>
+What flout was put upon us by the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<BR>
+Fiercely they scourged the daughters of the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Naked, in great dishonor and from the scourging sore,<BR>
+In Corpes Wood unguarded they cast the dames away,<BR>
+Unto the savage creatures and the forest-fowl a prey,<BR>
+And lo! now to Valencia his daughters are restored.<BR>
+For this thy hand he kisses as a vassal to his lord,<BR>
+That thou bring them to confront him in assize or parliament.<BR>
+He holds himself dishonored, but fouler art thou shent.<BR>
+And King, sore should it grieve thee, and he prays, for wise art<BR>
+                                                              thou,<BR>
+That my lord Cid may have justice on the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n now."<BR>
+The king long while was silent, pondering thereon apart:<BR>
+"The truth will I say to thee. It grieves me to the heart.<BR>
+So hast thou, Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z, herein a true thing said,<BR>
+For to Carri&oacute;n's Heirs, his daughters I gave indeed to wed.<BR>
+For good I did it, deeming that there his vantage lay.<BR>
+But would now that that marriage had ne'er been made today.<BR>
+My lord the Cid and I myself, sore grieved at heart are we.<BR>
+I must help him unto justice, so God my savior be.<BR>
+Though I would not at this season, I must do even so.<BR>
+And now through all my Kingdom forth shall mine heralds go,<BR>
+For in Toledo city a court shall they proclaim,<BR>
+So that counts may come and nobles that be of lesser name.<BR>
+The Heirs of Carri&oacute;n thither I will summon furthermore;<BR>
+And there shall they give justice to my lord Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Yet while I can prevent it, he shall have no cause to mourn.<BR>
+    <BR>
+CXXXIV.<BR>
+"And say unto the Campeador, who in good hour was born,<BR>
+That he may with his vassals for these seven weeks prepare<BR>
+To come unto Toledo. That term I grant him fair.<BR>
+I will hold these assizes since the Cid to me is dear.<BR>
+Greet them all for me fairly, let them be of joyful cheer.<BR>
+For what befel, of honor they yet shall have no lack."<BR>
+     <BR>
+His leave ta'en, Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z to my lord Cid turned back.<BR>
+Since he had undertaken that the charge on him should fall,<BR>
+Alfonso the Castilian delayed it not at all.<BR>
+To Le&oacute;n and Santiago he sent letters without fail,<BR>
+And unto the Galicians, and the men of Portingale.<BR>
+Tidings to them in Carri&oacute;n and in Castile they bring<BR>
+Of a Court held in Toledo by the much honored King,<BR>
+And that there they should be gathered when seven weeks should <BR>
+                                                             end.<BR>
+Who stayed at home, true vassalage no longer could pretend.<BR>
+And all men so determined throughout his breadth of lands<BR>
+Not to fail in the fulfillment of the King's high commands.<BR>
+   <BR>
+CXXXV.<BR>
+Now are the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n troubled by the report<BR>
+That the King within Toledo was about to hold his court.<BR>
+They fear my lord Cid Campeador will have his part therein,<BR>
+And they took counsel, seeing that they were near of kin.<BR>
+The King for dispensation to stay from court they prayed.<BR>
+Said the King: <BR>
+               "I will not do it, as God shall stand mine aid.<BR>
+For my lord Cid the Campeador that place shall come unto,<BR>
+And you shall do him justice for he makes complaint of you.<BR>
+Who refuses, or denies it to come unto mine assize,<BR>
+Let him quit my realm. The fellow finds no favor in mine eyes."<P>
+And now the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n saw that it must be done<BR>
+Since they are very near of kin, counsel they took thereon.<BR>
+Count Garc&iacute;a that to ruin the Cid sought evermore,<BR>
+My lord the Cid's arch-foeman, share in these matters bore.<BR>
+This man has given counsel to the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n twain.<BR>
+Time came: to the assizes to hasten they were fain.<BR>
+Thither among the foremost doth good King Alfonso go,<BR>
+With him the Count don Henry, and Count don Rem&oacute;nd also--<BR>
+For the sire of the most noble the Emperor was he known.<BR>
+There came the Count don Fro&iacute;la and the Count don Birb&oacute;n.<BR>
+Out of his realm came many of wise hearts and leal<BR>
+All the best men were gathered of the kingdom of Castile.<BR>
+And there with Crespo de Gra&ntilde;&oacute;n, Count don Garc&iacute;a came<BR>
+And he who ruled in Oca--Alvar Diaz was his name.<BR>
+With Gonzalvo Ansu&oacute;rez, Ansu&oacute;r Gonz&aacute;lvez stood. <BR>
+Know ye well with them was Pero of the Ansu&oacute;rez blood.<BR>
+Di&eacute;go and Ferr&aacute;ndo both to the place resort,<BR>
+And with them a great company that they had brought to Court.<BR>
+Upon my lord Cid Campeador 'tis their intent to fall.<BR>
+    <BR>
+Unto the place they gather from every side and all.<BR>
+But he who in good hour was born, not yet hath he drawn nigh.<BR>
+Because so long he tarries is the king displeased thereby.<BR>
+My lord the Cid the Campeador is come on the fifth day.<BR>
+He has sent Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez ahead of his array,<BR>
+That he might kiss the King his hands that is his lord of right,<BR>
+The King might know it surely, he would be at hand that night.<BR>
+Now when the King had heard it, his heart was glad indeed.<BR>
+With companies most mighty the King leaped on the steed, <BR>
+And him who in good hour was born he went to welcome there.<BR>
+Came the Cid and all his henchmen equipped exceeding fair.<BR>
+Oh! noble troops that follow a captain of such might!<BR>
+When good King don Alfonso of my lord the Cid got sight,<BR>
+My lord the Cid, the Campeador, cast himself on the sward.<BR>
+Himself he thus could humble and do honor to his lord.<BR>
+When the King saw he tarried not.<BR>
+                                 "Saint Isidore to speed!<BR>
+This day so shalt thou never. Mount, Cid, upon the steed!<BR>
+If not, so ends my pleasure. Let us greet on either part<BR>
+With heart and soul. What grieveth thee hath hurt me to the heart.<BR>
+God ordereth that by thee the court this day shall honored be."<BR>
+My lord Cid, the true Campeador, to this "Amen" said he.<BR>
+He kissed his hand and fairly gave him greeting then:<BR>
+"To God now thanks be given, that I see thee, lord, again.<BR>
+To thee I bow, so also to Count don Rem&oacute;nd I bow,<BR>
+To Count Henry and to all men that are in presence now.<BR>
+God save our friends and foremost, sire, may he cherish thee.<BR>
+My wife the Dame Xim&eacute;na--a worthy dame is she--<BR>
+Kisses thy hands. My daughters, the twain do so as well,<BR>
