XLVIII."Beyond this, Alvar Fañez, I am fain to tell it theeThat 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 thyway.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 grievouswoe.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 woreThat 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 todwell.
"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 knowThis 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 Christianfolk;If in such guise thou eatest that my will is satisfied,Thyself, Count, and, moreover, two noblemen besideWill 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'enI 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 fillWith 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 afraidLest my lord the Cid repent him; the which the gallant CidWould 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 dwellBeside 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 bynightThey 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 areAnd 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 beWith 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 vanWhile my hundred storm their rearward, upon them thou shaltthrust--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 thewar,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 sidesspread.
LXIX.His renown afar is spreading. Beyond the sea it sped.Glad were the companies the Cid a glad man was heThat 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 painTo 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 direTo 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 meLet 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 fainTo 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 the 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 befellAnd his men, when the flag-royal tossed o'er the citadel.
LXXV.The Cid and his companions they rested in the placeUnto 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 happinessFor 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 CampeadorGave 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 standShould 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 againWith Minaya Alvar Fañez "An it be that thou art fain,Gladly would I know, Minaya, what may the number beOf 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 fightI would give him five score horses, the which to him now take;kiss thou his hand and earnestly plead with him for the sakeOf 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 thatThey shall come to the strange country we have conquered by ourmight."
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 decreedTo 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 theEast,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 shouldget,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 toCastile."
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 landOf 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 when 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 kneeHe 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 warAnd 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 CastejónAnd 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 victorygained.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 wonI 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 landFrom 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 beFrom 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 prepareWith the best array in Burgos, that he might discover there,And the mules and palfreys likewise that they might be fair tosee.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 paidWe 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 meThat 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 tidingsthrough.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 thereHaply 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 undeniedTo 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 commandThat 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 arrayedSallied forth on noble horses with trappings of brocade.Bells hung upon the martingales, the knights their bucklers boreAt the neck, and carried lances whence flew the flags of warThat 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 ranNow 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 indeedThey 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 revelryThey 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 commandTo 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 beforeFrom 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 steedKnew 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 intentAnd surplice-clad, with crosses of silver, once againThey 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 theybe.
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 theirdame.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 estateGod they praised with hands uplifted for that good prize andgreat.
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 embarkTo 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 halted 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 againAnd to Holy Mary Mother that my wife and daughters twainAre 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 thathour.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 hisbeard."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 thenshall 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 inHeaven."
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 theeI 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 runapace,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 heWhen the dames and his daughters and his wife of high degreeSaw him get off, they kneeled them down before the Campeador:"Thy will be done, and mayst thou live through many a long yearmore."
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 arrayIn 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 CampeadorOf 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 besideTo 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 ordainThat 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 outWith 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 thecrest.And the folk they fell to asking where Alfonso
XCVIII.O'er the mountains, o'er the rivers, o'er the hills they took theroad.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 overcameThe 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 steedsAs 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 IsidoreFor 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 sayThat you forthwith clothe your bodies in honorable array,And as you shall require it of me take battle-gearSuch 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 prayBy favor of thy counsel we desire to obtainThat 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 stillFor 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 bothMinaya 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 knownThat 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 well 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 CampeadorDid 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 CampeadorThat 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 gateAnd 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 decreedWith 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 knowAnd 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 Alfonso'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 be 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 be 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 promisehigh.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 didstare.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 theyThat all were very merry, and moreover of one mindThat 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 Carrióntwain.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."