XXXVII. On his gilded selle how strongly fought the Cid, the splendid knight. And Minaya Alvar Fañez who Zoríta held of right, And brave Martin Antolínez that in Burgos did abide, And likewise Muño Gustióz, the Cid's esquire tried! So also Martin Gustióz who ruled Montemayór, And by Alvar Salvadórez Alvar Alvarez made war And Galínd Garcíaz the good knight that came from Aragon, There too came Felez Múñoz 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 Fañez 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 Fañez 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 Fáriz. 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 Antolínez a heavy stroke let drive At Gálve. 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 Fáriz and King Gálve, 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 Terrér came Fáriz, but the people of the place Would not receive King Gálve. As swiftly as he might Onward unto Calatayúd he hastened in his flight. And after him in full pursuit came on the Campeador. Till they came unto Calatayúd that chase they gave not o'er.