Chapter CXVIII

Out of the tents they drave them; on them in pursuit they flew. Many arms and many a hauberk, had you seen there cloven through, And many a head well helmed in the battle fallen low, And many a steed masterless that galloped to and fro. For seven miles together they followed up the flight. As he followed, on King Búcar the Cid my lord did light: "Turn hither, Búcar. thou hast come from the land over sea. The Cid whose beard is mighty thou shalt meet with presently. Let us greet, and in fast friendship let each to each be bound." To the Cid answered Búcar: "Such a friendship God confound. A sword in hand thou bearest, and I see thee spur amain, Seemeth well that thou upon me to try that blade art fain. If my horse keep from stumbling and falleth not with me. Thou shalt not overtake me till we ride into the sea." My lord Cid answered: "With the truth that word no faith shall keep." A good steed had Búcar that sprang off great leap on leap. But the Cid's Baviéca upon him fast did gain. Three fathoms from the water was Búcar overta 'en. He has lifted up Coláda. A great stroke did he smite. The carbuncles upon his heml he has smitten through forthright. He cut straight through the helmet, all else in twain he crave, And slashing to the girdle of the King came down the glaive. Búcar the King from oversea the Cid hath overthrown. Well worth a thousand golden marks was the great sword Tizón, That he took there. 'Twas a victory most marvelous and great. Here my lord Cid got honor and all that on him wait.