Kindly translated by galileo-034, there's the traduction of
Sigibert of Toleto
"My father, there is still hope. Not everyone wants to follow the Duke Pelaio and kowtow, they are led by Count Eraric and the bishop of Hispalis. We can still ..." The almost imploring tone of the young nobleman changed into a murmur while he sought to hold the look of his interlocutor.
"We can nothing more, Sigibert. The Duke isn't an idiot and he knows that after his defeat he can't do anything more him either."
"He's a coward! He abandon us and flees with the riches of the city to return to his mountains!"
The bishop of Toletum looked through the door opening, from which came the clamor of the crowd that thronged outside the city, following the Asturian.
"He will not go alone, and perhaps it's wiser to take refuge in the north, even if I don't see what could halt this army now"
"The king is still powerful, and if we fight, he will have lands to lead."
"The king?" A painful smile passed quickly on the lips of .... "If the king had wanted to help us, he would have already done it. No, Sigibert, we no longer have support, anyway no more in this world." A gaze lost in the distance. "Maybe that if King Roderic had lived ..."
"But what other choice do we have but to fight?"
The city was emptying little by little and the sound of the fleeing toletans itself was beginning, slowly, to decline.
"To die for a little Count stupidly heroic or a prelate who will probably never see the city he is supposed to be the bishop will not save those who are too poor or too depressed to leave. This will not save you either."
Sigibert had no other recourse than to repeat the last question, lowering his eyes and voice.
"What choice do we have?"
Taking the arm of his nephew, the Metropolitan looked at him with unusual intensity and affection.
"I know you, Sigibert. And I know that, perhaps alone among many others, you couldn't bear exile in your own country. But I beg you, don't go join those of your friends who delude themselves or think deserve their place in paradise by their folly. You have too much talent in you to, too many gifts so that they fall into an alley, mown down by an oversea horseman who will go to celebrate his victory by looting. "
From that moment, uncle and nephew, bishop and prelate knew they were seeing for the last time , that all their words would be as many advice, proofs of affection and consideration that they might have.
"It's possible that I'm wrong, and that Agila is the hope that you are looking for. Set off with the Duke and convince him to hand you the crown of Vitiza as a token, for the king. He will not be in a position to refuse a final attempt to ally Agila. "
"And you? What will you do?"
"Stay, negotiate with that Moutza the surrender of the city and save what can be. Help you find a better fate than that you're promised, first of all. Your horse is saddled and men will accompany you . "