Chapter LXXV

The Cid and his companions they rested in the place Unto the King of Seville the tiding came apace: Ta'en is Valencia city; for him 'tis held no more.

With thirty thousand armed men he came to look them o'er. Nigh to the plain a battle they pitched both stiff and strong. But the lord Cid long-bearded hath overthrown that throng. And even unto Játiva in a long rout they poured. You might have seen all bedlam on the Jucar by the ford, For there the Moors drank water but sore against their will. With bet thee strokes upon him 'scaped the Sovereign of Seville. And then with all that booty the Cid came home again. Great was Valencia's plunder what time the town was ta'en, But that the spoils of that affray were greater yet, know well. An hundred marks of silver to each common soldier fell. How had shed that noble's fortune now lightly may you guess.