Song of El Cid
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Eleventh Century Spain was fragmented into kingdoms and other domains on both the Christian and Muslim sides. These realms were continually at war among themselves. El Cid was a soldier- adventurer of this time whose legend endured through the centuries and became a symbol of the Christian Reconquest. This is his story as told by himself in the guise of a medieval troubadour – but with some present-day anachronisms creeping in. Song of El Cid I’m Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar; Prince Sancho was the one I served, my fame has spread to lands afar. my qualities were well observed, that’s why you’re sitting here with me so when he became the king in turn to listen to my soliloquy. I had but little left to learn about the matters of warfare, To Moors I’m known as El Sayyid and to him allegiance I did swear. (though I am no Almorávide). El Cid, the lord or leader who As his royal standard bearer, I is invincible in warfare too. was one on whom he could rely to wage the battles against his kin, To Christians I’m El Campeador, which it was paramount to win. now what that means you can be sure. I’m champion of the field of battle, For in the will of Ferdinand, reducing all my foes to chattel! he had divided all his land; to García - Galicia, to Elvira – Toro, Confuse me not with Charlton Heston, to Alfonso - León, to Urraca - Zamora. my story’s not just any Western. His culture centers round the gun, So Sancho was left with Castile alone but I have owned not even one. instead of his father’s extensive throne. But these siblings four he had, and they A sword and shield are all I need were ever ready to betray when mounted on a worthy steed the bonds of friends and family trust like my white stallion Babieca for power of land and wealth and lust. immortalized by legend maker, with sword Tizona poised to strike So in battles fierce I did campaign intimidating friend and foe alike. Across the north and west of Spain. In far flung battles I prevailed, I vanquished all we came across but in court politics – there I failed. and sent them packing for their loss. García of Galicia, Alfonso of León, My first allegiance, in Castile each in turn was overcome, promised a career ideal, ’til Sancho sat upon the throne at court of Ferdinand the Great of Castile, Galicia and León. in Burgos, they did educate me at the pleasure of the king If there he’d been content to thrive in all the fields of soldiering. as long as he could stay alive, he could have had a peaceful life without impediments of strife. But still he lusted for more land, But enemies I had at court, so we gathered up our loyal band. and my career they strove to thwart, Toro we took from his sister Elvira, jealous of my high prestige. And set our sights upon Zamora Alfonso listened to their pleas. where sister Urraca resisted our siege, They swayed him with their accusation, a challenge there to her prestige. and he expelled me from his nation. Her henchmen, true to her command So to Burgos I could not return. had promised to defend her land, Besides, its pleasures were all gone. and so they did assassinate Infested by the pilgrim horde King Sancho at the city gate. who care but little for their Lord, like swarms of locusts they descend, Though this was plain for all to see, enough to drive you round the bend. suspicions of complicity They eat and drink from morn till night, surrounded brother Alfonso, who no sense of what is wrong or right. as all the clan around him knew And though this seems a paradox, had every motive to conspire. they leave nothing in the donation box. He thought him heir to the empire entire. But it certainly was not my way He returned from exile in Toledo to live on unemployment pay. to claim the throne as Alfonso Sexto. So my resumé I did prepare to circulate both near and far. Though Castilians did not doubt his claim It came to Yusuf al-Mu’tamin, and recognized his royal name, whose adversary I had been they wanted no King of León when fighting for Fernando’s son to occupy their royal throne. against the powers of Aragón. Lamenting for their murdered king, Emir of Zaragoza, he they chanced upon the next best thing, had yielded down on bended knee, insisting that Alfonso should became my captive, but I showed deny connection with the blood. compassion in that episode, released him from captivity. But who would now accept his oath? Now it’s his turn to honor me. The nobles there were wholly loth for fear of incurring the king’s wrath. So I became his trusty friend But I, in defiance of the aftermath, and fought with him right to the end, did step into the breach for him to protect him from his neighbors’ dominance, and took his vow upon a whim. and maintain his taifa’s prominence. Now Alfonso felt demeaned by this. I feared that he would me dismiss, ‘Gainst Christian or Mohammedan it mattered but he bided his time, and played along not to us, pretending he had felt no wrong, though many pure religionists might choose to gave me his niece’s hand to wed, make a fuss. Jimena sweet to share my bed. To us the Lord was all the same, regardless of Alas! the joys were not to be, your creed, for unconsummated there were we, so I could earn an honest crust by fulfilling and to a convent she did flee. someone’s need. ‘Gainst Aragón, Lérida, Barcelona we fought, Christian or Muslim, it mattered not and ever, ever changing were the boundaries we where I chose to make my Camelot, wrought. for tribute and the spoils of war For five full years I served him, full and fair and enhanced my prestige and power, true, and helped me make a tremendous packet - and we won every battle, and much wealth we from running this protection racket. did accrue. Until I saw before my eyes But then Alfonso sought my name and lusted after one great prize - to go and fight for him again. the city of Valencia, The Almorávides were the foe, for beauty and wealth it had no peer. a different breed of men you know, By now a legend in the land, who veiled themselves below their eyes I knew I had the upper hand. so you would see them in disguise. I laid a siege for many a month. Intolerant of others’ creeds Resistance from the townsfolk shrank, but cognizant of all their needs, til tired and hungry they gave in. their popularity was based ‘Twas all it took for me to win. - and this could well be a foretaste - on lower taxes for the folk. Now Prince of the fairest place in Spain, (The Tea Party may well take note.) I had to defend it again and again. The Almorávides I laid low So for Alfonso it came to pass at Cuarte, Bairén, and Murviedro that they conquered him at Sagrajas. So he had need again of me For five full years I governed there, and offered me a handsome fee, to my enemies’ complete despair, which I felt I could not refuse - ‘til my end came quite peaceably to maximize my revenues. in 1099 on the 10th of July. But soon I again incurred displeasure. They took my body to Castile He imprisoned my family for good measure. and buried me with pomp and zeal, where it still rests this very day, So then I went out on my own, a soldier of fortune on display with my own army to set the tone, no petty king to disenchant So that’s the story of my life as I ruled the roost in the Levant. in a veritable world of strife. A tower of strength and barbarity, My legend lived, my fame exploded, no time now for the folly of charity. the myths increased, the truths eroded So feared was I throughout the land For Spain had need of symbols good that no-one there could stay my hand. to forge the idea of nationhood, To many a landscape I laid waste - and so the legends multiplied. to line my pocket with due haste But take them all within your stride. For with El Cid – and Santiago too - who knows what’s false and what is true? By Chris Slater, 2014, Asheville, North Carolina .