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Title: Leila or, the Siege of Granada, Complete

Author: Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton

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LEILA

OR,

THE SIEGE OF GRANADA

By Edward Bulwer Lytton





BOOK I.



CHAPTER I. THE ENCHANTER AND THE WARRIOR.

It was the summer of the year 1491, and the armies of Ferdinand and
Isabel invested the city of Granada.

The night was not far advanced; and the moon, which broke through
the transparent air of Andalusia, shone calmly over the immense and
murmuring encampment of the Spanish foe, and touched with a hazy light
the snow-capped summits of the Sierra Nevada, contrasting the verdure
and luxuriance which no devastation of man could utterly sweep from the
beautiful vale below.

In the streets of the Moorish city many a group still lingered. Some, as
if unconscious of the beleaguering war without, were listening in quiet
indolence to the strings of the Moorish lute, or the lively tale of
an Arabian improrvisatore; others were conversing with such eager
and animated gestures, as no ordinary excitement could wring from the
stately calm habitual to every oriental people. But the more public
places in which gathered these different groups, only the more
impressively heightened the desolate and solemn repose that brooded over
the rest of the city.

At this time, a man, with downcast eyes, and arms folded within the
sweeping gown which descended to his feet, was seen passing through the
streets, alone, and apparently unobservant of all around him. Yet this
indifference was by no means shared by the struggling crowds through
which, from time to time, he musingly swept.

"God is great!" said one man; "it is the Enchanter Almamen."

"He hath locked up the manhood of Boabdil el Chico with the key of his
spells," quoth another, stroking his beard; "I would curse him, if I
dared."

"But they say that he hath promised that when man fails, the genii will
fight for Granada," observed a third, doubtingly.

"Allah Akbar! what is, is! what shall be, shall be!" said a fourth, with
all the solemn sagacity of a prophet. Whatever their feelings, whether
of awe or execration, terror or hope, each group gave way as Almamen
passed, and hushed the murmurs not intended for his ear. Passing through
the Zacatin (the street which traversed the Great Bazaar), the reputed
enchanter ascended a narrow and winding street, and arrived at last
before the walls that encircled the palace and fortress of the Alhambra.

The sentry at the gate saluted and admitted him in silence; and in a few
moments his form was lost in the solitude of groves, amidst which,
at frequent openings, the spray of Arabian fountains glittered in the
moonlight; while, above, rose the castled heights of the Alhambra; and
on the right those Vermilion Towers, whose origin veils itself in the
furthest ages of Phoenician enterprise.

Almamen paused, and surveyed the scene. "Was Aden more lovely?" he
muttered; "and shall so fair a spot be trodden by the victor Nazerene?
What matters? creed chases creed--race, race--until time comes back to
its starting-place, and beholds the reign restored to the eldest faith
and the eldest tribe. The horn of our strength shall be exalted."

At these thoughts the seer relapsed into silence, and gazed long and
intently upon the stars, as, more numerous and brilliant with every
step of the advancing night, their rays broke on the playful waters, and
tinged with silver the various and breathless foliage. So earnest was
his gaze, and so absorbed his thoughts, that he did not perceive the
approach of a Moor, whose glittering weapons and snow-white turban, rich
with emeralds, cast a gleam through the wood.

The new comer was above the common size of his race, generally small and
spare--but without attaining the lofty stature and large proportions
of the more redoubted of the warriors of Spain. But in his presence and
mien there was something, which, in the haughtiest conclave of Christian
chivalry, would have seemed to tower and command. He walked with a
step at once light and stately, as if it spurned the earth; and in the
carriage of the small erect head and stag-like throat, there was
that undefinable and imposing dignity, which accords so well with our
conception of a heroic lineage, and a noble though imperious spirit. The
stranger approached Almamen, and paused abruptly when within a few steps
of the enchanter. He gazed upon him in silence for some moments; and
when at length he spoke it was with a cold and sarcastic tone.

"Pretender to the dark secrets," said he, "is it in the stars that
thou art reading those destinies of men and nations, which the Prophet
wrought by the chieftain's brain and the soldier's arm?"

"Prince," replied Almamen, turning slowly, and recognising the intruder
on his meditations, "I was but considering how many revolutions,
which have shaken earth to its centre, those orbs have witnessed,
unsympathising and unchanged."

"Unsympathising!" repeated the Moor--"yet thou believest in their effect
upon the earth?"

"You wrong me," answered Almamen, with a slight smile, "you confound
your servant with that vain race, the astrologers."

"I deemed astrology a part of the science of the two angels, Harut and
Marut."

   [The science of magic. It was taught by the Angels named in the
   text; for which offence they are still supposed to be confined to
   the ancient Babel. There they may yet be consulted, though they are
   rarely seen.--Yallal'odir Yahya.
   --SALE'S Koran.]

"Possibly; but I know not that science, though I have wandered at
midnight by the ancient Babel."

"Fame lies to us, then," answered the Moor, with some surprise.

"Fame never made pretence to truth," said Almamen, calmly, and
proceeding on his way. "Allah be with you, prince! I seek the king."

"Stay! I have just quitted his presence, and left him, I trust, with
thoughts worthy of the sovereign of Granada, which I would not have
disturbed by a stranger, a man whose arms are not spear nor shield."

"Noble Muza," returned Almamen, "fear not that my voice will weaken the
inspirations which thine hath breathed into the breast of Boabdil. Alas!
if my counsel were heeded, thou wouldst hear the warriors of Granada
talk less of Muza, and more of the king. But Fate, or Allah, hath
placed upon the throne of a tottering dynasty, one who, though brave,
is weak--though, wise, a dreamer; and you suspect the adviser, when you
find the influence of nature on the advised. Is this just?"

Muza gazed long and sternly on the face of Almamen; then, putting his
hand gently on the enchanter's shoulder, he said--

"Stranger, if thou playest us false, think that this arm hath cloven the
casque of many a foe, and will not spare the turban of a traitor!"

"And think thou, proud prince!" returned Almamen, unquailing, "that I
answer alone to Allah for my motives, and that against man my deeds I
can defend!"

With these words, the enchanter drew his long robe round him, and
disappeared amidst the foliage.




CHAPTER II. THE KING WITHIN HIS PALACE.

In one of those apartments, the luxury of which is known only to the
inhabitants of a genial climate (half chamber and half grotto), reclined
a young Moor, in a thoughtful and musing attitude.

The ceiling of cedar-wood, glowing with gold and azure, was supported
by slender shafts, of the whitest alabaster, between which were open
arcades, light and graceful as the arched vineyards of Italy,
and wrought in that delicate filagree-work common to the Arabian
architecture: through these arcades was seen at intervals the lapsing
fall of waters, lighted by alabaster lamps; and their tinkling music
sounded with a fresh and regular murmur upon the ear. The whole of one
side of this apartment was open to a broad and extensive balcony,
which overhung the banks of the winding and moonlit Darro; and in the
clearness of the soft night might be distinctly seen the undulating
hills, the woods, and orange-groves, which still form the unrivalled
landscapes of Granada.

The pavement was spread with ottomans and couches of the richest azure,
prodigally enriched with quaint designs in broideries of gold and
silver; and over that on which the Moor reclined, facing the open
balcony, were suspended on a pillar the round shield, the light javelin,
and the curving cimiter, of Moorish warfare. So studded were these
arms with jewels of rare cost, that they might alone have sufficed
to indicate the rank of the evident owner, even if his own gorgeous
vestments had not betrayed it. An open manuscript, on a silver table,
lay unread before the Moor: as, leaning his face upon his hand,
he looked with abstracted eyes along the mountain summits dimly
distinguished from the cloudless and far horizon.