+That so thou mayst have pity for the ill thing that befel."<BR>
+"Verily, so God help me," answered the King thereto.<BR>
+   <BR>
+CXXXVI.<BR>
+Then homeward to Toledo, the King returned anew.<BR>
+Unfain to cross the Tagus was my lord Cid that night:<BR>
+"A boon, King. The Creator, may he shield thee in His might!<BR>
+Oh sire, do thou get ready to enter in the town.<BR>
+In San Serv&aacute;n my henchman and I will lay us down,<BR>
+For hither in the night-tide shall come those bands of mine;<BR>
+And I will keep my vigil here by the holy shrine.<BR>
+I will come to town tomorrow at the breaking of the day,<BR>
+And, ere I eat my dinner, to court will take my way."<BR>
+To him the King gave answer: "Surely, I am content."<BR>
+Then the King don Alfonso into Toledo went.<BR>
+My lord the Cid Roy Diaz lieth in San Serv&aacute;n.<BR>
+To make candles and to set them on the shrine, his order ran.<BR>
+To watch that sanctuary was gladness to his heart,<BR>
+As he prayed to the Creator and spake to him apart.<BR>
+Minaya, and as many as were gathered of good fame<BR>
+Were in accord together when at length the morning came.<BR>
+    <BR>
+CXXXVII.<BR>
+Matins and prime they sang there till the dawn had begun,<BR>
+Before the sun had risen the mass was o'er and done.<BR>
+With rich and timely offering that chapel they endow.<BR>
+"Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez--my strongest arm art thou--<BR>
+Thyself shall hear me company and the Bishop, don Jerome<BR>
+So too this Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z and Per Vermud&oacute;z shall come,<BR>
+And Martin Antol&iacute;nez from Burgos true and tried<BR>
+And with Alvar Salvad&oacute;rez, Alvar Alvarez beside,<BR>
+And Martin M&uacute;&ntilde;oz who was born in a season of good grace,<BR>
+So likewise Felez M&uacute;&ntilde;oz a nephew of my race.<BR>
+Mal Anda wise exceeding, along with me shall go<BR>
+And the good Gal&iacute;nd Garc&iacute;az of Aragon also.<BR>
+With these knights a round hundred of the good men here ordain.<BR>
+Let all men wear their tunics the harness to sustain,<BR>
+Let them assume the hauberks that white as sunlight glare,<BR>
+And upon the hauberks ermines and mantles of the vair<BR>
+Let them lace tight their armour, let not the arms be seen.<BR>
+They shall bear beneath their mantles the swords both sweet and<BR>
+                                                              keen.<BR>
+To the court in such a fashion to enter am I fain,<BR>
+My rights there to demand them and to speak my meaning plain.<BR>
+If there the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n seek to dishonor me,<BR>
+No whit then shall I fear them, though a hundred strong they be."<BR>
+To him all gave their answer: "Such, lord, is our desire,"<BR>
+Even as he had commanded they ordered their attire.<BR>
+    <BR>
+He who in happy hour was born would brook no more delay.<BR>
+Upon his legs the hosen of fair cloth he drew straightway,<BR>
+And shoes adorned most richly upon his feet has done;<BR>
+he donned a shirt of linen fine as white as is the sun;<BR>
+The sleeves are laced, moreover, with gold and silver braid.<BR>
+The cuff fit close upon them for he bade them so be made.<BR>
+Thereo'er a silken tunic most fairly wrought he drew.<BR>
+The threads of gold shone brightly that were woven through and<BR>
+                                                          through.<BR>
+A red fur gown gold-belted he cast his tunic o'er.<BR>
+That gown alway he weareth, my lord Cid Campeador.<BR>
+He hath of finest linen a cap upon his hair,<BR>
+With the gold wrought, moreover, and fashioned with due care,<BR>
+That the locks of the good Campeador might not be disarrayed.<BR>
+And with a cord his mighty beard my lord the Cid doth braid.<BR>
+All this he did desiring well his person to dispose.<BR>
+O'er his attire a mantle of mighty worth he throws.<BR>
+Thereat might all men wonder that thereabouts did stand.<BR>
+Then with the chosen hundred whereto he gave command<BR>
+ From San Serv&aacute;n forth issuing he got to horse apace.<BR>
+Under arms the Cid departed unto the judgment-place.<BR>
+Duly without the postern he descended from his horse,<BR>
+And prudently he entered the palace with his force.<BR>
+Midmost he went; his hundred girt him round on every side.<BR>
+When they had seen him enter, who was born in happy tide,<BR>
+Then the good King Alfonso upon his feet did rise,<BR>
+So also Count don Henry, and Count don Rem&oacute;nd likewise.<BR>
+And they arose, the others of the court, ye well may know.<BR>
+To him who in good hour was born great honor did they show.<BR>
+One man there was arose not--'twas Crespo de Gra&ntilde;&oacute;n--<BR>
+Nor any of the party of the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<P>
+The King has ta'en my lord Cid's hand:<BR>
+                                      "Come sit thee, Campeador,<BR>
+On the bench here beside me--thy gift to me of yore.<BR>
+Thou art our better, though there be umbrage therefor that take."<BR>
+Then he who won Valencia for gratitude he spake:<BR>
+"Sit like a king and master on thy bench, for it is thine;<BR>
+In this station will I tarry here with these men of mine."<P>
+Of what my lord Cid uttered was the King's heart glad and fain.<BR>
+Upon a bench well carven the Cid his seat has ta'en;<BR>
+The hundred men that guard him are seated round him there.<BR>
+And all men in the Cortes upon my lord Cid stare,<BR>
+And the long beard he weareth that is braided with a cord.<BR>
+He seems by his apparel to be a splendid lord.<BR>
+For shame the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n his gaze they could not meet.<BR>
+    <BR>
+The good King don Alfonso then rose unto his feet:<BR>
+"Hearken ye gentle companies, so God your hands sustain.<BR>
+But two court have I holden in the space of all my reign.<BR>
+In Burgos one, in Carri&oacute;n the next did I array;<BR>
+The third here in Toledo have I come to hold today,<BR>
+For the Cid's love, whose birth-hour for a glad time is known,<BR>
+That so he may have justice on the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n.<BR>
+Let all men know they did him a bitter injury.<BR>
+The Counts Rem&oacute;nd and Henry judges thereof shall be,<BR>
+And all you counts, moreover, in the feud who bear no part.<BR>
+In your minds turn it over, for ye are wise of heart.<BR>
+See that ye render justice. All falseness I gainsay.<BR>
+On one side and the other let us keep the peace this day.<BR>
+Who breaks our peace, I swear it by the Saint Isidore<BR>
+Shall be banished from my kingdom, nor have my favor more.<BR>
+His side I will maintain it whose cause is right and fair.<BR>
+Therefore let the Cid Campeador forthwith his suit declare.<BR>
+Then shall we hear what Carri&oacute;n's Heirs in answer shall depose."<P>
