Chapter LIV

Then back to their encampment they hastened with their prey. All men were very merry for a mighty spoil had they. The Cid was glad exceeding; Alvar Fañez liked it well. But the great Cid smiled, for there at ease he could not bear to dwell.

"Ha! All my knights, unto you the truth will I confess: Who still in one place tarries, his fortune will grow less. Let us tomorrow morning prepare to ride apace, Let us march and leave forever our encampment in this place." Unto the pass of Alucát the lord Cid got him gone. Then to Huésca and to Montalban he hastily marched on. And ten full days together on that raid they were to ride. The tidings to all quarters went flying far and wide, how that the Exile from Castile great harm to them had done.