Chapter XXVIII

And thereupon the tidings went out through all that land, How my lord Cid the Campeador had there got footing sure, He is gone forth from the Christians, he is come unto the Moor, In his presence no man dareth plough the farmlands as of yore. Very merry with his vassals was the great Campeador. And Alcocér the Castle wider tribute had he laid.