And Martin Antolinez rode forth swiftly with the twain. And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go, But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent. When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent. My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he.

And Martin Antolmnez rode forth swiftly with the twain. And they were glad exceeding. O'er the bridge he did not go, But through the stream, that never a Burgalese should know Through him thereof. And now behold the Campeador his tent. When they therein had entered to kiss his hands they bent. My lord the Cid smiled on them and unto them said he.