And as he was about to depart he looked back upon his own home, and when he saw his hall deserted, the household chests unfastened, the doors open, no cloaks hanging up, no seats in the porch, no hawks upon the perches, the tears came into his eyes, and he said, “My enemies have done this.  God be praised for all things.”  And he turned toward the East and knelt and said, “Holy Mary Mother, and all Saints, pray to God for me, that He may give me strength to destroy all the Pagans, and to win enough from them to requite my friends therewith, and all those who follow and help me.”  Then he called for Alvar Fanez and said unto him, “Cousin, the poor have no part in the wrong which the King hath done us; see now that no wrong be done unto them along our road,” and he called for his horse.

My Cid Ruydiez entered Burgos, having sixty streamers in his company.  And men and women went forth to see him. and the men of Burgos and the women of Burgos were at their windows, weeping, so great was their sorrow; and they said with one accord, “God, how good a vassal if he had but a good Lord!” and willingly would each have bade him come in, but no one dared so to do.  For King Don Alfonso in his anger had sent letters to Burgos, saying that no man should give the Cid a lodging; and that whosoever disobeyed should lose all that he had, and moreover the eyes in his head.  Great sorrow had these Christian folk at this, and they hid themselves when he came near them because they did not dare speak to him; and my Cid went to his Posada, and when he came to the door he found it fastened, for fear of the King.  And his people called out with a loud voice, but they within made no answer.  And the Cid rode up to the door, and took his foot out of the stirrup, and gave it a kick, but the door did not open with it, for it was well secured.  A little girl of nine years old then came out of one of the houses and said unto him, “O Cid, the King hath forbidden us to receive you.  We dare not open our doors to you, for we should lose our houses and all that we have, and the eyes in our head.  Cid, our evil would not help you, but God and all His saints be with you.”  And when she had said this she returned into the house.  And when the Cid knew what the King had done he turned away from the door and rode up to St. Mary’s, and there he alighted and knelt down, and prayed with all his heart; and then he mounted again and rode out of the town and pitched his tent near Arlanzon, upon the sands.  My Cid Ruydiez, he who in a happy hour first girt on his sword, took up his lodging upon the sands, because there was none who would receive him within their door.  He had a good company round about him, and there he lodged