The false Ferrando and Bermuez strike lance on either’s shield,
The Infant’s spear goes through the boss, but the stout shaft doth yield
And splinters ere the point can pass thorough the other’s mail.
But Pero’s shaft struck home, nor did the seasoned timber fail;
It pierced Ferrando’s corselet and sank into his breast,
And to the trampled ground there drooped the Infant’s haughty crest.
Bermuez then drew Tizon’s bright blade; ere ever he could smite
The Infant yielded him and cried, “Thou hast the victor’s right.”
While this combat was proceeding Antolinez and the other Infante came together. Each of their lances smote the other’s shield and splintered. Then, drawing their swords, they rode fiercely against one another. Antolinez, flourishing Colada, struck so mightily at Diego that the good blade shore its way clean through the steel plates of his casque, and even cut half the hair from Diego’s head. The terrified princeling wheeled his courser and fled, but Antolinez pursued him with mock fury and struck him across the shoulders with the flat of his sword. So had the hound the chastisement of cowards. As he felt the blade across his withers Diego shrieked aloud and spurred past the boundaries of the lists, thus, according to the rules of the combat, admitting himself vanquished.
When the trumpets of the pursuivants sounded, Muño Gustioz and Asur González ran swiftly and fiercely together. The point of Asur’s spear glanced off Muño’s armour, but that of the Cid’s champion pierced the shield of his opponent and drove right through his breast, so that it stuck out a full fathom between the shoulder-blades. The haughty Asur fell heavily to the ground, but had enough of life left in him to beg for mercy.