Chapter XLVII

May my lord the Cid, Roy Diaz, at all times God's favor feel. Minaya Alvar Fañez has departed to Castile. To the King thirty horses for a present did he bring. And when he had beheld them beautifully smiled the King: "Who gave thee these, Minaya, so prosper thee the Lord?" "Even the Cid Roy Diaz, who in good hour girded sword. Since you banished him, by cunning has he taken Alcocér. To the King of Valencia the tidings did they bear. He bade that they besiege him; from every water-well They cut him off. He sallied forth from the citadel, In the open field he fought them, and he beat in that affray Two Moorish kings he captured, sire, a very mighty prey. Great King, this gift he sends thee. Thine hands and feet also He kisses. Show him mercy; such God to thee shall show." Said the King: "'Tis over early for one banished, without grace In his lord's sight, to receive it at the end of three week's space. But since 'tis Moorish plunder to take it I consent. That the Cid has taken such a spoil, I am full well content. Beyond all this. Minaya. thine exemption I accord, For all thy lands and honors are unto thee restored. Go and come! Henceforth my favor I grant to thee once more. But to thee I say nothing of the Cid Campeador.