Chapter II

Then they shook out the bridle rein further to ride afar. They had the crow on their right hand as they issued from Bivár; And as they entered Burgos upon their left it sped. And the Cid shrugged his shoulders, and the Cid shook his head: "Good tidings, Alvar Fañez. We are banished from our weal, But on a day with honor shall we come unto Castile."