Chapter LXIII

The Count of Barcelona spurred forth. Good speed he made. Turning his head he looked at them, for he was much afraid Lest my lord the Cid repent him; the which the gallant Cid Would not have done for all the world. Base deed he never did. The Count is gone. He of Bivár has turned him back again; He began to be right merry, and he mingled with his train. Most great and wondrous was the spoil that they had won in war, So rich were his companions that they knew not what they bore.

CANTAR II

THE MARRIAGE OF THE CID'S DAUGHTERS