They share the field between them, · the sunshine and the shade.
Their office is performed, · and from the middle space
The heralds are withdrawn · and leave them face to face.
Here stood the warriors of the Cid, · that noble champion;
Opposite, on the other side, · the lords of Carrion.
Earnestly their minds are fixed · each upon his foe.
Face to face they take their place, · anon the trumpets blow;
They stir their horses with the spur, · they lay their lances low,
They bend their shields before their breasts, · their face to the saddle-bow.
Earnestly their minds are fixed · each upon his foe.