No one could have gazed without a vague emotion of interest, mixed
with melancholy, upon the countenance of the inmate of that luxurious
chamber.

Its beauty was singularly stamped with a grave and stately sadness,
which was made still more impressive by its air of youth and the
unwonted fairness of the complexion: unlike the attributes of the
Moorish race, the hair and curling beard were of a deep golden colour;
and on the broad forehead and in the large eyes, was that settled and
contemplative mildness which rarely softens the swart lineaments of the
fiery children of the sun. Such was the personal appearance of Boabdil
el Chico, the last of the Moorish dynasty in Spain.

"These scrolls of Arabian learning," said Boabdil to himself, "what do
they teach? to despise wealth and power, to hold the heart to be the
true empire. This, then, is wisdom. Yet, if I follow these maxims, am I
wise? alas! the whole world would call me a driveller and a madman. Thus
is it ever; the wisdom of the Intellect fills us with precepts which it
is the wisdom of Action to despise. O Holy Prophet! what fools men would
be, if their knavery did not eclipse their folly!"

The young king listlessly threw himself back on his cushions as he
uttered these words, too philosophical for a king whose crown sate so
loosely on his brow.

After a few moments of thought that appeared to dissatisfy and disquiet
him, Boabdil again turned impatiently round "My soul wants the bath of
music," said he; "these journeys into a pathless realm have wearied it,
and the streams of sound supple and relax the travailed pilgrim."

He clapped his hands, and from one of the arcades a boy, hitherto
invisible, started into sight; at a slight and scarce perceptible sign
from the king the boy again vanished, and in a few moments afterwards,
glancing through the fairy pillars, and by the glittering waterfalls,
came the small and twinkling feet of the maids of Araby. As, with
their transparent tunics and white arms, they gleamed, without an echo,
through that cool and voluptuous chamber, they might well have seemed
the Peris of the eastern magic, summoned to beguile the sated leisure
of a youthful Solomon. With them came a maiden of more exquisite beauty,
though smaller stature, than the rest, bearing the light Moorish lute;
and a faint and languid smile broke over the beautiful face of Boabdil,
as his eyes rested upon her graceful form and the dark yet glowing
lustre of her oriental countenance. She alone approached the king,
timidly kissed his hand, and then, joining her comrades, commenced
the following song, to the air and very words of which the feet of the
dancing-girls kept time, while with the chorus rang the silver bells of
the musical instrument which each of the dancers carried.

            AMINE'S SONG.

        I.
        Softly, oh, softly glide,
        Gentle Music, thou silver tide,
        Bearing, the lulled air along,
        This leaf from the Rose of Song!
        To its port in his soul let it float,
        The frail, but the fragrant boat,
        Bear it, soft Air, along!

        II.
        With the burthen of sound we are laden,
        Like the bells on the trees of Aden,*
        When they thrill with a tinkling tone
        At the Wind from the Holy Throne,
        Hark, as we move around,
        We shake off the buds of sound;
        Thy presence, Beloved, is Aden.

        III.
        Sweet chime that I hear and wake
        I would, for my lov'd one's sake,
        That I were a sound like thee,
        To the depths of his heart to flee.
        If my breath had his senses blest;
        If my voice in his heart could rest;
        What pleasure to die like thee!

   *[The Mohammedans believe that musical bells hang on the trees of
   Paradise, and are put in motion by a wind from the throne of God.]


The music ceased; the dancers remained motionless in their graceful
postures, as if arrested into statues of alabaster; and the young
songstress cast herself on a cushion at the feet of the monarch, and
looked up fondly, but silently, into his yet melancholy eyes,--when a
man, whose entrance had not been noticed, was seen to stand within the
chamber.

He was about the middle stature,--lean, muscular, and strongly though
sparely built. A plain black robe, something in the fashion of the
Armenian gown, hung long and loosely over a tunic of bright scarlet,
girdled by a broad belt, from the centre of which was suspended a small
golden key, while at the left side appeared the jewelled hilt of a
crooked dagger. His features were cast in a larger and grander mould
than was common among the Moors of Spain; the forehead was broad,
massive, and singularly high, and the dark eyes of unusual size and
brilliancy; his beard, short, black, and glossy, curled upward, and
concealed all the lower part of the face, save a firm, compressed, and
resolute expression in the lips, which were large and full; the nose
was high, aquiline, and well-shaped; and the whole character of the
head (which was, for symmetry, on too large and gigantic a scale as
proportioned to the form) was indicative of extraordinary energy and
power. At the first glance, the stranger might have seemed scarce on
the borders of middle age; but, on a more careful examination, the deep
lines and wrinkles, marked on the forehead and round the eyes, betrayed
a more advanced period of life. With arms folded on his breast, he stood
by the side of the king, waiting in silence the moment when his presence
should be perceived.

He did not wait long; the eyes and gesture of the girl nestled at the
feet of Boabdil drew the king's attention to the spot where the stranger
stood: his eye brightened when it fell upon him.

"Almamen," cried Boabdil, eagerly, "you are welcome." As he spoke, he
motioned to the dancing-girls to withdraw. "May I not rest? O core of my
heart, thy bird is in its home," murmured the songstress at the king's
feet.

"Sweet Amine," answered Boabdil, tenderly smoothing down her ringlets as
he bent to kiss her brow, "you should witness only my hours of delight.
Toil and business have nought with thee; I will join thee ere yet the
nightingale hymns his last music to the moon." Amine sighed, rose, and
vanished with her companions.

"My friend," said the king, when alone with Almamen, "your counsels
often soothe me into quiet, yet in such hours quiet is a crime. But what
do?--how struggle?--how act? Alas! at the hour of his birth, rightly
did they affix to the name of Boabdil, the epithet of _El Zogoybi_. [The
Unlucky]. Misfortune set upon my brow her dark and fated stamp ere yet
my lips could shape a prayer against her power. My fierce father, whose
frown was as the frown of Azrael, hated me in my cradle; in my youth
my name was invoked by rebels against my will; imprisoned by my father,
with the poison-bowl or the dagger hourly before my eyes, I was saved
only by the artifice of my mother. When age and infirmity broke the
iron sceptre of the king, my claims to the throne were set aside, and
my uncle, El Zagal, usurped my birthright. Amidst open war and secret
treason I wrestled for my crown; and now, the sole sovereign of
Granada, when, as I fondly imagined, my uncle had lost all claim on
the affections of my people by succumbing to the Christian king, and
accepting a fief under his dominion, I find that the very crime of El
Zagal is fixed upon me by my unhappy subjects--that they deem he would
not have yielded but for my supineness. At the moment of my delivery
from my rival, I am received with execration by my subjects, and, driven
into this my fortress of the Alhambra, dare not venture to head my
armies, or to face my people; yet am I called weak and irresolute, when
strength and courage are forbid me. And as the water glides from yonder
rock, that hath no power to retain it, I see the tide of empire welling
from my hands."

The young king spoke warmly and bitterly; and, in the irritation of his
thoughts, strode, while he spoke, with rapid and irregular strides along
the chamber. Almamen marked his emotion with an eye and lip of rigid
composure.

