"Go thou and say to Búcar, that son of an enemy, that before three days are past, I will give him all that he asks." The next day the Cid ordered all his men to take up their weapons, and marched out against the Moors. The Heirs of Carrión on that occasion sought the van of him. After the Cid had marshalled his men in order of battle, don Ferrándo, one of the Heirs, went forth to attack a Moor who was called Aladraf. The Moor, when he beheld don Ferrándo, came forward likewise to attack him. Thereupon the Heir of Carrión, being overcome with fear of the Moor, wheeled his horse and fled before him. Single-handed he dared not await the Moor's coming. When Pero Vermudóz, who was hard by, beheld this, he attacked the Moor, fought with him and slew him. Then he took the Moor's horse and went in quest of the Heir who was in full flight. "Don Ferrándo," he said to him, "take this horse and tell all men that thou didst slay the Moor, his master. I will be thy witness." And the Heir replied: "Don Pero Vermudóz, I thank thee greatly for what thou sayest. ******************* "May I see that time when payment I shall make to thee twice o'er For all that thou deserves". The twain turned back once more. Don Pero there bore witness to Ferrándo's brag and lie. The Cid and all his vassals were gladdened much thereby. "If God our Father wills it, in Heaven that doth dwell, My sons-in-law in battle shall both acquit them well." So they spake. And the two armies now the advance began. In the Moorish host resounded of the drums the rataplan. It was among the Christians a marvel sore to some, For never had they heard it, since but newly were they come. On Diégo and Ferrándo greater wonder yet did fall, And of their free will thither they would not have come at all. To what he said who was brought forth in happy hour give ear: "Ho! now don Pero Vermudóz, who art my nephew dear, Dídago and Ferrándo now keep them well for me, For in mine eyes my sons-in-law are dear exceedingly. By God's help the Moriscos shall hold the field no more." CXVI. "In the name of every charity I tell thee, Campeador, That today to be their keeper I never will remain. To me they matter little--let him keep them who is fain. I with my men about me against their van will smite; Do thou with thine hold firmly the rearward of the fight. Then canst thou aid me lightly if peril should arise."