The lady gets to choose, of course
That Hollywood epic is my favourite of the genre, I'm not big on movies of that period in general. But El Cid? That music, as you say. The stubborn Cid, and his equally stiff necked wife. The grandeur, the sweeping vistas and armies and visual feasts in all directions. The "a muslim can be a good man too" message.
How can you not love the scene where he has gone into exile, and meets his love in a herder's shack, and they dream of the simple life they will have together - then emerge in the morning to a vast army, all chanting "Cid" and imploring him to lead them.
Or the final scene, where he chooses to be strapped into the saddle and lead his troops to victory and his own inevitable death, rather than stay with his family and be treated for his wounds. That sight of him, already dead but looking magnificent on his horse, riding over the terrified moors as his army swept all before them, "For God, the Cid, and Spain!"
Yes it's obviously manipulating us but I like it all the same.
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