I suffer cruel wrong to-day, but of mine enemy.’
As they came riding from Bivar the crow was on the right,
By Burgos gate, upon the left, the crow was there in sight.
My Cid he shrugged his shoulders, and he lifted up his head:
‘Good tidings, Alvar Fáñez! we are banished men!’ he said.
[18]With sixty lances in his train my Cid rode up the town,
The burghers and their dames from all the windows looking down;
And there were tears in every eye, and on each lip one word:
‘A worthy vassal—would to God he served a worthy Lord!’
Fain would they shelter him, but none dared yield to his desire.