"Light of the faithful," said he, when Boabdil had concluded, "the
powers above never doom man to perpetual sorrow, nor perpetual joy:
the cloud and the sunshine are alike essential to the heaven of our
destinies; and if thou hast suffered in thy youth, thou hast exhausted
the calamities of fate, and thy manhood will be glorious, and thine age
serene."

"Thou speakest as if the armies of Ferdinand were not already around my
walls," said Boabdil, impatiently.

"The armies of Sennacherib were as mighty," answered Almamen.

"Wise seer," returned the king, in a tone half sarcastic and half
solemn, "we, the Mussulmans of Spain, are not the blind fanatics of the
Eastern world. On us have fallen the lights of philosophy and science;
and if the more clear-sighted among us yet outwardly reverence the forms
and fables worshipped by the multitude, it is from the wisdom of policy,
not the folly of belief. Talk not to me, then, of thine examples of the
ancient and elder creeds: the agents of God for this world are now,
at least, in men, not angels; and if I wait till Ferdinand share the
destiny of Sennacherib, I wait only till the Standard of the Cross wave
above the Vermilion Towers."

"Yet," said Almamen, "while my lord the king rejects the fanaticism of
belief, doth he reject the fanaticism of persecution? You disbelieve
the stories of the Hebrews; yet you suffer the Hebrews themselves, that
ancient and kindred Arabian race, to be ground to the dust, condemned
and tortured by your judges, your informers, your soldiers, and your
subjects."

"The base misers! they deserve their fate," answered Boabdil, loftily.
"Gold is their god, and the market-place their country; amidst the tears
and groans of nations, they sympathise only with the rise and fall of
trade; and, the thieves of the universe! while their hand is against
every man's coffer, why wonder that they provoke the hand of every man
against their throats? Worse than the tribe of Hanifa, who eat their
god only in time of famine;--[The tribe of Hanifa worshipped a lump of
dough]--the race of Moisa--[Moses]--would sell the Seven Heavens for
the dent on the back of the date-stone."--[A proverb used in the Koran,
signifying the smallest possible trifle].

"Your laws leave them no ambition but that of avarice," replied Almamen;
"and as the plant will crook and distort its trunk, to raise its
head through every obstacle to the sun, so the mind of man twists and
perverts itself, if legitimate openings are denied it, to find its
natural element in the gale of power, or the sunshine of esteem. These
Hebrews were not traffickers and misers in their own sacred land when
they routed your ancestors, the Arab armies of old; and gnawed the flesh
from their bones in famine, rather than yield a weaker city than Granada
to a mightier force than the holiday lords of Spain. Let this pass. My
lord rejects the belief in the agencies of the angels; doth he still
retain belief in the wisdom of mortal men?"

"Yes!" returned Boabdil, quickly; "for of the one I know nought; of
the other, mine own senses can be the judge. Almamen, my fiery kinsman,
Muza, hath this evening been with me. He hath urged me to reject the
fears of my people, which chain my panting spirit within these walls; he
hath urged me to gird on yonder shield and cimiter, and to appear in the
Vivarrambla, at the head of the nobles of Granada. My heart leaps high
at the thought! and if I cannot live, at least I will die--a king!"

"It is nobly spoken," said Almamen, coldly.

"You approve, then, my design?"

"The friends of the king cannot approve the ambition of the king to
die."

"Ha!" said Boabdil, in an altered voice, "thou thinkest, then, that I am
doomed to perish in this struggle?"

"As the hour shall be chosen, wilt thou fall or triumph."

"And that hour?"

"Is not yet come."

"Dost thou read the hour in the stars?"

"Let Moorish seers cultivate that frantic credulity: thy servant sees
but in the stars worlds mightier than this little earth, whose light
would neither wane nor wink, if earth itself were swept from the
infinities of space."

"Mysterious man!" said Boabdil; "whence, then, is thy power?--whence thy
knowledge of the future?"

Almamen approached the king, as he now stood by the open balcony.

"Behold!" said he, pointing to the waters of the Darro--"yonder stream
is of an element in which man cannot live nor breathe: above, in the
thin and impalpable air, our steps cannot find a footing, the armies of
all earth cannot build an empire. And yet, by the exercise of a little
art, the fishes and the birds, the inhabitants of the air and the water,
minister to our most humble wants, the most common of our enjoyments;
so it is with the true science of enchantment. Thinkest thou that, while
the petty surface of the world is crowded with living things, there is
no life in the vast centre within the earth, and the immense ether that
surrounds it? As the fisherman snares his prey, as the fowler entraps
the bird, so, by the art and genius of our human mind, we may thrall
and command the subtler beings of realms and elements which our material
bodies cannot enter--our gross senses cannot survey. This, then, is my
lore. Of other worlds know I nought; but of the things of this world,
whether men, or, as your legends term them, ghouls and genii, I have
learned something. To the future, I myself am blind; but I can invoke
and conjure up those whose eyes are more piercing, whose natures are
more gifted."

"Prove to me thy power," said Boabdil, awed less by the words than by
the thrilling voice and the impressive aspect of the enchanter.

"Is not the king's will my law?" answered Almamen; "be his will obeyed.
To-morrow night I await thee."

"Where?"

Almamen paused a moment, and then whispered a sentence in the king's
ear: Boabdil started, and turned pale.

"A fearful spot!"

"So is the Alhambra itself, great Boabdil; while Ferdinand is without
the walls and Muza within the city."

"Muza! Darest thou mistrust my bravest warrior?"

"What wise king will trust the idol of the king's army? Did Boabdil fall
to-morrow by a chance javelin, in the field, whom would the nobles and
the warriors place upon his throne? Doth it require an enchanter's lore
to whisper to thy heart the answer in the name of 'Muza'?"

"Oh, wretched state! oh, miserable king!" exclaimed Boabdil, in a tone
of great anguish. "I never had a father. I have now no people; a little
while, and I shall have no country. Am I never to have a friend?"

"A friend! what king ever had?" returned Almamen, drily.

"Away, man--away!" cried Boabdil, as the impatient spirit of his rank
and race shot dangerous fire from his eyes; "your cold and bloodless
wisdom freezes up all the veins of my manhood! Glory, confidence, human
sympathy, and feeling--your counsels annihilate them all. Leave me! I
would be alone."

"We meet to-morrow, at midnight, mighty Boabdil," said Almamen, with his
usual unmoved and passionless tones. "May the king live for ever."

The king turned; but his monitor had already disappeared. He went as he
came--noiseless and sudden as a ghost.




CHAPTER III. THE LOVERS.

When Muza parted from Almamen, he bent his steps towards the hill that
rises opposite the ascent crowned with the towers of the Alhambra;
the sides and summit of which eminence were tenanted by the luxurious
population of the city. He selected the more private and secluded
paths; and, half way up the hill, arrived, at last, before a low wall
of considerable extent, which girded the gardens of some wealthier
inhabitant of the city. He looked long and anxiously round; all was
solitary; nor was the stillness broken, save as an occasional breeze,
from the snowy heights of the Sierra Nevada, rustled the fragrant leaves
of the citron and pomegranate; or as the silver tinkling of waterfalls
chimed melodiously within the gardens. The Moor's heart beat high: a
moment more, and he had scaled the wall; and found himself upon a green
sward, variegated by the rich colours of many a sleeping flower, and
shaded by groves and alleys of luxuriant foliage and golden fruits.

