The Lay of the Cid
by R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon
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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.



Translated into English Verse


R. Selden Rose


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.


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.




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.



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.

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