Chapter LXIX

His renown afar is spreading. Beyond the sea it sped. Glad were the companies the Cid a glad man was he That God had given him succor and gained that victory. And they sent forth their harriers. By night they marched away, They reached unto Culléra, and to Játiva came they. And ever downward even to Dénia town they bore. And all the Moorish country by the sea he wasted sore. Peñacadéll, outgoing and entrance, have they ta'en.