"Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra, cousins of mine that be, The two Heirs of Carrión have borne them dastardly. Please God that for this dealing they may get a shameful gain." And straightway he bestirred him to life to bring the twain. Deep was their swoon. Of utterance all power they had forlorn. Of his heart the very fabric thereby in twain was torn. "Oh my cousins Dame Elvíra and Dame Sol," he cried and spake, "For the love of the Creator, my cousins twain, awake, While yet the day endureth, ere falls the evening-hour, Lest in the wood our bodies the savage beast devour." In Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra fresh life began to rise; And they looked on Felez Múñoz when at last they oped their eyes: "For the love of God my cousins, now be of courage stout. From the time the Heirs of Carrión shall miss me from their rout, With utmost speed thereafter will they hunt me low and high. And if God will not help us, in this place we then must die." To him out spoke the Lady Sol in bitter agony: "If the Campeador, our father, deserveth well of thee, My cousin give us water, so may God help thee too." A hat had Felez Múñoz, from Valencia, fine and new, Therein he caught the water, and to his cousins bore. To drink their fill he gave them, for they were stricken sore. Till they rose up, most earnestly he begged them and implored. He comforts them and heartens them until they are restored. He took the two and quickly set them a-horse again. He wrapped them in his mantle. He took the charger's rein And sped them on, and through Corpes Wood they took their way. They issued from the forest between the night and day. The waters of Duéro they at the last attain. At Dame Urráca's tower he left behind the twain, And then unto Saint Stephen's did Felez Múñoz fare. He found Diégo Tellez, Alvar Fañez' vassal, there. When he had heard those tidings on his heart great sorrow fell. And he took beasts of burden and garments that excel. Dame Sol and Dame Elvíra to welcome did he go. He lodged the in Saint Stephen's. Great honor did he show Those ladies. In Saint Stephen's very gentle are the men, When they had heard the tidings their hearts were sorry then. To the Cid's daughters tribute of plenteous fare they yield. In that place the ladies tarried, till the time when they were healed.