It was not long before he stood beside a house that seemed of a
construction anterior to the Moorish dynasty. It was built over low
cloisters formed by heavy and timeworn pillars, concealed, for the most
part by a profusion of roses and creeping shrubs: the lattices above
the cloisters opened upon large gilded balconies, the super-addition
of Moriscan taste. In one only of the casements a lamp was visible; the
rest of the mansion was dark, as if, save in that chamber, sleep kept
watch over the inmates. It was to this window that the Moor stole;
and, after a moment's pause, he murmured rather than sang, so low and
whispered was his voice, the following simple verses, slightly varied
from an old Arabian poet:--

        Light of my soul, arise, arise!
        Thy sister lights are in the skies;
             We want thine eyes,
             Thy joyous eyes;
        The Night is mourning for thine eyes!
        The sacred verse is on my sword,
        But on my heart thy name
        The words on each alike adored;
        The truth of each the same,
        The same!--alas! too well I feel
        The heart is truer than the steel!
        Light of my soul! upon me shine;
        Night wakes her stars to envy mine.
             Those eyes of thine,
             Wild eyes of thine,
        What stars are like those eyes of thine?

As he concluded, the lattice softly opened; and a female form appeared
on the balcony.

"Ah, Leila!" said the Moor, "I see thee, and I am blessed!"

"Hush!" answered Leila; "speak low, nor tarry long I fear that our
interviews are suspected; and this," she added in a trembling voice,
"may perhaps be the last time we shall meet."

"Holy Prophet!" exclaimed Muza, passionately, "what do I hear? Why this
mystery? why cannot I learn thine origin, thy rank, thy parents? Think
you, beautiful Leila, that Granada holds a rouse lofty enough to disdain
the alliance with Muza Ben Abil Gazan? and oh!" he added (sinking the
haughty tones of his voice into accents of the softest tenderness),
"if not too high to scorn me, what should war against our loves and our
bridals? For worn equally on my heart were the flower of thy sweet self,
whether the mountain top or the valley gave birth to the odour and the
bloom."

"Alas!" answered Leila, weeping, "the mystery thou complainest of is as
dark to myself as thee. How often have I told thee that I know nothing
of my birth or childish fortunes, save a dim memory of a more distant
and burning clime; where, amidst sands and wastes, springs the
everlasting cedar, and the camel grazes on stunted herbage withering
in the fiery air? Then, it seemed to me that I had a mother: fond eyes
looked on me, and soft songs hushed me into sleep."

"Thy mother's soul has passed into mine," said the Moor, tenderly.

Leila continued:--"Borne hither, I passed from childhood into youth
within these walls. Slaves ministered to my slightest wish; and those
who have seen both state and poverty, which I have not, tell me that
treasures and splendour, that might glad a monarch, are prodigalised
around me: but of ties and kindred know I little: my father, a stern and
silent man, visits me but rarely--sometimes months pass, and I see him
not; but I feel he loves me; and, till I knew thee, Muza, my brightest
hours were in listening to the footsteps and flying to the arms of that
solitary friend."

"Know you not his name?"

"Nor, I nor any one of the household; save perhaps Ximen, the chief of
the slaves, an old and withered man, whose very eye chills me into fear
and silence."

"Strange!" said the Moor, musingly; "yet why think you our love is
discovered, or can be thwarted?"

"Hush! Ximen sought me this day: 'Maiden,' said he, 'men's footsteps
have been tracked within the gardens; if your sire know this, you will
have looked your last on Granada. Learn,' he added, in a softer voice,
as he saw me tremble, 'that permission were easier given to thee to wed
the wild tiger than to mate with the loftiest noble of Morisca! Beware!'
He spoke, and left me. O Muza!" she continued, passionately wringing her
hands, "my heart sinks within me, and omen and doom rise dark before my
sight!"

"By my father's head, these obstacles but fire my love, and I would
scale to thy possession, though every step in the ladder were the
corpses of a hundred foes!"

Scarcely had the fiery and high-souled Moor uttered his boast, than,
from some unseen hand amidst the groves, a javelin whirred past him,
and as the air it raised came sharp upon his cheek, half buried its
quivering shaft in the trunk of a tree behind him.

"Fly, fly, and save thyself! O God, protect him!" cried Leila; and she
vanished within the chamber.

The Moor did not wait the result of a deadlier aim; he turned; yet, in
the instinct of his fierce nature, not from, but against, the foe; his
drawn scimitar in his hand, the half-suppressed cry of wrath trembling
on his lips, he sprang forward in the direction the javelin had sped.
With eyes accustomed to the ambuscades of Moorish warfare, he searched
eagerly, yet warily through the dark and sighing foliage. No sign of
life met his gaze; and at length, grimly and reluctantly, he retraced
his steps, and quitted the demesnes; but just as he had cleared the
wall, a voice--low, but sharp and shrill--came from the gardens.

"Thou art spared," it said, "but, haply, for a more miserable doom!"




CHAPTER IV. THE FATHER AND DAUGHTER.

The chamber into which Leila retreated bore out the character she had
given of the interior of her home. The fashion of its ornament and
decoration was foreign to that adopted by the Moors of Granada. It had
a more massive and, if we may use the term, Egyptian gorgeousness.
The walls were covered with the stuffs of the East, stiff with gold,
embroidered upon ground of the deepest purple; strange characters,
apparently in some foreign tongue, were wrought in the tesselated
cornices and on the heavy ceiling, which was supported by square
pillars, round which were twisted serpents of gold and enamel, with
eyes to which enormous emeralds gave a green and lifelike glare: various
scrolls and musical instruments lay scattered upon marble tables: and
a solitary lamp of burnished silver cast a dim and subdued light around
the chamber. The effect of the whole, though splendid, was gloomy,
strange, and oppressive, and rather suited to the thick and cave-like
architecture which of old protected the inhabitants of Thebes and
Memphis from the rays of the African sun, than to the transparent heaven
and light pavilions of the graceful orientals of Granada.

Leila stood within this chamber, pale and breathless, with her lips
apart, her hands clasped, her very soul in her ears; nor was it possible
to conceive a more perfect ideal of some delicate and brilliant Peri,
captured in the palace of a hostile and gloomy Genius. Her form was of
the lightest shape consistent with the roundness of womanly beauty; and
there was something in it of that elastic and fawnlike grace which a
sculptor seeks to embody in his dreams of a being more aerial than those
of earth. Her luxuriant hair was dark indeed, but a purple and glossy
hue redeemed it from that heaviness of shade too common in the tresses
of the Asiatics; and her complexion, naturally pale but clear and
lustrous, would have been deemed fair even in the north. Her features,
slightly aquiline, were formed in the rarest mould of symmetry, and her
full rich lips disclosed teeth that might have shamed the pearl. But
the chief charm of that exquisite countenance was in an expression of
softness and purity, and intellectual sentiment, that seldom accompanies
that cast of loveliness, and was wholly foreign to the voluptuous and
dreamy languor of Moorish maidens; Leila had been educated, and the
statue had received a soul.

After a few minutes of intense suspense, she again stole to the lattice,
gently unclosed it, and looked forth. Far, through an opening amidst the
trees, she descried for a single moment the erect and stately figure of
her lover, darkening the moonshine on the sward, as now, quitting his
fruitless search, he turned his lingering gaze towards the lattice of
his beloved: the thick and interlacing foliage quickly hid him from
her eyes; but Leila had seen enough--she turned within, and said, as
grateful tears trickled clown her cheeks, and she sank on her knees upon
the piled cushions of the chamber: "God of my fathers! I bless Thee--he
is safe!"

