Moutamin: In my country, we have a name for a warrior with the vision to be just and the courage to show mercy. We call him... the cid.
El Cid: Our dream was short.
Jimena: I know. There is no place hidden for a man like you. There must be thousands who would gladly part. Why you? Why me?
El Cid: Please, let me carry away an image of you smiling.
Jimena: It would be a lie. I will beseech God with my prayers. I will tell Him He must bring you back to me. I must tell God how much I need you.
El Cid: Then we will see each other again.
Moutamin: And thus the Cid rode out of the gates of history into legend.
El Cid: People of Valencia! I bring you bread.