"Nay, if we do this," cried the Infantes, "we must even pay it out of our lands in Carrión." But the judges demanded that the sum be paid in Court without delay. The treacherous princelings could not raise such a treasure in money, so the Court decided that it must be paid in kind. Then the Infantes saw that there was no help but to acquiesce, and brought many a steed and trained palfrey with their furniture to repay the Cid, borrowing from the members of their suite and entering into such obligations as would burden them for many a day. Redress by Combat When this matter had at last been settled, the Cid then advanced his principal grievance against the Infantes, and asked for redress by combat in the lists for the great wrong they had done his daughters. At this Count Garcia, their spokesman, rose to defend the Infantes. He pleaded that they were of princely degree, and for that reason alone were justified in casting off the daughters of the Cid. Then Fernán González, the elder of the Infantes, himself rose to approve the speech of his vassal, and cast fresh scorn upon the alliance he had made, justifying his cowardly action by his princely rank as a thing quite natural and fitting. At this Pero Bermuez opened the vials of his wrath upon the Infantes, taunting them with cowardice in the affair of the lion and casting defiance of battle in their teeth. Enter Asur González The argument waxed high, when at that moment Asur González, a haughty vassal of the Infantes, entered the hall. With early viands and with wine flushed were his face and brow, Disordered were his garments and his mantle hung full low. He scanned the Court with bearing rude, right clownish was his vaunt: "How now, my lords? What have we here? Thinkst Carrión to daunt? What bruit is this about the Cid, the lordling of Bivar? At drawing tithes from dusty millers better is he far Than ruffling at a Cortés; he to match with Carrión!" Then up leapt Muño Gustioz: "Ha' done, thou knave, ha' done! Drunkard, who lookest on the wine before ye tell a bead, Who never yet did keep thy troth, evil in word and deed, The only boon I crave is but to have thee where my sword May cut the false tongue from thy throat and cease thy lying word." "Enough, enough," Alfonso cried, "I give thee my consent To meet each other in the lists; so ends this Parliament."