Naught profits it the ladies, however hard they pray. And now the Heirs of Carrión upon them 'gan to lay. With the buckled girths they scourged them in fashion unbeseen, And exceeding was their anguish from the sharp spurs and keen. They rent the shifts and wounded the bodies of the two, And forth upon the tunics the clear blood trickled through. In their very hearts the ladies have felt that agony. What a fair fortune were it, if God's will it might be, Had then appeared before them the Cid the Campeador. Powerless were the ladies, and the brothers scourged them sore. Their shifts and their sullies throughout the blood did stain. Of scourging the two ladies wearied the brothers twain, Which man should smite most fiercely they had vied each with each. Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra had no longer power of speech. Within the wood of Corpes for dead they left the pair. CXXIX. Their cloaks and furs of ermine along with them they bare, In their shifts and tunics, fainting, they left them there behind, A prey to every wild-fowl and beast of savage kind. Know you, for dead, not living, they left them in such cheer. Good hap it were if now the Cid, Roy Diaz, should appear. CXXX. The Heirs of Carrión for dead have left them thus arrayed, For the one dame to the other, could give no sort of aid. They sang each other's praises as they journeyed through the wood: "For the question of our marriage we have made our vengeance good. Unbesought, to be our lemans we should not take that pair, Because as wedded consorts for our arms unfit they were. For the insult of the lion vengeance shall thus be ta'en." CXXXI. They sang each other's praises, the Heirs of Carrión twain. But now of Felez Múñoz will I tell the tale once more. Even he that was nephew to the Cid Campeador. They had bidden him ride onward, but he was not well content. And his heart smote within him as along the road he went. Straightway from all the others' a space did he withraw. There Felez Múñoz entered into a thick-grown straw, Till the coming of his cousins should be plain to be perceived Or what the Heirs of Carrión as at that time achieved. And he beheld them coming, and heard them say their say, But they did not espy him, nor thought of him had they. Be it known death he had not scaped, had they on him laid eye. And the two Heirs rode onward, pricking fast the spur they ply. On their trail Felez Múñoz has turned him back again. He came upon his cousins. In a swoon lay the twain. And crying "Oh my cousins!" straightway did he alight. By the reins the horse he tethered, and went to them forthright.