The Lay of the Cid. Folio 72v

His saddle-girths were broken; not one of them held out.
O'er the tail of the charger he hurled him to the ground.
That his death stroke he had gotten thought all the folk around.
He left the war-spear in him, set hand his sword unto.
When Ferrand Gonzalvez saw it, then well Tizon he knew.
He shouted, "I am vanquished," rather than the buffet bear.
Per Vermudoz, the judges so decreeing, left him there.

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With Didago Gonzalvez now doth don Martin close
the spears. They broke the lances so furious were the blows.
Martin Antolinez on sword his hand he laid.
The whole field shone, so brilliant and flawless was the blade.
He smote a buffet. Sidewise it caught him fair and right.
Aside the upper helmet the glancing stroke did smite.
It clove the helmet laces. Through the mail-hood did it fall,
Unto the coif, hard slashing through coif and helm and all,
And scraped the hair upon his brow. Clear to the flesh it sped.
Of the helm a half fell earthward and half crowned yet his head.
When the glorious Colada such a war-stroke had let drive,
Well knew Didago Gonzalvez that he could not 'scape alive.
He turned the charger's bridle rein, and right about he wheeled.
A blade in hand he carried that he did not seek to wield.
From Martin Antolinez welcome with the sword he got.
With the flat Martin struck him. With the edge he smote him not.