The Lay of the Cid. Folio 2r

That he lacked the King's favor now well the Cid might see.
He left the door; forth onward he spurred through Burgos town.
When he had reached Saint Mary's, then he got swiftly down.

He fell upon his knee and prayed with a true heart indeed:
and when the prayer was over, he mounted on the steed.
North from the gate and over the Arlanzon he went.
Here in the sand by Burgos, the Cid let pitch his tent.
Roy Diaz, who in happy hour had girded on the brand,
Since none at home would greet him, encamped there on the sand.
With a good squadron, camping as if within the wood.
They will not let him in Burgos buy any kind of food.
Provender for a single day they dared not to him sell.

V

Good Martin Antolinez in Burgos that did dwell
To the Cid and to his henchmen much wine and bread gave o'er,
That he bought not, but brought with him — of everything good store.

Content was the great Campeador, and his men were of good cheer
Spake Martin Antolinez. His counsel you shall hear.
«In happy hour, Cid Campeador, most surely west thou born.
Tonight here let us tarry, but let us flee at morn,
For someone will denounce me, that thy service I have done.