+My lord Cid kissed the King his hand. Then to his feet he rose:<BR>
+"My sovereign and my master great thanks I give to thee<BR>
+That thou this court hast summoned out of pure love for me.<BR>
+Against the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n this matter I reclaim.<BR>
+They cast away my daughters. I had thereby no shame,<BR>
+For thou gavest them in marriage. What deed to do today<BR>
+Thou know'st well. From Valencia when they took my girls away,<BR>
+I loved with heart and spirit the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n,<BR>
+And the two swords I gave them, Col&aacute;da and Tiz&oacute;n--<BR>
+I won them in such manner as a good knight became--<BR>
+That they might do you service and do honor to their fame.<BR>
+When in the Wood of Corpes they left my girls forlorn,<BR>
+They lost my love forever, for they made of me a scorn.<BR>
+Since my sons-in-law they are not, let them give me either sword."<BR>
+"All of the claim is righteous,'' so the judges gave accord.<P>
+Then said Count don Garc&iacute;a: "Of this let us debate."<BR>
+Apart from the assizes went the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n straight,<BR>
+And all their following with them and the kindred of their name.<BR>
+And swiftly they debated, and to their resolve they came:<BR>
+"Now the Cid Campeador for us doth a great favor do,<BR>
+Since for his girls' dishonor for no damage doth he sue.<BR>
+With the King don Alfonso, we soon shall be at one.<BR>
+The swords them let us give him, for so the suit is done;<BR>
+They will hold the court no longer, when he has the swords once<BR>
+                                                              more.<BR>
+ From us no further justice for the Cid Campeador."<BR>
+That parley being over, to court they get them now.<P>
+"Thy favor, King Alfonso, our overlord art thou.<BR>
+And we cannot deny it, for he gave us the two brands.<BR>
+And since that we return them he desires now and demands,<BR>
+Into his hand to give them in thy presence are we fain."<BR>
+Then they brought forth Col&aacute;da and Tiz&oacute;n, the falchions 
+twain,<BR>
+Straightway they gave them over to the King their sovereign's<BR>
+                                                            hands.<BR>
+The whole court shone glorious when they brought forth the brands.<BR>
+The pommels and the hilt-bars are all of massy gold;<BR>
+To the true henchmen of the court 'twas a marvel to behold.<BR>
+The King my lord Cid summoned, to him the swords he gave.<BR>
+His sovereign's hands he kisseth. He receiveth either glaive.<BR>
+To the bench whence he had risen, he turned him back again,<BR>
+And in his hands he held them, he looked upon the twain.<BR>
+Changelings they could not give him; he knew the two aright,<BR>
+And his heart laughed within him, he was filled with all delight.<BR>
+"Now by my beard none ever plucked," gripping it hard he spake,<BR>
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra high vengeance I will take."<P>
+By name his nephew Pero he has called out before;<BR>
+And stretching forth his hand, to him the sword Tiz&oacute;n gave o'er.<BR>
+"Take it nephew. The sword's master now is fairer of renown."<BR>
+To good Martin Antol&iacute;nez the man of Burgos town,<BR>
+Stretching forth his hand Col&aacute;da into his care he gave;<P>
+"Thou Martin Antol&iacute;nez, who art a vassal brave,<BR>
+Take Col&aacute;da that I captured from a true knight without fail,<BR>
+ From him of Barcelona, from Rem&oacute;nd Berengu&eacute;l.<BR>
+That thou mayst guard it rightly, therefore I give it thee,<BR>
+I know if aught befall thee, if occasion e'er should be,<BR>
+Great fame and estimation with the sword shalt thou attain."<BR>
+The lord Cid's hands he kissed them. He took the sword again.<P>
+My lord the Cid the Campeador unto his feet rose he;<BR>
+"Now thanks to the Creator and my lord the King to thee.<BR>
+With the swords Col&aacute;da and Tiz&oacute;n I am content indeed,<BR>
+But I have a farther issue 'gainst Carri&oacute;n Heirs to plead:<BR>
+When with them from Valencia my daughters twain they bore,<BR>
+Three thousand marks of silver and gold I gave them o'er.<BR>
+When I did this, the winning of all their end they saw.<BR>
+Let them restore the treasure. They are not my sons-in-law."<P>
+Now might you hearken Carri&oacute;n's Heirs, what a complaint made they.<BR>
+To them said the Count don Rem&oacute;nd: "Give answer, 'Yea' or 'Nay'!',<BR>
+And then the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, they made their answer plain:<BR>
+"Therefore to the Cid Campeador we gave his swords again<BR>
+That he might demand naught further, for his suit is closed<BR>
+                                                         thereby."<BR>
+Then straightway the Count don Rem&oacute;nd unto them made reply:<BR>
+"This say we: With the pleasure of the Sovereign if it stands,<BR>
+You shall give satisfaction in what the Cid demands."<BR>
+The good King said: "The measure with my assent doth meet."<BR>
+And now hath the Cid Campeador arisen to his feet:<P>
+"Say of those goods I gave you, will ye give them me anew<BR>
+Or render an accounting?" <P>
+                          Then Carri&oacute;n's Heirs withdrew.<BR>
+For the greatness of that treasure they could not as one consent,<BR>
+And the two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n the whole of it had spent.<BR>
+They returned with their decision, and spake their pleasure thus:<BR>
+"The Captor of Valencia, he presses sore on us.<BR>
+Since lust for our possession so on him hand hath laid,<BR>
+ From our estates in Carri&oacute;n the money shall be paid."<P>
+And then outspake the judges since the debt the Heirs avowed:<BR>
+"If it be the Cid's desire, it is not disallowed.<BR>
+So we ordain, for such wise with our pleasure doth it sort,<BR>
+That ye repay it to him in this place before the court."<P>
+Out spake the King Alfonso when their words were at an end:<BR>
+"The inward of this lawing we wholly comprehend,<BR>
+That justice is demanded by the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Now of those marks three thousand, I have in hand tenscore;<BR>
+They were given to me duly by the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n twain.<BR>
+Since so sore are they impoverished, I will give it them again.<BR>
+To the Cid born in fair hour, let them pay the money back.<BR>
+To pay their debt, that money I will not let them lack."<P>
+As for Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez, what he said ye now shall hear:<BR>
+"We have in our possession no minted goods and gear."<P>
+To him then the Count don Rem&oacute;nd answered to this intent:<BR>
+"All of the gold and silver, the twain of you have spent.<BR>
+Before the King Alfonso, our verdict we proclaim,<BR>
+That ye pay in goods. The Campeador, let him accept the same."<P>
