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Then the Campeador departed unto his lodging straight. But when he was come thither, they had locked and barred the gate. In their fear of King Alfonso had they done even so. An the Cid forced not his entrance, neither for weal nor woe Durst they open it unto him. Loudly his men did call. Nothing thereto in answer said the folk within the hall. My lord the Cid spurred onward, to the doorway did he go. He drew his foot from the stirrup, he smote the door one blow. Yet the door would not open, for they lied barred it fast. But a maiden of nine summers came unto him at last: "Campeador in happy hour thou girdedst on the sword. 'This the King's will. Yestereven came tile mandate of our lord. With utmost care they brought it, and it was sealed with care: None to ope to you or greet you for any cause shall dare. And if we do, we forfeit houses and lands instead. Nay we shall lose, moreover, the eyes within the head And, Cid, with our misfortune, naught whatever cost thou gain. But may God with all his power support thee in thy pain.".

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