And now from Ansaréra did Carrión's Heirs depart; And they began thereafter to travel day and night. And they let Atiénza on the left, a craggy height. The forest of Miédes, now have they overpassed, And on through Montes Claros they pricked forward spurring fast. And then passed Griza on the left that Alamos did found. There be the caves where Elpha he imprisoned underground. And they left San Estévan, on their right that lay afar. Within the woods of Corpes, the Heirs of Carrión are. And high the hills are wooded, to the clouds the branches sweep, And savage are the creatures that roundabout them creep; And there upon a bower with a clear spring they light And there the Heirs of Carrión bade that their tent be pight. There with their men about them, that night they lay at rest. With their wives clasped to their bosom their affection they protest, But ill the twain fulfilled it, when the dawn came up the East. They bade put goods a plenty on the back of every beast. Where they at night found lodging, now have they struck the tent. The people of their household far on before them went. Of the two Heirs of Carrión so the commandment ran, That none behind should linger, a woman or a man. But Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra their wives shall tarry still, With whom it is their pleasure to dally to their fill. The others have departed. They four are left alone. Great evil had been plotted by the Heirs of Carrión. "Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, ye may take this for true: Here in the desert wildwood shall a mock be made of you. Today is our departure, we will leave you here behind. And in the lands of Carrión no portion shall you find. Let them hasten with these tidings to the Cid Campeador. Thus, the matter of the lion, we avenge ourselves therefor." Their furs and their mantles, from the ladies they have whipped. In their shifts and their tunics they left the ladies stripped. With spur on heel before them those wicked traitors stand, And saddle-girths both stout and strong they have taken in the hand. When the ladies had beheld it, then out spake Sol the dame: "Don Diégo, don Ferrándo, we beeech you in God's name. You have two swords about you, that for strength and edge are known. And one they call Coláda, the other is Tizón. Strike off our heads together, and martyrs we shall die. The Moriscos and the Christians against this deed shall cry. It stands not with our deserving that we should suffer thus. So evil an example, then do not make of us. Unto our own abasement, if you scourge us, you consent, That men will bring against you in parle and parliament."