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. LXXVIII. The King's heart of Morocco 'gainst the Cid was full of rage. "By force the man hath entered into my heritage, And giveth thanks to no one save Jesus Christ therefor." And the King of Morocco gathered his hosts of war. With fifty times a thousand under arms, good men and stark, They put to sea. In galleons that army did embark To seek the Cid Rodrigo in Valencia they went, The ships came in; and straightway issued forth that armament. LXXXIX. To Valencia that the Cid had ta'en, 'twas thither they did fare. The unbelievers halted and pitched pavilions there. With tidings of the chances to my lord the Cid they came. XC. "Now thanks to the Creator and the Holy Father's name. All the goods in my possession, I have them here with me. Hardly I took Valencia, but I hold it for my fee; This side death, I cannot yield it. Glory to God again And to Holy Mary Mother that my wife and daughters twain Are here with me. From oversea cometh now my delight. Never will I forego it, I will take the arms of fight. My lady and my daughters shall see me lift the brand, They shall see how men build houses here in a foreign land, And how a livelihood is won their eyes shall see it well." He took his wife and daughters up to the citadel. They raised their eyes and men they saw pitching tents everywhere. "Cid, what is this? So may the Lord still keep thee in His care." "Ha, wife, much honored! Therefor prithee be not troubled thus. 'Tis wealth most great and wondrous that they gather here for us. Scarce art thou come, when presents they would give thee in that hour. Thy daughters wait for marriage 'tis these that bring the dower." "Unto thee, Cid, and unto God do I give thanks again" "My lady in the palace in the citadel remain. When thou seest me in battle, fear not at all for me. By Saint Mary Mother's mercy, by God His charity, That thou art here before me, my heart grows great within. With God His help, this battle I certainly shall win." XCI. Now pitched are the pavilions. Apace the morning comes. And furiously the heathen beat loud upon the drums. "'Tis a great day," with a glad heart so now the lord Cid spake. But his lady was sore frighted, her heart was like to break; The ladies and his daughters were likewise all forlorn. Never had they heard such a din since the day when they were born. Therewith the great Cid Campeador with his hand he plucked his beard. "This shall all be to your vantage. Therefore be not afeard. Ere fifteen days are over, if so God's will it be, We shall take those drums and show them you. What they are then shall you see. And then unto the Bishop don Jerome they shall be given; They will hang them in Saint Mary's, Mother of the Lord in Heaven."