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 know This 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.