El Cid Page #6

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Your starving soldiers have deserted

the walls and joined the people!

Kill them!

Call out the Black Guard.

Stop them!

Run them down! Kill them!

King! King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King! King!

King! King! King!

The city is yours! Take the crown.

Proclaim yourself king!

All our battles

we have fought for you.

We want you to rule us.

My Lord Cid!

We have given up everything for you.

We implore you to take the crown.

I take Valencia...

in the name of

my Sovereign Lord Alfonso...

King of Castile,

Leon and Asturias...

of Sagunto and Almenara...

of Castrejon and Alcantara...

King of Christians and Moors.

Valencia for Alfonso...

by the grace of God, King of Spain!

King! King! King!

What a noble subject.

If he had only a noble king.

King! King! King!

The crown of Valencia!

The crown of Valencia?

The Cid sends this to me?

What are his conditions?

There are no conditions.

But Chimene-- He knew about

the dungeon, his children.

He knew.

And yet he sends me the crown.

What kind of man is this?

He wants something.

What is it he wants?

My lord, the Cid

has asked for nothing.

But I ask! My lord,

the Cid needs your help...

to defend Valencia against Ben Yusuf.

No!

Tell your lord, the Cid, that we seek

neither his favor nor his help.

Nor can he expect anything from us.

Now go.

Who has done more for you and Spain?

Go!

Look. Now you are also

King of Valencia.

I am king of nothing.

No king at all!

- I will make myself a king!

- Alfonso.

- I will!

- Alfonso!

All men must die.

Why not for a good cause?

What cause of yours could

be worth such torture?

The Cid.

The Cid? He is a man like other men.

He will die.

I will kill him.

He'll never die. Never.

You dare think of him

as we think of our Prophet?

We do!

Then this will be more

than a battle.

It will be our God...

against yours!

Where's Ordonez?

I sent him to see if

Ben Yusuf was on the march.

- Hasn't he returned?

- Not yet, my Cid.

Ben Yusuf's armada.

We should attack at dawn

before they can all land.

We'll drive a wedge along the shore...

and keep his forces split.

Come.

I know, I know.

This is always the hardest time.

When the enemy has no face.

You have been through

this a hundred times.

I need to know.

Where do you find your courage?

I wish I knew.

Each warrior each time

must find it for himself.

Come.

This is the battle

we've waited for so long.

The last battle.

When we've won it, we'll have peace.

Open the gates.

For God, Alfonso and for Spain!

For God, Alfonso and Spain!

The Cid is wounded.

He goes back to Valencia.

The Cid is wounded.

The Cid is wounded.

The Cid is wounded.

The Cid--

No, Fanez.

We attack again tomorrow.

You will need time

to recover your strength.

Must be tomorrow.

The enemy will only grow stronger...

while we grow weaker.

- But, my lord!

- Tomorrow, Fanez.

Make the preparations.

Go. Cover their retreat. Go!

Close the gates!

Close the gates!

There will be a great loss of blood...

but the arrow

must be withdrawn immediately.

Will he live?

If the arrow is drawn,

he has a chance.

If not, he will be dead

within a few days.

Chimene.

I must lead the attack tomorrow.

If the arrow is not withdrawn...

it is certain you will die.

Not before tomorrow.

- That's all I need.

- But it's not all I need.

What will there be for you

if this battle is lost?

Someone else will lead them.

They have made me their heart.

But their heart is wounded.

It needs to rest.

We could take you to Vivar.

We could cure you.

My love would not let you die.

We have not spent

much time together.

Yet it seems to me--

I will not let you.

You will live.

Yet it seems to me that those who have

spent a lifetime together...

have not had more than we.

I want more!

I want forever!

Oh, the children.

The children.

Chimene...

you can't save my life.

You must help me give it up.

Now.

Lord Moutamin.

It is the wish of my husband...

that the arrow shall not be removed.

Allah be praised!

The Cid is dead! The Cid is dead!

Let it be known everywhere

the Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead! The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead! The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

The Cid is dead!

They dare not come out and fight!

Let it be known everywhere

the Cid is dead!

I tell you!

The Cid is alive!

He is well!

I have seen him!

He will fight tomorrow!

He will be with us,

leading the attack.

I promise! You must--

You must believe me!

The Cid is alive!

- Fanez?

- Yes, my lord.

What are they saying?

All is well, my lord.

Very well.

The people are hopeful.

The army is eager to fight.

You always were a bad liar, Fanez.

Now tell me the truth.

I could not convince them...

that you are alive.

El Cid! El Cid!

Cid! Cid!

Cid! Cid!

Soldiers!

People of Valencia!

You must not be frightened...

by the sound of a few drums.

In a few hours,

they will be silenced forever!

I promise you!

Tomorrow morning...

I will ride with you!

Cid! Cid!

Cid! Cid!

Cid! Cid! Cid!

Cid! Cid! Cid!

- Chimene.

- I am here, Rodrigo. I am here.

Listen to me.

Even if my strength fails me...

- I must lead the attack tomorrow.

- Yes.

I must!

You understand?

I must.

Alive or dead...

I must be on my horse

at the head of my soldiers.

You promise...

you will do whatever

needs to be done?

Yes.

- Promise me.

- I promise, Rodrigo.

I promise.

I promise.

Yes.

I promise.

I promise.

Open the gates!

It's the King!

My lord, the King!

Forgive me, my Cid.

- Forgive me!

- No!

My King kneels to no man!

To no man!

It's not easy for a man

to conquer himself.

You have done that.

If only I could live

to see Spain at peace.

You will.

You will!

No one can stand against us now.

We'll drive Ben Yusuf

back into the sea!

I have not failed.

Spain... has a king.

Tomorrow we will fight side by side.

My King and I.

We will ride out together.

Together.

No!

I will be at your side.

Chimene!

Ah, Chimene.

Chimene.

I promise.

I have not forgotten.

I want you and my children...

to remember me riding with my King.

Tomorrow.

For God, the Cid and Spain!

For God, the Cid and Spain!

For God, the Cid and Spain!

And thus the Cid rode

out of the gates of history into legend.

Back! Back!

Go back!

Go back!

Heavenly Father, open Your arms

to receive the soul...

of one who lived and died

the purest knight of all.

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