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Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked,
Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms, Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream, by these
Three Queens with crowns of gold, — and from
Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran,
Made lightnings in the splendor of the moon,
Shot like a streamer of the northern morn,
Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker
"Now see I by thine eyes that this is done.
And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere :
Three times, and drew him under in the mere."
And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard: "My end drawsnigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight,
And bear me to the margin; yet I fear
So saying, from the pavement he half rose,
But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard,
A cry that shivered to the tingling stars,
Then murmured Arthur, "Place me in the
There those three
So to the barge they came.
But she that rose the tallest of them all,
And called him by his name, complaining loud,
Striped with dark blood: for all his face was
And colorless, and like the withered moon
Or, clotted into points and hanging loose,
So like a shattered column lay the King;
Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere: "Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?
I fear it is too late, and I shall die."
But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge, Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?
For now I see the true old times are dead,
And slowly answered Arthur from the barge: "The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Wherefore, let thy
Than this world dreams of.
For so the whole round earth is every way
So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
The gates were then thrown open, and forth at once they rushed.
THE SALLY OF THE CID FROM THE The outposts of the Moorish host back to the CASTLE OF ALCOCES. camp were pushed;
The camp was all in tumult, and there was such
FROM THE POEM OF THE CID."
THEY fain would sally forth, but he, the noble Cid,
cymbals and of drums, as if earth would cleave in sunder.
There you might see the Moors arming them- | And many a Moorish shield lie shattered on the selves in haste,
plain, And the two main battles how they were forming The pennons that were white marked with a
crimson stain, Horsemen and footmen mixt, a countless troop The horses running wild whose riders had been and vast.
slain. The Moors are moving forward, the battle soon The Christians call upon St. James, the Moors must join.
upon Mahound, "My men, stand here in order, ranged upon a line! There were thirteen hundred of them slain on a Let not a man move from his rank before I give little spot of ground. the sign."
Minaya Alvar Fañez smote with all his might, Pero Bermuez heard the word, but he could not He went as he was wont, and was foremost in the refrain.
fight; He held the banner in his hand, he gave his There was Galin Garcia, of courage firm and
horse the rein ; "You see yon foremost squadron there, the Felez Munioz, the Cid's own cousin dear; thickest of the foes,
Antolinez of Burgos, a hardy knight and keen, Noble Cid, God be your aid, for there your banner Munio Gustioz, his pupil that had been ;
The Cid on his gilded saddle above them all was Let him that serves and honors it show the duty
seen ; that he owes."
There was Martin Munioz that ruled in MontEarnestly the Cid called out, “For Heaven's sake, mayor ; be still !”
There were Alvar Fañez and Alvar Salvador ; Bermuez cried, “I cannot hold,” so eager was his These were the followers of the Cid, with many will.
others more, He spurred his horse and drove him on amid the In rescue of Bermuez and the standard that he Moorish rout;
bore. They strove to win the banner, and compast him Minaya is dismounted, his courser has been slain,
He fights upon his feet, and smites with might Had not his armor been so true, he had lost and main. either life or limb.
The Cid came allin haste to help him to horse again. The Cid called out again, “For Heaven's sake, He saw a Moor well mounted, thereof he was
full fain ; succor him!” Their shields before their breasts, forth at once Through the girdle at a stroke he cast him to the
plain; Their lances in the rest levelled fair and low, He called to Minaya Fañezand reached him out the Their banners and their crests waving in a row,
rein Their heads all stooping down toward the saddle
Mount and ride, Minaya, you are my right hand; bow.
We shall have need of you to-day, these Moors The Cid was in the midst, his shout was heard
will not disband !” afar,
Minaya leapt upon the horse, his sword was in "I am Rui Diaz, the Champion of Bivar ;
his hand, Strike amongst them, gentlemen, for sweet Nothing that came near him could resist him or mercy's sake!"
withstand ; There where Bermuez fought amidst the foe they All that fall within his reach he despatches as
brake, Three hundred bannered knights, – it was a The Cid rode to King Fariz, and struck at him gallant show:
three blows; Three hundred Moors they killed, a man with The third was far the best, it forced the blood to every blow;
flow: When they wheeled and turned, as many more The stream ran from his side, and stained his lay slain,
arms below; You might see them raise their lances and level The King caught round the rein, and turned his
them again ; There you might see the breastplates, how they The Cid has won the battle with that single blow. were cleft in twain,
back to go.
By an anonymous translator in the appendix to SOUTHEY'S
translation of "The Chronicle of the Cid,"
The mother who conceals her grief
Which to her breast hu on the presses,