Chapter X

The hand of my good lord the Cid, Raquél had kissed once more: "Ha! Campeador, in happy hour thou girdedst on the brand. Forth from Castile thou goest to the men of a strange land. Such is become thy fortune and great thy gain shall be Ah Cid, I kiss thine hands again--but make a gift to me Bring me a Moorish mantle splendidly wrought and red." "So be it. It is granted," the Cid in answer said, "If from abroad I bring it, well doth the matter stand; If not, take it from the coffers I leave here in your hand."

And then Raquél and Vidas bore the two chests away. With Martin Antolínez into Burgos entered they. And with fitting care, and caution unto their dwelling sped. And in the midmost of the hall a plaited quilt they spread. And a milk-white cloth of linen thereon did they unfold. Three hundred marks of silver before them Martin told. And forthwith Martin took them, no whit the coins he weighed. Then other marks three hundred in gold to him they paid. Martin had five esquires. He loaded all and one. You shall hear what said don Martin when all this gear was done:

"Ha! don Raquél and Vidas, ye have the coffers two. Well I deserve a guerdon, who obtained this prize for you."