"And yet (she added, as a painful thought crossed her), how may I pray
for him? we kneel not to the same Divinity; and I have been taught to
loathe and shudder at his creed! Alas! how will this end? Fatal was the
hour when he first beheld me in yonder gardens; more fatal still the
hour in which he crossed the barrier, and told Leila that she was
beloved by the hero whose arm was the shelter, whose name is the
blessing, of Granada. Ah, me! Ah, me!"

The young maiden covered her face with her hands, and sank into a
passionate reverie, broken only by her sobs. Some time had passed in
this undisturbed indulgence of her grief, when the arras was gently
put aside, and a man, of remarkable garb and mien, advanced into the
chamber, pausing as he beheld her dejected attitude, and gazing on her
with a look on which pity and tenderness seemed to struggle against
habitual severity and sternness.

"Leila!" said the intruder.

Leila started, and and a deep blush suffused her countenance; she dashed
the tears from her eyes, and came forward with a vain attempt to smile.

"My father, welcome!"

The stranger seated himself on the cushions, and motioned Leila to his
side.

"These tears are fresh upon thy cheek," said he, gravely; "they are the
witness of thy race! our daughters are born to weep, and our sons to
groan! ashes are on the head of the mighty, and the Fountains of the
Beautiful run with gall! Oh that we could but struggle--that we could
but dare--that we could raise up, our heads, and unite against the
bondage of the evil doer! It may not be--but one man shall avenge a
nation!"

The dark face of Leila's father, well fitted to express powerful
emotion, became terrible in its wrath and passion; his brow and lip
worked convulsively; but the paroxysm was brief; and scarce could she
shudder at its intensity ere it had subsided into calm.

"Enough of these thoughts, which thou, a woman and a child, art not
formed to witness. Leila, thou hast been nurtured with tenderness, and
schooled with care. Harsh and unloving may I have seemed to thee, but I
would have shed the best drops of my heart to have saved thy young years
from a single pang. Nay, listen to me silently. That thou mightest
one day be worthy of thy race, and that thine hours might not pass
in indolent and weary lassitude, thou hast been taught lessons of
a knowledge rarely to thy sex. Not thine the lascivious arts of the
Moorish maidens; not thine their harlot songs, and their dances of lewd
delight; thy delicate limbs were but taught the attitude that Nature
dedicates to the worship of a God, and the music of thy voice was tuned
to the songs of thy fallen country, sad with the memory of her wrongs,
animated with the names of her heroes, with the solemnity of her
prayers. These scrolls, and the lessons of our seers, have imparted to
thee such of our science and our history as may fit thy mind to aspire,
and thy heart to feel for a sacred cause. Thou listenest to me, Leila?"

Perplexed and wondering, for never before had her father addressed her
in such a strain, the maiden answered with an earnestness of manner
that seemed to content the questioner; and he resumed, with an altered,
hollow, solemn voice:

"Then curse the persecutors. Daughter of the great Hebrew race, arise
and curse the Moorish taskmaster and spoiler!"

As he spoke, the adjuror himself rose, lifting his right hand on high;
while his left touched the shoulder of the maiden. But she, after gazing
a moment in wild and terrified amazement upon his face, fell cowering
at his knees; and, clasping them imploringly, exclaimed in scarce
articulate murmurs:

"Oh, spare me! spare me!"

The Hebrew, for such he was, surveyed her, as she thus quailed at his
feet, with a look of rage and scorn: his hand wandered to his poniard,
he half unsheathed it, thrust it back with a muttered curse, and then,
deliberately drawing it forth, cast it on the ground beside her.

"Degenerate girl!" he said, in accents that vainly struggled for calm,
"if thou hast admitted to thy heart one unworthy thought towards a
Moorish infidel, dig deep and root it out, even with the knife, and to
the death--so wilt thou save this hand from that degrading task."

He drew himself hastily from her grasp, and left the unfortunate girl
alone and senseless.




CHAPTER V. AMBITION DISTORTED INTO VICE BY LAW.

On descending a broad flight of stairs from the apartment, the Hebrew
encountered an old man, habited in loose garments of silk and fur,
upon whose withered and wrinkled face life seemed scarcely to struggle
against the advance of death--so haggard, wan, and corpse-like was its
aspect.

"Ximen," said the Israelite, "trusty and beloved servant, follow me to
the cavern." He did not tarry for an answer, but continued his way with
rapid strides through various courts and alleys, till he came at length
into a narrow, dark, and damp gallery, that seemed cut from the living
rock. At its entrance was a strong grate, which gave way to the Hebrew's
touch upon the spring, though the united strength of a hundred men could
not have moved it from its hinge. Taking up a brazen lamp that burnt in
a niche within it, the Hebrew paused impatiently till the feeble steps
of the old man reached the spot; and then, reclosing the grate, pursued
his winding way for a considerable distance, till he stopped suddenly by
a part of the rock which seemed in no respect different from the rest:
and so artfully contrived and concealed was the door which he now
opened, and so suddenly did it yield to his hand, that it appeared
literally the effect of enchantment, when the rock yawned, and
discovered a circular cavern, lighted with brazen lamps, and spread with
hangings and cushions of thick furs. Upon rude and seemingly natural
pillars of rock, various antique and rusty arms were suspended; in
large niches were deposited scrolls, clasped and bound with iron; and
a profusion of strange and uncouth instruments and machines (in which
modern science might, perhaps, discover the tools of chemical invention)
gave a magical and ominous aspect to the wild abode.

The Hebrew cast himself on a couch of furs; and, as the old man entered
and closed the door, "Ximen," said he, "fill out wine--it is a soothing
counsellor, and I need it."

Extracting from one of the recesses of the cavern a flask and goblet,
Ximen offered to his lord a copious draught of the sparkling vintage of
the Vega, which seemed to invigorate and restore him.

"Old man," said he, concluding the potation with a deep-drawn sigh,
"fill to thyself-drink till thy veins feel young."

Ximen obeyed the mandate but imperfectly; the wine just touched his
lips, and the goblet was put aside.

"Ximen," resumed the Israelite, "how many of our race have been
butchered by the avarice of the Moorish kings since first thou didst set
foot within the city?"

"Three thousand--the number was completed last winter, by the order
of Jusef the vizier; and their goods and coffers are transformed into
shafts and cimiters against the dogs of Galilee."

"Three thousand--no more! three thousand only! I would the number had
been tripled, for the interest is becoming due!"

"My brother, and my son, and my grandson, are among the number," said
the old man, and his face grew yet more deathlike.

"Their monuments shall be in hecatombs of their tyrants. They shall not,
at least, call the Jews niggards in revenge."

"But pardon me, noble chief of a fallen people; thinkest thou we shall
be less despoiled and trodden under foot by yon haughty and stiff-necked
Nazarenes, than by the Arabian misbelievers?"

"Accursed, in truth, are both," returned the Hebrew; "but the one
promise more fairly than the other. I have seen this Ferdinand, and his
proud queen; they are pledged to accord us rights and immunities we have
never known before in Europe."

"And they will not touch our traffic, our gains, our gold?"

