Chapter 3 - Diego and Martin Search Furiously for the Lost Sword
The wrath of El Cid descended on the
boys like a summer thunderstorm.
They had arrived at Huete after dark, and Rodrigo had
discovered the loss the moment he dismounted. Now he towered
over them with a look they had only seen when he was engaged
in combat with his enemies. And, thought Martin nervously,
most of those enemies were dead.
With one massive fist El Cid grabbed Diego by the front of
his tunic. “You are responsible for the care of my weapons,”
he raged. “How could you lose the most valuable weapon I
Terrified, Diego tried as usual to lay the blame on Martin.
“I told Martin to load the equipment on the saddles this
morning. He must not have…”
“You are squire!” Rodrigo interrupted. “You are
With that he sent Diego sprawling to the ground. Glaring at
them both, he bellowed, “At first light you will go back and
you will find Tizona. I do not care how long it takes. Do
not dare to show your faces to me again until you have it!”
As if to add emphasis to their lord’s words, it suddenly
started to rain.
Neither boy slept much that night. In the pale, pre-dawn
light of early morning they set out, anxious to put some
distance between themselves and their angry lord.
Since they were searching as they went, the journey back
toward Cuenca proved to be painfully slow. The boys scoured
the trail and the land nearby, asked at every village, and
interrogated every traveler they met.
They even waded through and searched every stream they
crossed, thinking the sword might have fallen into the
water. Finally they were driven by exhaustion and darkness
to camp for the night.