+Now saw the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n what need must be their course.<BR>
+Ye might have seen led thither full many a swift horse,<BR>
+Many fat mules, moreover, and many a well-paced jade,<BR>
+And every sort of armour, and many a fine blade.<BR>
+My lord the Cid accepted even as the court assessed,<BR>
+Beyond the tenscore marks whereof Alfonso stood possessed,<BR>
+To him who in good hour was born the Heirs have paid the price.<BR>
+On others' goods they borrow, for their own will not suffice<BR>
+Know well for fools men took them, from that suit when 'scaped the<BR>
+                                                             twain.<P>
+CXXXVIII.<BR>
+All of those great possessions my lord the Cid has ta'en.<BR>
+The men keep all that treasure, and they will ward it well.<BR>
+When this was done, a-pondering on other things they fell:<P>
+Lord King, for love of charity, a further favor yet,<BR>
+Of my complaints the chiefest, I cannot now forget.<BR>
+Let the whole court now hear me, and have pity on my woe:<BR>
+As for these Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, the which have shamed me so,<BR>
+I brook not that unchallenged they may go hence away.<BR>
+    <BR>
+CXXXIX.<BR>
+"In what thing I affronted you, ye Heirs of Carri&oacute;n say,<BR>
+In what fashion whatsoever, in earnest or in sport.<BR>
+Let me make amends according to the judgment of the court.<BR>
+Why did ye tear in tatters the fabric of my heart?<BR>
+With great honor from Valencia what time ye did depart,<BR>
+I gave to you my daughters, and besides great wealth and gear.<BR>
+Now say, ye dogs and traitors, since ye did not hold them dear,<BR>
+Why took ye from Valencia what was their dower of right,<BR>
+And wherefore with the girth and spur the ladies did ye smite?<BR>
+Alone in Corpes Forest ye cast the twain away,<BR>
+Unto the savage creatures and the wood-fowl for a prey.<BR>
+In all ye did unto them, like vile men did ye show.<BR>
+Let the Court judge; satisfaction shall I get therefor or no?"<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXL.<BR>
+And lo! Count don Garc&iacute;a has risen up amain:<BR>
+"Let us now have thy favor, best of all kings in Spain.<BR>
+Of the courts proclaimed is now the Cid well versed in the<BR>
+                                                     affairs.<BR>
+Since he let it wax so mighty, 'tis a long beard he wears.<BR>
+Some he affrights and others are for fear in sorry case.<BR>
+But as for them of Carri&oacute;n, theirs is a lofty race,<BR>
+His daughters e'en as lemans to love becomes them not.<BR>
+Who to them for lawful consorts those ladies would allot?<BR>
+When they cast them off, then did they as might the right befit.<BR>
+All things he says soever we value not a whit."<P>
+And thereupon the Campeador his beard in hand gripped he:<BR>
+"To God who ruleth Heaven and the whole Earth glory be.<BR>
+Since tenderly I kept it, is my beard grown so long.<BR>
+Count, say what is the reason, that thou dost my beard this wrong,<BR>
+That since its first growth ever has been so gently reared.<BR>
+No man born of woman has ever plucked that beard.<BR>
+Nor has son of Moor or Christian e'er torn that beard of mine,<BR>
+As once in Cabra Castle I did, oh Count, to thine,<BR>
+When at one time on Cabra and thy beard my hand I set.<BR>
+Not a lad but for the plucking his pinch thereof could get.<BR>
+Nor is it yet grown even what portion I did tear.<BR>
+Here hidden in my wallet those tokens yet I bear."<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXLI.<BR>
+Now had Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez risen to his feet that tide.<BR>
+What thing ye now shall hearken that there so loud he cried:<P>
+"Cid, do thou now give over the suit which thou hast made,<BR>
+For the whole of thy possession into thine hands is paid.<BR>
+Look that thou make not greater the feud twixt us and thee,<BR>
+For the two Counts of Carri&oacute;n by lineage are we.<BR>
+Of kings' and emperors' daughters are we fit to win the hands;<BR>
+To wed the girls of little chiefs scarce with our lineage stands.<BR>
+When thy daughters we abandoned we did but what was right.<BR>
+Not worse therefor but better, are we then in our own sight."<P>
+CXLII.<BR>
+To Per Vermud&oacute;z Roy Diaz my lord the Cid looked now:<BR>
+"Speak then, good Pero Mudo, though a silent man art thou.<BR>
+The ladies are my daughters, thy cousins twain are they.<BR>
+Into thy teeth they cast it, when such a thing they say.<BR>
+Thou shalt not do this battle, if I the answer make.<P>
+CXLIII.<BR>
+And thereupon Per Vermud&oacute;z began the tale and spake.<BR>
+No words he utters clearly, for 'tis a tongue-halt man.<BR>
+Natheless no rest he gave them, be it known, when he began:<BR>
+     <BR>
+"To thee, Cid, now I tell it, for such thy customs be,<BR>
+That in Court, Pero Mudo, ever thou callest me.<BR>
+And verily thou knowest that I can do no more.<BR>
+As for what I must accomplish, there shall be no lack therefore.<P>
+"What thing thou saidest soever, Ferr&aacute;ndo, was a lie.<BR>
+Through the Campeador thy glory was risen yet more high.<BR>
+I can relate unto thee thine every trick and sleight.<BR>
+Minds't thou, near high Valencia, what time we fought the fight?<BR>
+Thou didst of the true Campeador for the first onslaught pray.<BR>
+And there a Moor thou sawest, whom thou wentest forth to slay.<BR>
+Or e'er thou camest to him, before him didst thou flee.<BR>
+If aid I had not borne thee, he had roughly handled thee.<BR>
+But I rushed on beyond thee, and with the Moor did close,<BR>
+And I made that Moor flee backward at the foremost of my blows.<BR>
+To thee I gave his charger, and kept the thing concealed.<BR>
+Until this day that cowardice I never have revealed.<BR>
+Before the Cid and all men thine own praises didst thou sing,<BR>
+How thou slewest the Morisco, and didst a gallant thing.<BR>
+And they believed it of thee, knowing not the truth at all.<BR>
+Of thy person art thou handsome, but thy courage it is small,<BR>
+Tongue without hands, the manhood to speak where gottest thou?<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXLIV.<BR>
+"Do thou say on, Ferr&aacute;ndo. That my words are truth avow:<BR>
+That matter of the lion in Valencia dost thou keep <BR>
+In mind still, when he burst his bonds while the Cid lay asleep?<BR>
+Ferr&aacute;ndo, then what didst thou, when thy terror overbore?<BR>
+Thou didst thrust thyself behind the bench of the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Thou didst hide, Ferr&aacute;ndo, wherefore cheap today thy worth is<BR>
+                                                            found,<BR>
+But we to guard our master his pallet gathered round,<BR>
+Till he who won Valencia out of his sleep did wake.<BR>
+He rose up from the pallet, at the lion did he make.<BR>