"Out on thee!" cried the fiery Israelite, stamping on the ground. "I
would all the gold of earth were sunk into the everlasting pit! It is
this mean, and miserable, and loathsome leprosy of avarice, that gnaws
away from our whole race the heart, the soul, nay--the very form,
of man! Many a time, when I have seen the lordly features of the
descendants of Solomon and Joshua (features that stamp the nobility of
the eastern world born to mastery and command) sharpened and furrowed by
petty cares,--when I have looked upon the frame of the strong man bowed,
like a crawling reptile, to some huckstering bargainer of silks and
unguents,--and heard the voice, that should be raising the battle-cry,
smoothed into fawning accents of base fear, or yet baser hope,--I have
asked myself, if I am indeed of the blood of Israel! and thanked the
great Jehovah that he hath spared me at least the curse that hath
blasted my brotherhood into usurers and slaves"

Ximen prudently forbore an answer to enthusiasm which he neither shared
nor understood; but, after a brief silence, turned back the stream of
the conversation.

"You resolve, then, upon prosecuting vengeance on the Moors, at
whatsoever hazard of the broken faith of these Nazarenes?"

"Ay, the vapour of human blood hath risen unto heaven, and, collected
into thunder-clouds, hangs over the doomed and guilty city. And now,
Ximen, I have a new cause for hatred to the Moors: the flower that I
have reared and watched, the spoiler hath sought to pluck it from my
hearth. Leila--thou hast guarded her ill, Ximen; and, wert thou not
endeared to me by thy very malice and vices, the rising sun should have
seen thy trunk on the waters of the Darro."

"My lord," replied Ximen, "if thou, the wisest of our people, canst not
guard a maiden from love, how canst thou see crime in the dull eyes and
numbed senses of a miserable old man?"

The Israelite did not answer, nor seem to hear this deprecatory
remonstrance. He appeared rather occupied with his own thoughts; and,
speaking to himself, he muttered, "It must be so: the sacrifice is
hard--the danger great; but here, at least, it is more immediate. It
shall be done. Ximen," he continued, speaking aloud; "dost thou feel
assured that even mine own countrymen, mine own tribe, know me not as
one of them? Were my despised birth and religion published, my limbs
would be torn asunder as an impostor; and all the arts of the Cabala
could not save me."

"Doubt not, great master; none in Granada, save thy faithful Ximen, know
thy secret."

"So let me dream and hope. And now to my work; for this night must be
spent in toil."

The Hebrew drew before him some of the strange instruments we have
described; and took from the recesses in the rock several scrolls.
The old man lay at his feet, ready to obey his behests; but, to all
appearance, rigid and motionless as the dead, whom his blanched hues
and shrivelled form resembled. It was, indeed, as the picture of the
enchanter at his work, and the corpse of some man of old, revived from
the grave to minister to his spells, and execute his commands.

Enough in the preceding conversation has transpired to convince the
reader, that the Hebrew, in whom he has already detected the Almamen of
the Alhambra, was of no character common to his tribe. Of a lineage that
shrouded itself in the darkness of his mysterious people, in their day
of power, and possessed of immense wealth, which threw into poverty the
resources of Gothic princes,--the youth of that remarkable man had been
spent, not in traffic and merchandise but travel and study.

As a child, his home had been in Granada. He had seen his father
butchered by the late king, Muley Abul Hassan, without other crime than
his reputed riches; and his body literally cut open, to search for the
jewels it was supposed he had swallowed. He saw, and, boy as he was he
vowed revenge. A distant kinsman bore the orphan to lands more secure
from persecution; and the art with which the Jews concealed their
wealth, scattering it over various cities, had secured to Almamen the
treasures the tyrant of Granada had failed to grasp.

He had visited the greater part of the world then known; and resided for
many years at the court of the sultan of that hoary Egypt, which still
retained its fame for abstruse science and magic lore. He had not in
vain applied himself to such tempting and wild researches; and had
acquired many of those secrets now perhaps lost for ever to the
world. We do not mean to intimate that he attained to what legend and
superstition impose upon our faith as the art of sorcery. He could
neither command the elements nor pierce the veil of the future-scatter
armies with a word, nor pass from spot to spot by the utterance of
a charmed formula. But men who, for ages, had passed their lives in
attempting all the effects that can astonish and awe the vulgar, could
not but learn some secrets which all the more sober wisdom of modern
times would search ineffectually to solve or to revive. And many of
such arts, acquired mechanically (their invention often the work of a
chemical accident), those who attained to them could not always explain,
not account for the phenomena they created, so that the mightiness of
their own deceptions deceived themselves; and they often believed they
were the masters of the Nature to which they were, in reality, but
erratic and wild disciples. Of such was the student in that grim cavern.
He was, in some measure, the dupe, partly of his own bewildered wisdom,
partly of the fervour of an imagination exceedingly high-wrought and
enthusiastic. His own gorgeous vanity intoxicated him: and, if it be an
historical truth that the kings of the ancient world, blinded by their
own power, had moments in which they believed themselves more than
men, it is not incredible that sages, elevated even above kings, should
conceive a frenzy as weak, or, it may be, as sublime: and imagine that
they did not claim in vain the awful dignity with which the faith of the
multitude invested their faculties and gifts.

But, though the accident of birth, which excluded him from all field for
energy and ambition, had thus directed the powerful mind of Almamen to
contemplation and study, nature had never intended passions so fierce
for the calm, though visionary, pursuits to which he was addicted.
Amidst scrolls and seers, he had pined for action and glory; and,
baffled in all wholesome egress, by the universal exclusion which, in
every land, and from every faith, met the religion he belonged to, the
faculties within him ran riot, producing gigantic but baseless schemes,
which, as one after the other crumbled away, left behind feelings of
dark misanthropy and intense revenge.

Perhaps, had his religion been prosperous and powerful, he might have
been a sceptic; persecution and affliction made him a fanatic. Yet, true
to that prominent characteristic of the old Hebrew race, which made them
look to a Messiah only as a warrior and a prince, and which taught them
to associate all their hopes and schemes with worldly victories and
power, Almamen desired rather to advance, than to obey, his religion. He
cared little for its precepts, he thought little of its doctrines; but,
night and day, he revolved his schemes for its earthly restoration and
triumph.

At that time, the Moors in Spain were far more deadly persecutors of the
Jews than the Christians were. Amidst the Spanish cities on the
coast, that merchant tribe had formed commercial connections with
the Christians, sufficiently beneficial, both to individuals and to
communities, to obtain for them, not only toleration, but something of
personal friendship, wherever men bought and sold in the market-place.
And the gloomy fanaticism which afterwards stained the fame of the great
Ferdinand, and introduced the horrors of the Inquisition, had not yet
made it self more than fitfully visible. But the Moors had treated this
unhappy people with a wholesale and relentless barbarity. At Granada,
under the reign of the fierce father of Boabdil,--"that king with the
tiger heart,"--the Jews had been literally placed without the pale of
humanity; and even under the mild and contemplative Boabdil himself,
they had been plundered without mercy, and, if suspected of secreting
their treasures, massacred without scruple; the wants of the state
continued their unrelenting accusers,--their wealth, their inexpiable
crime.

It was in the midst of these barbarities that Almamen, for the first
time since the day when the death-shriek of his agonised father rang in
his ears, suddenly returned to Granada. He saw the unmitigated miseries
of his brethern, and he remembered and repeated his vow. His name
changed, his kindred dead, none remembered, in the mature Almamen, the
beardless child of Issachar, the Jew. He had long, indeed, deemed it
advisable to disguise his faith; and was known, throughout the African
kingdoms, but as the potent santon, or the wise magician.

