XLIII. "Dost thou then go, Minaya, to the great land of Castile And unto our well-wishers with a clear heart canst thou say: 'God granted us his favor, and we conquered in the fray?' If returning thou shalt find us here in this place, 'tis well; If not, where thou shalt hear of us, go seek us where we dwell. For we must gain our daily bread with the lance and with the brand, Since otherwise we perish here in a barren land. And therefore as methinketh, we must get hence away." XLIV. So was it, and Minaya went at the break of day. But there behind the Campeador abode with all his band. And waste was all the country, an exceeding barren land. Each day upon my lord the Cid there in that place they spied, The Moors that dwelt on the frontier and outlanders beside. Healed was King Fáriz. With him they held a council there, The folk that dwelt in Teca and the townsmen of Terrér, And the people of Calatayúd, of the three the fairest town. In such wise have they valued it and on parchment set it down That for silver marks three thousand Alcocér the Cid did sell. XLV. Roy Diaz sold them Alcocér. How excellently well He paid his vassals! Horse and foot he made them wealthy then, And a poor man you could not find in all his host of men. In joy he dwelleth aye who serves a lord of noble heart. XLVI. When my lord the Cid was ready from the Castle to depart, The Moors both men and women cried out in bitter woe: "Lord Cid art thou departing? Still may our prayers go Before thy path, for with thee we are full well content." For my lord the great Cid of Bivár, when from Alcocér he went, The Moors both men and women made lamentation sore. He lifted up the standard, forth marched the Campeador. Down the Jalón he hastened, on he went spurring fast. He saw birds of happy omen, as from the stream he passed. Glad were the townsmen of Terrér that he had marched away, And the dwellers in Calatayúd were better pleased than they. But in the town of Alcocér 'twas grief to all and one, For many a deed of mercy unto them the Cid had done. My lord the Cid spurred onward. Forward apace he went; 'Twas near to the hill Monreál that he let pitch his tent. Great is the hill and wondrous and very high likewise. Be it known from no quarter doth he need to dread surprise. And first he forced Doróca tribute to him to pay, And then levied on Molína on the other side that lay, Teruél o'er against him to submit he next compelled And lastly Celfa de Canál within his power he held.