The Lay of the Cid by Cid
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And Minaya Alvar Fanez came there in noble guise..
In the presence of the people he kneeled upon his knee He fell at don Alphonso's foot, and bitter tears shed he. He kissed his hands; unto the King most lovely words he spake: LXXII. "A boon my lord Alfonso for the Creator's sake! My lord Cid of the battles has kissed thy hands ere now, Thy hands and thy feet likewise, for his noble lord art thou, If thou favorest him, God's favor come upon thee from above. Thou didst send him into exile and bearest him no love, Though in strange lands he thriveth. Jerica he won in war And Onda, so they call it; so also Almenar, And likewise Murviedro (for a greater town 'tis known), And he has ta'en Cebolla and further Castejon And he has stormed Penacadell that is a place of power. He is master of Valencia and these places at this hour. With his own hand the great Campeador a bishop hath ordained. He has forced five pitched battles and in each three victory gained. The gift of the Creator was a very mighty prey, Do thou behold the tokens of the truth of that I say: Here be an hundred horses that in strength and speed excel; With bridle and with saddle each one is furnished well. He kissed thy hands and begged thee thine acceptance to accord. He declares himself thy vassal, and owns thee for his lord." The King has lifted his right hand and crossed himself thereon: "With what a wondrous booty the Campeador has won I am well pleased in spirit. Saint Isidore to speed! |
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