And thereupon was ending of speech between these two. CXLV. And Dídago Gonzálvez what he uttered ye shall hear: "We twain are Counts by lineage of blood of the most clear. Such marriages in no way we twain would undertake, With my lord Cid don Rodrigo alliance for to make. We do not yet repent us that we put his daughters by: So long as life endureth, may they sigh many a sigh. A sore reproach upon them what we did will still remain. The same with utmost valor in the fight will I maintain: When we cast away the women we made our honor good." CXLVI. Then Martin Antolínez upon his feet he stood: Thou wretch, do thou keep silence. Mouth that truth knoweth not! The matter of the lion hast thou so soon forgot Out through the door thou fleddest lurking in the court outside, Behind the wine-press timber in that hour didst thou hide. That mantle and that tunic were worn no more by thee. In fight I will maintain it. No other can it be. Since the lord Cid his daughters forth in such plight ye threw, They are in every fashion far worthier shall you. At the ending of the combat then thine own mouth shall avow That lies are all thine utterance, and a traitor knave art thou." CXLVII. Between those two the parley has come unto an end. Now did Ansuór Gonzálvez into the palace wend. Was an ermine cloak about him, and his tunic trailed behind. His countenance was ruddy, for but lately had he dined. In what he had to utter small discretion did he show: CXLVIII. "How now ye noble gentlemen, was ever such a woe? With Bivár's lord Cid such honor who would have thought to find? On the Ovirna water his millstones let him grind, And take his wonted toll-corn. Would any man have thought That with the Heirs of Carrión alliances he sought?" CXLIX. And then did Muño Gustióz rise to his feet forthright: "Thou wretch, do thou keep silent! Thou wicked traitor wight! Before to prayers thou goest, certain thou art to dine. Whoe'er in peace thou kissest, sickens at that belch of thine. Whether to friend or master thou speakest perjury, False unto all, and falsest to the God who fashioned thee! And never in thy friendship will I have any part, And I will make thee say it that what I say thou art." Said now the King Alfonso: "Let the suit quiet lie. Who have challenged shall do battle, so help me the Most High."