Chapter CXLV

And Dídago Gonzálvez what he uttered ye shall hear: "We twain are Counts by lineage of blood of the most clear. Such marriages in no way we twain would undertake, With my lord Cid don Rodrigo alliance for to make. We do not yet repent us that we put his daughters by: So long as life endureth, may they sigh many a sigh. A sore reproach upon them what we did will still remain. The same with utmost valor in the fight will I maintain: When we cast away the women we made our honor good." CXLVI. Then Martin Antolínez upon his feet he stood: Thou wretch, do thou keep silence. Mouth that truth knoweth not! The matter of the lion hast thou so soon forgot Out through the door thou fleddest lurking in the court outside, Behind the wine-press timber in that hour didst thou hide. That mantle and that tunic were worn no more by thee. In fight I will maintain it. No other can it be. Since the lord Cid his daughters forth in such plight ye threw, They are in every fashion far worthier shall you. At the ending of the combat then thine own mouth shall avow That lies are all thine utterance, and a traitor knave art thou."