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swear to God, to him who lives on high,
That until I prove myself—on this good horse of mine,
Fighting Moors on fields of battle,
Using my lance and this sword, here in my hand,
And blood comes dripping down to my elbow,
In the very presence of Ruy Díaz, greatest of Warriors—
Until then, I will not take a penny from you.
Until you’re presented with something tremendous—
And not before then, by God!—everything is yours.”
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    Estas ganancias allí eran juntadas.
Comidiós’ Mio Cid, el que en buen ora fue nado,
e l rrey Alfonso que llegarién sus compañas,
quel’ buscarié mal con todas sus mesnadas.
Mandó partir tod’ aqueste aver,
sos quiñoneros que ge los diessen por carta.
Sos cavalleros í an arribança,
a cada uno d’ellos caen ciento marcos de plata
e a los peones la meatad sin falla,
toda la quinta a Mio Cid fıncava.
Aquí non lo puede vender nin dar en presentaja,
nin cativos nin cativas non quiso traer en su conpaña.
Fabló con los de Castejón e envió a Fita e a Guadalfajara
esta quinta por quánto serié conprada,
aun de lo que diessen oviessen grand ganancia,
asmaron los moros tres mill marcos de plata;
plogo a Mio Cid d’aquesta presentaja,
a tercer día dados fueron sin falla.
Asmó Mio Cid con toda su conpaña
que en el castiello non í avrié morada,
e que serié rretenedor mas non í avrié agua:
“Moros en paz, ca escripta es la carta,
buscar nos ie el rrey Alfonso con toda su mesnada;
quitar quiero Castejón, ¡oíd, escuelas e Minyaya!
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    â€œLo que yo dixier non lo tengades a mal,
en Castejón non podriemos fıncar,
cerca es el rrey Alfonso e buscarnos verná.
Mas el castiello non lo quiero ermar,
ciento moros e ciento moras quiero las quitar
porque lo pris d’ellos que de mí non digan mal.
Todos sodes pagados e ninguno por pagar,
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    They made a heap of everything they’d won.
Then he who’d been born at just the right time, my Cid,
Began to wonder if King Alfonso might be getting closer,
He and his armies hunting them down.
So he ordered those whose job it was
To quickly distribute this treasure, keeping careful records.
Each of his knights was rewarded
With a full hundred marks,
And every foot soldier got half that much;
One-fifth of the total was reserved for my Cid.
But what could be sold or given away, there in the mountains?
—And he wanted no captives with him, no men, no women.
So he spoke to the people of Castejón, sent messengers to Hita
And Guadalajara, asking what his share would be worth,
Since anything they offered him would be pure profit.
The Moors said three thousand marks
And my Cid cheerfully accepted.
Three days later, they paid the bill in full.
It was not wise, my Cid believed,
To remain in the Castejón castle:
They could defend it, yes, but there would be no water.
“Let’s leave these Moors in peace: we’ve taken their money,
They’ve paid every penny—and King Alfonso’s army
Could be coming. Hear me, Minaya and all my men: let’s leave!
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    â€œNo one should misunderstand what I’ve said:
We simply cannot stay in Castejón.
King Alfonso’s army can’t be far away, he’s looking for us.
Nor do I wish to damage or destroy this castle:
I’ll set free a hundred Moorish men and a hundred Moorish
women,
So they can’t speak badly of my taking it from them.
    cras a la mañana pensemos de cavalgar,
con Alfonso mio señor non querría lidiar.”
Lo que dixo el Cid a todos los otros plaz.
Del castiello que prisieron todos rricos se parten,
los moros e las moras bendiziéndol’ están.
Vanse Fenares arriba quanto pueden andar,
trocen las Alcarias e ivan adelant,
por las Cuevas d’Anquita ellos passando van,
passaron las aguas, entraron al campo de Torancio,
por essas tierras ayuso quanto