This fame soon lifted him, in Granada, high in the councils of the
court. Admitted to the intimacy of Muley Hassan, with Boabdil, and the
queen mother, he had conspired against that monarch; and had lived,
at least, to avenge his father upon the royal murderer. He was no less
intimate with Boabdil; but steeled against fellowship or affection for
all men out of the pale of his faith, he saw in the confidence of the
king only the blindness of a victim.

Serpent as he was, he cared not through what mire of treachery and fraud
he trailed his baleful folds, so that, at last, he could spring upon
his prey. Nature had given him sagacity and strength. The curse of
circumstance had humbled, but reconciled him to the dust. He had the
crawl of the reptile,--he had, also, its poison and its fangs.




CHAPTER VI. THE LION IN THE NET

IT was the next night, not long before daybreak, that the King of
Granada abruptly summoned to his council Jusef, his vizier. The old man
found Boabdil in great disorder and excitement; but he almost deemed
his sovereign mad, when he received from him the order to seize upon the
person of Muza Ben Abil Gazan, and to lodge him in the strongest dungeon
of the Vermilion Tower. Presuming upon Boabdil's natural mildness, the
vizier ventured to remonstrate,--to suggest the danger of laying violent
hands upon a chief so beloved,--and to inquire what cause should be
assigned for the outrage.

The veins swelled like cords upon Boabdil's brow, as he listened to the
vizier; and his answer was short and peremptory.

"Am I yet a king, that I should fear a subject, or excuse my will? Thou
hast my orders; there are my signet and the firman: obedience or the
bow-string!"

Never before had Boabdil so resembled his dread father in speech and
air; the vizier trembled to the soles of his feet, and withdrew in
silence. Boabdil watched him depart; and then, clasping his hands in
great emotion, exclaimed, "O lips of the dead! ye have warned me; and to
you I sacrifice the friend of my youth."

On quitting Boabdil the vizier, taking with him some of those foreign
slaves of a seraglio, who know no sympathy with human passion outside
its walls, bent his way to the palace of Muza, sorely puzzled and
perplexed. He did not, however, like to venture upon the hazard of the
alarm it might occasion throughout the neighbourhood, if he endeavoured,
at so unseasonable an hour, to force an entrance. He resolved, rather,
with his train to wait at a little distance, till, with the growing
dawn, the gates should be unclosed, and the inmates of the palace astir.

Accordingly, cursing his stars, and wondering at his mission, Jusef, and
his silent and ominous attendants, concealed themselves in a small copse
adjoining the palace, until the daylight fairly broke over the awakened
city. He then passed into the palace; and was conducted to a hall, where
he found the renowned Moslem already astir, and conferring with some
Zegri captains upon the tactics of a sortie designed for that day.

It was with so evident a reluctance and apprehension that Jusef
approached the prince, that the fierce and quick-sighted Zegris
instantly suspected some evil intention in his visit; and when Muza, in
surprise, yielded to the prayer of the vizier for a private audience,
it was with scowling brows and sparkling eyes that the Moorish warriors
left the darling of the nobles alone with the messenger of their king.

"By the tomb of the prophet!" said one of the Zegris, as he quitted the
hall, "the timid Boabdil suspects our Ben Abil Gazan. I learned of this
before."

"Hush!" said another of the band; "let us watch. If the king touch a
hair of Muza's head, Allah have mercy on his sins!"

Meanwhile, the vizier, in silence, showed to Muza the firman and the
signet; and then, without venturing to announce the place to which he
was commissioned to conduct the prince, besought him to follow at once.
Muza changed colour, but not with fear.

"Alas!" said he, in a tone of deep sorrow, "can it be that I have fallen
under my royal kinsman's suspicion or displeasure? But no matter; proud
to set to Granada an example of valour in her defence, be it mine to
set, also, an example of obedience to her king. Go on--I will follow
thee. Yet stay, you will have no need of guards; let us depart by a
private egress: the Zegris might misgive, did they see me leave
the palace with you at the very time the army are assembling in the
Vivarrambla, and awaiting my presence. This way."

Thus saying, Muza, who, fierce as he was, obeyed every impulse that the
oriental loyalty dictated from a subject to a king, passed from the hall
to a small door that admitted into the garden, and in thoughtful silence
accompanied the vizier towards the Alhambra. As they passed the copse in
which Muza, two nights before, had met with Almamen, the Moor, lifting
his head suddenly, beheld fixed upon him the dark eyes of the magician,
as he emerged from the trees. Muza thought there was in those eyes a
malign and hostile exultation; but Almamen, gravely saluting him, passed
on through the grove: the prince did not deign to look back, or he might
once more have encountered that withering gaze.

"Proud heathen!" muttered Almamen to himself, "thy father filled his
treasuries from the gold of many a tortured Hebrew; and even thou, too
haughty to be the miser, hast been savage enough to play the bigot. Thy
name is a curse in Israel; yet dost thou lust after the daughter of our
despised race, and, could defeated passion sting thee, I were avenged.
Ay, sweep on, with thy stately step and lofty crest-thou goest to
chains, perhaps to death."

As Almamen thus vented his bitter spirit, the last gleam of the white
robes of Muza vanished from his gaze. He paused a moment, turned away
abruptly, and said, half aloud, "Vengeance, not on one man only, but a
whole race! Now for the Nazarene."





BOOK. II.




CHAPTER I. THE ROYAL TENT OF SPAIN.--THE KING AND THE DOMINICAN--THE VISITOR AND
THE HOSTAGE.

Our narrative now summons us to the Christian army, and to the tent
in which the Spanish king held nocturnal counsel with some of his more
confidential warriors and advisers. Ferdinand had taken the field with
all the pomp and circumstance of a tournament rather than of a campaign;
and his pavilion literally blazed with purple and cloth of gold.

The king sat at the head of a table on which were scattered maps and
papers; nor in countenance and mien did that great and politic monarch
seem unworthy of the brilliant chivalry by which he was surrounded. His
black hair, richly perfumed and anointed, fell in long locks on either
side of a high imperial brow, upon whose calm, though not unfurrowed
surface, the physiognomist would in vain have sought to read the
inscrutable heart of kings. His features were regular and majestic: and
his mantle, clasped with a single jewel of rare price and lustre, and
wrought at the breast with a silver cross, waved over a vigorous and
manly frame, which derived from the composed and tranquil dignity of
habitual command that imposing effect which many of the renowned
knights and heroes in his presence took from loftier stature and ampler
proportions. At his right hand sat Prince Juan, his son, in the first
bloom of youth; at his left, the celebrated Rodrigo Ponce de Leon,
Marquess of Cadiz; along the table, in the order of their military rank,
were seen the splendid Duke of Medina Sidonia, equally noble in aspect
and in name; the worn and thoughtful countenance of the Marquess de
Villena (the Bayard of Spain); the melancholy brow of the heroic Alonzo
de Aguilar; and the gigantic frame, the animated features, and sparkling
eyes, of that fiery Hernando del Pulgar, surnamed "the knight of the
exploits."

