The Lay of the Cid. Folio 49r

The Moors are very many. Around him close they drew,
They did not pierce his armour, though they laid on strokes of power.
His eyes beheld the Bishop, who was born in happy hour,
He caught his shield, the battle-spear he laid it low along,
He spurred Bavieca the well-paced steed and strong,
He went to smite against them with all his soul and heart.
The foremost ranks of battle did the lord Cid dispart:
Of the Moors he struck down seven, and five of them hath slain.
God was well pleased, the battle it was granted him to gain.
My lord Cid and his henchmen in hot pursuit they went.
There had you seen the stakes uptorn and may a tent-rope rent,
And all the ten-poles falling that were wrought so rich and brave.
From the tents, my lord Cid's vassals King Buicar's henchmen drave.

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Out of the tents they drave them; on them in pursuit they flew.
Many arms and many a hauberk, had you seen there cloven
And many a head well helmed in the battle fallen low, [through,
And many a steed masterless that galloped to and fro.
For seven miles together they followed up the flight.
As he followed, on King Bucar the Cid my lord did light:
"Turn hither, Bucar. thou hast come from the land over sea.
The Cid whose beard is mighty thou shalt meet with presently.
Let us greet, and in fast friendship let each to each be bound."
To the Cid answered Bucar: "Such a friendship God confound.
A sword in hand thou bearest, and I see thee spur amain,
Seemeth well that thou upon me to try that blade art fain.