And now the dawn was breaking and morning coming on, And the sun rising. Very God! how beautifully it shone! All men arose in Castejón, and wide they threw the gates; And forth they went to oversee their farmlands and estates. All were gone forth, and the gates stand open as they were thrown, And but a little remnant were left in Castejón. Round the city were the people scattered the whole country o'er. Then forth out of the ambush issued the Campeador. And without fail round Castejón he rushed along his way. The Moors, both men and women, he took them for a prey, And of their flocks as many as thereabouts there strayed. My lord Cid don Rodrigo straight for the gateway made, And they that held it, when they saw that swift attack begin, Fled in great fear, and through the gates Roy Diaz entered in With the sword naked in his hand; and fifteen Moors he slew Whom he ran down. In Castejón much gold, and silver too, He captured. Then unto him his knights the booty brought. To my lord Cid they bore it. The spoil they valued naught. Lo! the two hundred men and three to plunder that rode out, Sped fearlessly, and ravaged the country roundabout. For the banner of Minaya unto Alcalá did gleam. Then they bore home the booty up the Henáres stream Past Guadalajára. Booty exceeding great they bore Of sheep and kine and vesture and of other wealth good store. Straightway returned Minaya. None dared the rear attack. With the treasure they had taken his company turned back. Lo, they wore come to Castejón, where the Campeador abode. He left the hold well guarded. Out from the place he rode. With all his men about him to meet them did he come, And with arms wide asunder welcomed Minaya home: "Thou art come, Alvar Fañez, good lance thou art indeed. Whereso I send thee, in such wise I well may hope to speed. Put straightway all together the spoil both shine and mine; The fifth part of all, Minaya, an thou so desire, is thine." XXIV. "Much do I thank thee for it, illustrious Campeador. With what thou giv'st me, the fifth part of all our spoils of war, The King Alfonso of Castile full well content would be. I renounce it in thy favor; and without a claim to thee. But I swear to God who dwelleth in the high firmament, That till upon my charger I gallop in content Against the Moors, and till I wield both spear and brand again, And till unto my elbow from the blade the blood doth drain Before the Cid illustrious, howe'er so small it be, I will not take the value of a copper groat from thee. When through me some mighty treasure thou hast at thy command. I will take thy gift; till such a time, all else is in thine hand."