Chapter LIX

By the victory there much honor unto his beard he did. And then the Count to his own tent was taken by the Cid. He bade his squires guard him. From the tent he hastened then. From every side together about him came his men. The Cid was glad, so mighty were the spoils of that defeat. For the lord Cid don Rodrigo they prepared great stock of meat. But namely the Count don Remónd, thereby he set no store. To him they brought the viands, and placed them him before. He would not eat, and at them all he mocked with might and main:

"I will not eat a mouthful for all the wealth in Spain; Rather will I lose my body and forsake my soul forby, Since beaten in the battle by such tattered louts was I."