Don Sancho the good Abbot, they charged him o'er again To watch and ward Xiména and likewise her daughters twain, And the ladies that were with them. That he shall have no lack Of guerdon let the Abbot know. By this was he come back, Then out spake Alvar Fañez: "Abbot, if it betide That men should come desirous in our company to ride, Bid them follow but be ready on a long road to go Through the sown and through the desert; they may overtake us so." They got them upon horseback, they let the rein go slack. The time drew near when on Castile they needs must turn the back. Spinaz de Can, it was the place where the Cid did alight. And a great throng of people welcomed him there that night. On the next day at morning, he got to horse once more, And forth unto his exile rode the true Campeador. To the left of San Estévan the good town did he wheel. He marched through Alcobiella the frontier of Castile. O'er the highway to Quinéa his course then has he bent. Hard by Navas de Palos o'er Duéro stream he went. All night at Figueruéla did my lord the Cid abide. And very many people welcomed him on every side.. XIX. When it was night the Cid lay down. In a deep sleep he fell, And to him in a vision came the angel Gabriel: "Ride, Cid, most noble Campeador, for never yet did knight Ride forth upon an hour whose aspect was so bright. While thou shalt live good fortune shall be with thee and shine." When he awoke, upon his face he made the holy sign. XX. He crossed himself, and unto God his soul commended then, he was glad of the vision that had come into his ken The next day at morning they began anew to wend. Be it known their term of sufferance at the last has made an end. In the mountains of Miédes the Cid encamped that night, With the towers of Atiénza where the Moors reign on the right. XXI. 'Twas not yet come to sunset, and lingered still the day. My lord the Cid gave orders his henchmen to array. Apart from the footsoldiers, and valiant men of war, There were three hundred lances that each a pennon bore. XXII. "Feed all the horses early, so may our God you speed. Let him eat who will; who will not, let him get upon the steed. We shall pass the mountain ranges rough and of dreadful height. The land of King Alfonso we can leave behind tonight. And whosoe'er will seek us shall find us ready then."