+His head the lion bended, for the Cid the beast did wait.<BR>
+By the neck he let himself be ta'en. In the cage he thrust him<BR>
+                                                         straight.<BR>
+When came once more the Campeador, there he saw his vassals stand.<BR>
+He asked about his sons-in-law, but neither found at hand.<BR>
+For a wicked man and traitor thy person I arraign.<BR>
+In fight before Alfonso that same I will maintain,<BR>
+For Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, for the Cid's daughters' sake.<BR>
+Thou didst cast away the ladies thine honor cheap to make.<BR>
+Ye are men to all appearance, tender women are those two;<BR>
+Yet in every way whatever they are worthier than you.<BR>
+If, when we join the combat, God shall like well in his heart,<BR>
+Thyself shalt thou confess it, like a traitor as thou art.<BR>
+Whatever I have uttered shall then be known for true."<BR>
+     <BR>
+And thereupon was ending of speech between these two.<P>
+CXLV.<BR>
+And D&iacute;dago Gonz&aacute;lvez what he uttered ye shall hear:<BR>
+"We twain are Counts by lineage of blood of the most clear.<BR>
+Such marriages in no way we twain would undertake,<BR>
+With my lord Cid don Rodrigo alliance for to make.<BR>
+We do not yet repent us that we put his daughters by:<BR>
+So long as life endureth, may they sigh many a sigh.<BR>
+A sore reproach upon them what we did will still remain.<BR>
+The same with utmost valor in the fight will I maintain:<BR>
+When we cast away the women we made our honor good."<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXLVI.<BR>
+Then Martin Antol&iacute;nez upon his feet he stood:<BR>
+Thou wretch, do thou keep silence. Mouth that truth knoweth not!<BR>
+The matter of the lion hast thou so soon forgot<BR>
+Out through the door thou fleddest lurking in the court outside,<BR>
+Behind the wine-press timber in that hour didst thou hide.<BR>
+That mantle and that tunic were worn no more by thee.<BR>
+In fight I will maintain it. No other can it be.<BR>
+Since the lord Cid his daughters forth in such plight ye threw,<BR>
+They are in every fashion far worthier shall you.<BR>
+At the ending of the combat then thine own mouth shall avow<BR>
+That lies are all thine utterance, and a traitor knave art thou."<P>
+CXLVII.<BR>
+Between those two the parley has come unto an end.<BR>
+Now did Ansu&oacute;r Gonz&aacute;lvez into the palace wend.<BR>
+Was an ermine cloak about him, and his tunic trailed behind.<BR>
+His countenance was ruddy, for but lately had he dined.<BR>
+In what he had to utter small discretion did he show:<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXLVIII.<BR>
+"How now ye noble gentlemen, was ever such a woe?<BR>
+With Biv&aacute;r's lord Cid such honor who would have thought to find?<BR>
+On the Ovirna water his millstones let him grind, <BR>
+And take his wonted toll-corn. Would any man have thought<BR>
+That with the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n alliances he sought?"<BR>
+     <BR>
+CXLIX.<BR>
+And then did Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z rise to his feet forthright:<BR>
+"Thou wretch, do thou keep silent! Thou wicked traitor wight!<BR>
+Before to prayers thou goest, certain thou art to dine.<BR>
+Whoe'er in peace thou kissest, sickens at that belch of thine.<BR>
+Whether to friend or master thou speakest perjury,<BR>
+False unto all, and falsest to the God who fashioned thee!<BR>
+And never in thy friendship will I have any part,<BR>
+And I will make thee say it that what I say thou art."<P>
+Said now the King Alfonso: "Let the suit quiet lie.<BR>
+Who have challenged shall do battle, so help me the Most High."<P>
+Soon as the suit was finished to the court two horsemen came,<BR>
+And Inigo Xim&eacute;nez and Oj&aacute;rra men them name;<BR>
+For Navarra's Heir-apparent, proxy-suitor was the one,<BR>
+The other was the suitor for the Heir of Aragon.<BR>
+And there the twain together have kissed Alfonso's hand,<BR>
+The Cid Campeador his daughters in marriage they demand,<BR>
+Of the realms Navarre and Aragon the lady-queens to be.<BR>
+May he send them with his blessing and with all courtesy.<BR>
+Thereat the whole court listened, and stillness fell them o'er.<BR>
+Upon his feet rose straightway my lord Cid Campeador:<BR>
+"A boon, Oh King Alfonso, my sovran lord thou art.<BR>
+For this to the Creator very thankful is my heart,<BR>
+Since both Navarre and Aragon have made request so high.<BR>
+Thou didst give to wed my daughters before. It was not I.<BR>
+Here then behold my daughters, the twain are in thine hand.<BR>
+With them I will do nothing, except at thy command."<BR>
+The King rose up. For silence in the court the word he gave:<BR>
+"I beg it of thee, Campeador, the true Cid and the brave,<BR>
+That hereto thou yield agreement. I will grant the thing this day:<BR>
+And it shall be consented in open court straightway,<BR>
+For so will grow thy glory and shine honor and thy lands."<BR>
+Now is the Cid arisen. He kissed Alfonso's hands:<BR>
+"To whatever thing shall please thee, I give consent, my lord."<BR>
+Then said the King: "God grant thee an excellent reward!<BR>
+To Inigo Xim&eacute;nez and Oj&aacute;rra, to you two, <BR>
+I yield my full permission for this marriage unto you,<BR>
+That Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra, who the Cid's daughters are,<BR>
+Wed, one the Heir of Aragon, and the other of Navarre.<BR>
+May he yield his girls with blessings in an honorable way."<P>
+Then Inigo Xim&eacute;nez and Oj&aacute;rra, up rose they,<BR>
+And the hands of Don Alfonso in that hour kissed again.<BR>
+The hands of the Cid Campeador thereafter kissed the twain,<BR>
+And there their faith they plighted, and solemn oaths they swore,<BR>
+That they would fulfill entirely what they promised or yet more.<BR>
+Because of this were many in the court exceeding glad;<BR>
+But the two Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, therein no joy they had.<P>
+Minaya Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez upon his feet rose he:<BR>
+"As from my King and Master I beg a boon of thee,<BR>
+And let it not be grievous to the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+I have through these assizes kept my peace heretofore,<BR>
+But now to utter somewhat for mine own part fain am I."<BR>
+Said the King: "Now all my spirit, it is well pleased thereby.<BR>
+Say on! Say on, Minaya, what to thy heart is dear."<P>
+"You in the court, I beg you to my word to lend an ear.<BR>
+'Gainst Carri&oacute;n's Heirs needs must I now a charge most mighty<BR>
+                                                            bring:<BR>
+I gave to them my cousins by Alfonso's hand, the King.<BR>
+With blessings and with honor they took them in their care.<BR>
+The Cid Campeador he gave them most rich possessions there.<BR>
