Chapter LXXXVII

With them the lord Cid hastened to the citadel apace, He has ta 'en the ladies straightway up to the highest place. And forth in all directions they turn their lovely eyes, And they behold Valencia and how the city lies, And in another quarter they might perceive the sea. They look on fertile meadows close sown and great that be, And on all things whatever that were of fair estate God they praised with hands uplifted for that good prize and great.

My lord Cid and his followers thereof were glad and fain. And now was winter over, for March would come again. And of the countries oversea 'tis my desire to tell, Even of the King Yússuf in Morocco that did dwell.