XXV. They heaped the spoil together. Pondered the Cid my lord, He who in happy hour had girded on the sword, How tidings of his raiding to the King would come ere long, And Alfonso soon would seek him with his host to do him wrong. He bade his spoil-dividers make a division fair, And furthermore in writing give to each man his share. The fortune of each cavalier had sped exceeding well, One hundred marks of silver to each of them there fell, And each of the foot soldiers the half of that obtained. A round fifth of the treasure for my lord the Cid remained But here he could not sell it, nor in gifts give it away. No captives, men or women, he desired in his array. And with the men of Castejón he spoke to this intent To Hita and Guadalajára ambassadors he sent To find how high the ransom of the fifth part they would rate. Even as they assessed it, his profit would be great. Three thousand marks of silver the Moors agreed to pay. The Cid was pleased. And duly was it paid on the third day. My lord the Cid determined with all his men of war That there within the castle they would abide no more, And that they would have held it, but that water sore it lacked: "Ye Moors are friendly to the King; even so runs the pact, With his host will he pursue us. And I desire to flee From Castejón; Minaya and my men, so hark to me; XXVI. "Nor take it ill, mine utterance. For here we cannot stay. The king will come to seek us, for he is not far away; But to destroy the castle seems in no way good to me. An hundred Moorish women in that place I will set free And of the Moors an hundred. Since there, as it befell, I captured them. Hereafter shall they all speak of me well. Ye all are paid; among you is no man yet to pay. Let us on the morrow morning prepare to ride away, For against my lord AIfonso the strife I would not stir." What the Cid said was pleasing to his every follower. Rich men they all departed from the hold that they had ta'en And the Moors both men and women blessed them o'er and o'er again. Up the Henáres hastened they and hard they rode and strong. They passed through the Alcárrias, and swift they marched along, By the Caverns of Anquíta they hastened on their way. They crossed the stream. Into Taránz the great plain entered they, And on down through that region as hard as they might fare. Twixt Faríza and Cetína would the Cid seek shelter there. And a great spoil he captured in the country as he went, For the Moors had no inkling whatso'er of his intent. On the next day marched onward the great Cid of Bivár, And he went by Alháma, and down the vale afar. And he passed Bubiérca and Atéca likewise passed, And it was nigh to Alcocér that he would camp at last Upon a rounded hillock that was both strong and high. They could not rob him of water; the Jalón it flowed hard by. My lord Cid don Rodrigo planned to storm Alcocér.