+They cast away those ladies, for all that we were loth.<BR>
+For wicked men and traitors I make challenge of you both.<BR>
+ From the great sons of Gomez does your lineage come down,<BR>
+Whence many counts have issued of valor and renown,<BR>
+But this day all to certainly their cunning do we learn.<BR>
+For this to the Creator, now thanks do I return,<BR>
+That of Navarre and Aragon the Heirs in marriage sue<BR>
+For Dame Sol and Elv&iacute;ra that are my cousins two.<BR>
+Erst for true wives ye had them, who now their hands shall kiss<BR>
+And call them Dame, though sorely ye take the thing amiss.<BR>
+Praise to our God in Heaven and our lord the King therefor.<BR>
+So greatly grows the honor of the Cid my Campeador.<BR>
+In every way soever ye are even as I say.<BR>
+Is there any in the presence to reply or say me nay?<BR>
+Lo! I am Alvar Fa&ntilde;ez, against the most of might!"<P>
+And thereupon did Gomez Pel&aacute;ez stand upright:<BR>
+"Say of what worth, Minaya, is this ye speak so free?<BR>
+For here in the assizes are men enough for thee.<BR>
+Who otherwise would have it, it would ruin him indeed.<BR>
+If it be perchance God's pleasure that our quarrel well should<BR>
+                                                            speed,<BR>
+Then well shalt thou see whether or right or wrong ye were."<BR>
+Said the King: "The suit is over. No further charge prefer.<BR>
+Tomorrow is the combat; at the rising of the sun<BR>
+By the three who challenged with thee in the court it shall be<BR>
+                                                            done."<P>
+Thereon the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n have spoken presently:<BR>
+"Lord King, a season grant us for tomorn it cannot be.<BR>
+We have given to the Campeador our arms and many a steed,<BR>
+First to our land of Carri&oacute;n to go we have sore need."<BR>
+And then the King had spoken to the Campeador again:<BR>
+"Where thou shalt bid, this combat, let it be underta'en.<BR>
+"My lord, I will not do it," my lord the Cid said he,<BR>
+"More than the lands of Carri&oacute;n Valencia liketh me."<P>
+To him the King gave answer: <BR>
+                           "Yea, Cid! Without a doubt.<BR>
+Give unto me your cavaliers all duly armed about.<BR>
+Let them go in my keeping. Their safety I assure<BR>
+As a lord to a good vassal; I make thee here secure<BR>
+That they take no harm from any count or lesser baronet.<BR>
+Here now in the assizes, a term for them I set,<BR>
+That in the fields of Carri&oacute;n at the end of three weeks' space<BR>
+There duly in my presence the combat shall take place.<BR>
+Who at the set time comes not, his suit is lost thereby,<BR>
+ From that time he is vanquished; for a traitor let him fly."<BR>
+The two heirs of Carri&oacute;n, by that decree they stand.<BR>
+And thereupon my lord the Cid has kissed the King his hand;<P>
+"To thy hand are they delivered my cavaliers all three;<BR>
+As to my King and Master I commend them unto thee.<BR>
+They are ready now their duty to the full to undertake.<BR>
+With honor to Valencia send them me for God his sake."<BR>
+"So it be God's desire," answered the King and said.<BR>
+The Cid the Campeador did off the helmet from his head,<BR>
+Likewise the cap of linen as white as is the sun.<BR>
+He freed his beard, the cord thereof he has forthwith undone.<BR>
+Those in the court upon him, their full they could not gaze.<BR>
+To the Counts Rem&oacute;nd and Henry forthwith he went his way.<BR>
+And them closely he embraces and doth heartily require<BR>
+To take of his possession all that suits with their desire.<BR>
+These twain and many others who were persons of good will<BR>
+He earnestly requested to take unto their fill<BR>
+Some took his gifts, but others would not accept a thing.<BR>
+The two hundred marks, he gave them once more unto the King.<BR>
+Whatever was his pleasure he has taken of the rest:<BR>
+"King, for love of the Creator one thing let me request.<BR>
+Sire, with thy will I kiss thine hand. Since so these deeds are<BR>
+                                                              done,<BR>
+And would fain unto Valencia which with great pain I won."<P>
+*******************<P>
+Then the Cid commanded to give sumpter-beasts unto the embassadors<BR>
+of the Heirs of Navarre and Aragon, and, moreover, to let them<BR>
+have whatever else they required.* And he sent them forth. The<BR>
+King don Alfonso with all the nobles of his court got on horseback<BR>
+in order to ride out with the Cid who was about to leave the town.<BR>
+When they came to Zocodover, the Cid being on his charger Bavi&eacute;ca,<BR>
+the King said to him: <P>
+"In faith, don Rodrigo, thou must now put spur to that charger of<BR>
+which I have heard most fair report."<P>
+The Cid smiled and said: "Sire, in thy court, are many, gentle and<BR>
+simple, who would gladly do such a thing. Bid them make sport with<BR>
+their steeds."<BR>
+    <BR>
+The King replied to him: "Cid, I am pleased with thine answer.<BR>
+Nevertheless I desire thee, for the love thou bearest me, to put<BR>
+that steed through his best paces." <P>
+*Supplied like the former prose passage from the Chronicle of the<BR>
+Twenty Kings.<P>
+*******************<BR>
+     <BR>
+CL.<BR>
+The Cid then put spur to the charger and made him gallop<BR>
+so fast that all were astonished at the career he ran.<P>
+The King with hand uplifted signed the cross upon his face.<BR>
+"By San Isidro of Le&oacute;n, I swear it by his grace<BR>
+Is no nobleman so mighty our whole country o'er."<BR>
+My lord Cid on the charger came then the King before,<BR>
+And of his lord Alfonso there has he kissed the hand.<BR>
+    <BR>
+"To start fleet Bavi&eacute;ca thou gavest me command.<BR>
+Today no Moor nor Christian has a horse so strong and swift.<BR>
+Sire, unto thee I give him. Say thou wilt accept the gift."<BR>
+Then said the King:<BR>
+                   "No pleasure would I have therein indeed.<BR>
+If I took him, then less glorious were the master of the steed.<BR>
+But a horse like this befitteth too well a man like thee,<BR>
+Swift to chase the Moors ye routed in the battle, when they flee.<BR>
+Who that war-horse taketh from thee, God succor not again,<BR>
+For by thee and by the charger to great honor we attain."<BR>
+Their leave then have they taken. He left the Court forthright.<P>
+The Campeador most wisely counselled them who were to fight:<BR>
+"Ha, Martin Antol&iacute;nez! Per Vermud&oacute;z thou, too,<BR>
+So likewise Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z, my tried man and true.<BR>
+Be resolute in combat like the gentlemen ye be.<BR>
+See that of you good tidings in Valencia come to me."<BR>
+Said Martin Antol&iacute;nez: "Oh sire, what sayest thou?<BR>
+For we must bear the burden we accepted even now.<BR>
+Thou shalt hear naught of the vanquished, though haply of the<BR>
+                                                          slain."  <BR>
+He who in happy hour was born, thereof was glad and fain.<BR>
+Of all his leave he taketh that for his friends are known.<BR>
+Went my lord Cid to Valencia, and the King to Carri&oacute;n.<BR>
+    <BR>
+But now the three weeks' respite of the term is past and o'er.<BR>
+Lo! at the time appointed, they who serve the Campeador,<BR>
+The debt their lord laid on them they were very fain to pay.<BR>
+In safe-keeping of Alfonso, King of Le&oacute;n, were they.<BR>
+There for the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n for two days' space they stayed.<BR>
+With horses and caparisons, came the Heirs there well arrayed.<BR>
+And in close compact with them have agreed their kinsmen all,<BR>
+On the Campeador his henchmen, if in secret they might fall,<BR>
+To slay them in the meadows, because their lords were silent.<BR>
+They did not undertake it, though foul was their intent,<BR>
+For of Alfonso of Le&oacute;n they stood in mighty dread.<P>
+Watch o'er their arms they kept that night. And prayers to God<BR>
+                                                        they said.<P>
+At last has night passed over, and breaketh now the dawn,<BR>
+And many worthy nobles there to the place have drawn,<BR>
+For to behold that combat, wherefore their mirth was high.<BR>
+Moreover King Alfonso above all men is by,<BR>
+Since he desireth justice and that no wrong should be done.<BR>
+The men of the good Campeador, they get their armour on.<BR>
+All three are in agreement for one lord's men are they.<BR>
+The Heirs of Carri&oacute;n elsewhere have armed them for the fray.<BR>
+The Count Garc&iacute;a Ordo&ntilde;ez sate with them in counsel there.<BR>
+What suit they planned unto the King Alfonso they declare,<BR>
+That neither should Col&aacute;da nor Tiz&oacute;n share in that war,<BR>
+That in fight they might not wield them, who served the Campeador<BR>
+That the brands were given over, they deemed a bitter ill;<BR>
+Unto the King they told it. He would not do their will:<P>
+"When we held the court exception unto no sword did ye take;<BR>
+But if ye have good weapons, your fortune they will make.<BR>
+For them who serve the Campeador the swords e'en so will do.<BR>
+Up, Carri&oacute;n's Heirs, to battle now get you forth, ye two!<BR>
+Like noblemen this combat, ye ought duly to achieve,<BR>
+For the Campeador his henchmen naught undone therein will leave.<BR>
+If forth, ye come victorious, then great shall be your fame;<BR>
+But if that ye are vanquished, impute to us no blame.<BR>
+All know ye sought it." <BR>
+                  Carri&oacute;n's Heirs were filled with grief each one.<BR>
+And greatly they repented the thing that they had done.<BR>
+Were it undone fain were they to give all Carri&oacute;n's fee.<P>
+The henchmen of the Campeador are fully armed all three.<BR>
+Now was the King Alfonso come forth to view them o'er.<BR>
+Then spake to him the henchmen that served the Campeador:<BR>
+"We kiss thy hands as vassals to their lord and master may,<BR>
+'Twixt our party and their party thou shalt be judge this day.<BR>
+For our succor unto justice but not to evil stand.<BR>
+Here Carri&oacute;n's Heirs of henchmen have gathered them a band.<BR>
+What, or what not, we know not, that in secret they intend;<BR>
+But our lord in thine hand left us our safety to defend.<BR>
+For the love of the Creator justly maintain our part."<BR>
+Said then the King in answer: "With all my soul and heart."<BR>
+     <BR>
+They brought for them the chargers of splendid strength and speed.<BR>
+They signed the cross upon the selles. They leaped upon the steed.<BR>
+The bucklers with fair bosses about their necks are cast.<BR>
+And the keen pointed lances, in the hand they grip them fast.<BR>
+Each lance for each man of the three doth its own pennon bear.<BR>
+And many worthy nobles have gathered round them there.<BR>
+To the field where were the boundaries, accordingly they went.<BR>
+The three men of the Campeador were all of one intent,<BR>
+That mightily his foeman to smite each one should ride.<BR>
+Lo! were the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n upon the other side,<BR>
+With stores of men, for many of their kin were with the two.<BR>
+The King has given them judges, justice and naught else to do,<BR>
+That yea or nay they should not any disputation make.<BR>
+To them where in the field they sate the King Alfonso spake:<BR>
+"Hearken, ye Heirs of Carri&oacute;n, what thing to you I say:<BR>
+In Toledo ye contrived it, but ye did not wish this fray.<BR>
+Of my lord Cid the Campeador I brought these knights all three<BR>
+To Carri&oacute;n's land, that under my safe-conduct they might be.<BR>
+Wait justice. Unto evil no wise turn your intent.<BR>
+Whoso desireth evil with force will I prevent;<BR>
+Such a thing throughout my kingdom he shall bitterly bemoan."<BR>
+How downcast were the spirits of the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n!<P>
+Now with the King the judges have marked the boundaries out.<BR>
+They have cleared all the meadow of people roundabout.<BR>
+And unto the six champions the boundaries have they shown--<BR>
+Whoever went beyond them should be held for overthrown.<BR>
+The folk that round were gathered now all the space left clear;<BR>
+To approach they were forbiddden within six lengths of a spear.<BR>
+'Gainst the sun no man they stationed, but by lot gave each his<BR>
+                                                             place.<BR>
+Forth between them came the judges, and the foes are face to face.<BR>
+Of my lord Cid the henchmen toward the Heirs of Carri&oacute;n bore,<BR>
+And Carri&oacute;n's Heirs against them who served the Campeador.<BR>
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright;<BR>
+Before their breasts the bucklers with their hands have they<BR>
+                                                     gripped tight,<BR>
+The lances with the pennons now have they pointed low,<BR>
+And each bends down his countenance over the saddlebow;<BR>
+Thereon the battle-chargers with the sharp spurs smote they,<BR>
+And fain the earth had shaken where the steeds sprang away.<BR>
+The glance of every champion fixes on his man forthright.<BR>
+Three against three together now have they joined the fight.<BR>
+Whoso stood round for certain deemed that they dead would fall.<BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z the challenge who delivered first of all,<BR>
+Against Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez there face to face he sped.<BR>
+They smote each other's bucklers withouten any dread.<BR>
+There has Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez pierced don Pero's target 
+through.<BR>
+Well his lance-shaft in two places he shattered it in two.<BR>
+Unto the flesh it came not, for there glanced off the steel.<BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z sat firmly, therefore he did not reel.<BR>
+For every stroke was dealt him, the buffet back he gave,<BR>
+He broke the boss of the buckler, the shield aside he drave.<BR>
+He clove through guard and armour, naught availed the man his <BR>
+                                                            gear.<BR>
+Nigh the heart into the bosom he thrust the battle-spear.<BR>
+Three mail-folds had Ferr&aacute;ndo, and the third was of avail.<BR>
+Two were burst through, yet firmly held the third fold of mail.<BR>
+Ferr&aacute;ndo's shirt and tunic, with the unpierced iron mesh,<BR>
+A handsbreadth by Per Vermud&oacute;z were thrust into the flesh.<BR>
+And forth from his mouth straightway a stream of blood did spout.<BR>
+His saddle-girths were broken; not one of them held out.<BR>
+O'er the tail of the charger he hurled him to the ground.<BR>
+That his death stroke he had gotten thought all the folk around.<BR>
+He left the war-spear in him, set hand his sword unto.<BR>
+When Ferr&aacute;nd Gonz&aacute;lvez saw it, then well Tiz&oacute;n 
+he knew.<BR>
+He shouted, "I am vanquished," rather than the buffet bear.<BR>
+Per Vermud&oacute;z, the judges so decreeing, left him there.<P>
+CLI.<BR>
+With D&iacute;dago Gonz&aacute;lvez now doth don Martin close  <BR>
+The spears. They broke the lances so furious were the blows.<BR>
+Martin Antol&iacute;nez on sword his hand he laid.<BR>
+The whole field shone, so brilliant and flawless was the blade.<BR>
+He smote a buffet. Sidewise it caught him fair and right.<BR>
+Aside the upper helmet the glancing stroke did smite.<BR>
+It clove the helmet laces. Through the mail-hood did it fall,<BR>
+Unto the coif, hard slashing through coif and helm and all,<BR>
+And scraped the hair upon his brow. Clear to the flesh it sped.<BR>
+Of the helm a half fell earthward and half crowned yet his head.<BR>
+When the glorious Col&aacute;da such a war-stroke had let drive,<BR>
+Well knew D&iacute;dago Gonz&aacute;lvez that he could not 'scape alive.<BR>
+He turned the charger's bridle rein, and right about he wheeled.<BR>
+A blade in hand he carried that he did not seek to wield.<BR>
+ From Martin Antol&iacute;nez welcome with the sword he got.<BR>
+With the flat Martin struck him. With the edge he smote him not.<BR>
+Thereon that Heir of Carri&oacute;n, a mighty yell he gave:<BR>
+"Help me, Oh God most glorious, defend me from that glaive."<BR>
+Wheeling his horse, in terror he fled before the blade.<BR>
+The steed bore him past the boundary. On the field don Martin<BR>
+                                                         stayed.<BR>
+Then said the King: "Now hither come unto my meinie.<BR>
+Such a deed thou hast accomplished as has won this fight for <BR>
+                                                           thee."<BR>
+That a true word he had spoken so every judge deemed well.<BR>
+    <BR>
+CLII.<BR>
+The twain had won. Now let us of Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z tell,<BR>
+How with Ansu&oacute;r Gonz&aacute;lvez of himself account he gave.<BR>
+Against each other's bucklers the mighty strokes they drave.<BR>
+Was Ansu&oacute;r Gonz&aacute;lvez a gallant man of might.<BR>
+Against don Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z on the buckler did he smite,<BR>
+And piercing through the buckler, right through the cuirass broke.<BR>
+Empty went the lance; his body was unwounded by the stroke.<BR>
+That blow struck, Mu&ntilde;o Gusti&oacute;z has let his buffet fly.<BR>
+Through the boss in the middle was the buckle burst thereby.<BR>
+Away he could not ward it. Through his cuirass did it dart.<BR>
+Through one side was it driven though not nigh unto the heart.<BR>
+Through the flesh of his body he thrust the pennoned spear,<BR>
+On the far side he thrust it a full fathom clear.<BR>
+He gave one wrench. Out of the selle that cavalier he threw.<BR>
+Down to the earth he cast him, when forth the lance he drew.<BR>
+And shaft and lance and pennon all crimson came they out.<BR>
+All thought that he was wounded to the death without a doubt.<BR>
+The lance he has recovered, he stood the foe above.<BR>
+Said Gonz&aacute;lvo Ansu&oacute;rez: "Smite him not for God his love.<BR>
+Now is won out the combat for all this game is done."<BR>
+"We have heard defeat conceded," said the judges every one.<BR>
+    <BR>
+The good King don Alfonso bade them clear the field straightway.<BR>
+For himself he took the armour upon it yet that lay.<BR>
+In honor have departed they who serve the Campeador.<BR>
+Glory be to the Creator, they have conquered in the war.<BR>
+Throughout the lands of Carri&oacute;n was sorrow at the height.<BR>
+    <BR>
+The King my lord Cid's henchmen has sent away by night,<BR>
+That they should not be frightened or ambushed on the way,<BR>
+Like men of prudent spirit they journeyed night and day.<BR>
+Ho! in Valencia with the Cid the Campeador they stand.<BR>
+On Carri&oacute;n's Heirs of knavery the three have put the brand,<BR>
+And paid the debt the lord Cid set upon them furthermore.<BR>
+On that account right merry was the Cid Campeador.<BR>
+Upon the heirs of Carri&oacute;n is come a mighty smirch.<BR>
+Who flouts a noble lady and leaves her in the lurch,<BR>
+May such a thing befall him, or worse fortune let him find.<BR>
+Of Carri&oacute;n's Heirs the dealings let us leave them now behind.<BR>
+For what has been vouchsafed them now were they all forlorn.<BR>
+    <BR>
+Of this man let us make mention who in happy hour was born.<BR>
+And great are the rejoicings through Valencia the town,<BR>
+Because the Campeador his men had won such great renown.<BR>
+His beard their lord Roy Diaz hard in his hand has ta'en:<BR>
+"Thanks to the King of Heaven, well are 'venged my daughters<BR>
+                                                          twain.<BR>
+Now may they hold their Carri&oacute;n lands. Their shame is wiped away.<BR>
+I will wed them in great honor, let it grieve whom it may."<P>
+They of Navarre and Aragon were busied now to treat,<BR>
+And with Alfonso of Le&oacute;n in conference they meet.<BR>
+Dame Sol and Dame Elv&iacute;ra in due course wedded are.<BR>
+Great were their former matches, but these are nobler far.<BR>
+He gave with greater honor than before the twain to wed;<BR>
+He who in happy hour was born still doth his glory spread,<BR>
+Since o'er Navarre and Aragon as queens his daughters reign;<BR>
+Today are they kinswomen unto the kings of Spain.<BR>
+ From him came all that honor who in good hour had birth.<BR>
+The Cid who ruled Valencia has departed from the earth<BR>
+At Pentecost. His mercy may Christ to him extend.<BR>
+To us all, just men or sinners, may He yet stand our friend.<BR>
+Lo! the deeds of the Cid Campeador! Here takes the book an end.<P>
+
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