"You see, senores," said the king, continuing an address, to which his
chiefs seemed to listen with reverential attention, "our best hope of
speedily gaining the city is rather in the dissensions of the Moors
than our own sacred arms. The walls are strong, the population still
numerous; and under Muza Ben Abil Gazan, the tactics of the hostile army
are, it must be owned, administered with such skill as to threaten very
formidable delays to the period of our conquest. Avoiding the hazard
of a fixed battle, the infidel cavalry harass our camp by perpetual
skirmishes; and in the mountain defiles our detachments cannot cope with
their light horse and treacherous ambuscades. It is true, that by
dint of time, by the complete devastation of the Vega, and by vigilant
prevention of convoys from the seatowns, we might starve the city into
yielding. But, alas! my lords, our enemies are scattered and numerous,
and Granada is not the only place before which the standard of Spain
should be unfurled. Thus situated, the lion does not disdain to serve
himself of the fox; and, fortunately, we have now in Granada an ally
that fights for us. I have actual knowledge of all that passes within
the Alhambra: the king yet remains in his palace, irresolute and
dreaming; and I trust that an intrigue by which his jealousies are
aroused against his general, Muza, may end either in the loss of that
able leader, or in the commotion of open rebellion or civil war. Treason
within Granada will open its gates to us."

"Sire," said Ponce de Leon, after a pause, "under your counsels, I no
more doubt of seeing our banner float above the Vermilion Towers, than I
doubt the rising of the sun over yonder hills; it matters little whether
we win by stratagem or force. But I need not say to your highness, that
we should carefully beware lest we be amused by inventions of the enemy,
and trust to conspiracies which may be but lying tales to blunt our
sabres, and paralyse our action."

"Bravely spoken, wise de Leon!" exclaimed Hernando del Pulgar, hotly:
"and against these infidels, aided by the cunning of the Evil One,
methinks our best wisdom lies in the sword-arm. Well says our old
Castilian proverb:

          'Curse them devoutly,
          Hammer them stoutly.'"

The king smiled slightly at the ardour of the favourite of his army, but
looked round for more deliberate counsel. "Sire," said Villena, "far be
it from us to inquire the grounds upon which your majesty builds
your hope of dissension among the foe; but, placing the most sanguine
confidence in a wisdom never to be deceived, it is clear that we should
relax no energy within our means, but fight while we plot, and seek to
conquer, while we do not neglect to undermine."

"You speak well, my Lord," said Ferdinand, thoughtfully; "and you
yourself shall head a strong detachment to-morrow, to lay waste
the Vega. Seek me two hours hence; the council for the present is
dissolved."

The knights rose, and withdrew with the usual grave and stately
ceremonies of respect, which Ferdinand observed to, and exacted from,
his court: the young prince remained.

"Son," said Ferdinand, when they were alone, "early and betimes should
the Infants of Spain be lessoned in the science of kingcraft. These
nobles are among the brightest jewels of the crown; but still it is
in the crown, and for the crown, that their light should sparkle.
Thou seest how hot, and fierce, and warlike, are the chiefs of
Spain--excellent virtues when manifested against our foes: but had we no
foes, Juan, such virtues might cause us exceeding trouble. By St.
Jago, I have founded a mighty monarchy! observe how it should be
maintained--by science, Juan, by science! and science is as far removed
from brute force as this sword from a crowbar. Thou seemest bewildered
and amazed, my son: thou hast heard that I seek to conquer Granada by
dissensions among the Moors; when Granada is conquered, remember that
the nobles themselves are at Granada. Ave Maria! blessed be the Holy
Mother, under whose eyes are the hearts of kings!" Ferdinand crossed
himself devoutly; and then, rising, drew aside a part of the drapery
of the pavilion, and called; in a low voice, the name of Perez. A grave
Spaniard, somewhat past the verge of middle age, appeared.

"Perez," said the king, reseating himself, "has the person we expected
from Granada yet arrived?"

"Sire, yes; accompanied by a maiden."

"He hath kept his word; admit them. Ha! holy father, thy visits are
always as balsam to the heart."

"Save you, my son!" returned a man in the robes of a Dominican friar,
who had entered suddenly and without ceremony by another part of the
tent, and who now seated himself with smileless composure at a little
distance from the king.

There was a dead silence for some moments; and Perez still lingered
within the tent, as if in doubt whether the entrance of the friar would
not prevent or delay obedience to the king's command. On the calm
face of Ferdinand himself appeared a slight shade of discomposure and
irresolution, when the monk thus resumed:

"My presence, my son, will not, I trust, disturb your conference with
the infidel--since you deem that worldly policy demands your parley with
the men of Belial."

"Doubtless not--doubtless not," returned the king, quickly: then,
muttering to himself, "how wondrously doth this holy man penetrate into
all our movements and designs!" he added, aloud, "Let the messenger
enter."

Perez bowed, and withdrew.

During this time, the young prince reclined in listless silence on his
seat; and on his delicate features was an expression of weariness which
augured but ill of his fitness for the stern business to which the
lessons of his wise father were intended to educate his mind. His,
indeed, was the age, and his the soul, for pleasure; the tumult of the
camp was to him but a holiday exhibition--the march of an army, the
exhilaration of a spectacle; the court as a banquet--the throne, the
best seat at the entertainment. The life of the heir-apparent, to the
life of the king possessive, is as the distinction between enchanting
hope and tiresome satiety.

The small grey eyes of the friar wandered over each of his royal
companions with a keen and penetrating glance, and then settled in the
aspect of humility on the rich carpets that bespread the floor; nor did
he again lift them till Perez, reappearing, admitted to the tent the
Israelite, Almamen, accompanied by a female figure, whose long veil,
extending from head to foot, could conceal neither the beautiful
proportions nor the trembling agitation, of her frame.

"When last, great king, I was admitted to thy presence," said Almamen,
"thou didst make question of the sincerity and faith of thy servant;
thou didst ask me for a surety of my faith; thou didst demand a hostage;
and didst refuse further parley without such pledge were yielded to
thee. Lo! I place under thy kingly care this maiden--the sole child of
my house--as surety of my truth; I intrust to thee a life dearer than my
own."

"You have kept faith with us, stranger," said the king, in that soft and
musical voice which well disguised his deep craft and his unrelenting
will; "and the maiden whom you intrust to our charge shall be ranked
with the ladies of our royal consort."

"Sire," replied Almamen, with touching earnestness, "you now hold the
power of life and death over all for whom this heart can breathe a
prayer or cherish a hope, save for my countrymen and my religion. This
solemn pledge between thee and me I render up without scruple, without
fear. To thee I give a hostage, from thee I have but a promise."

"But it is the promise of a king, a Christian, and a knight," said the
king, with dignity rather mild than arrogant; "among monarchs, what
hostage can be more sacred? Let this pass: how proceed affairs in the
rebel city?"

"May this maiden withdraw, ere I answer my lord the king?" said Almamen.

The young prince started to his feet. "Shall I conduct this new charge
to my mother?" he asked, in a low voice, addressing Ferdinand.

The king half smiled: "The holy father were a better guide," he
returned, in the same tone. But, though the Dominican heard the hint, he
retained his motionless posture; and Ferdinand, after a momentary gaze
on the friar, turned away. "Be it so, Juan," said he, with a look meant
to convey caution to the prince; "Perez shall accompany you to the
queen: return the moment your mission is fulfilled--we want your
presence."

While this conversation was carried on between the father and son,
the Hebrew was whispering, in his sacred tongue, words of comfort and
remonstrance to the maiden; but they appeared to have but little of the
desired effect; and, suddenly falling on his breast, she wound her
arms around the Hebrew, whose breast shook with strong emotions, and
exclaimed passionately, in the same language, "Oh, my father! what have
I done?--why send me from thee?--why intrust thy child to the stranger?
Spare me, spare me!"

"Child of my heart!" returned the Hebrew, with solemn but tender
accents, "even as Abraham offered up his son, must I offer thee, upon
the altars of our faith; but, O Leila! even as the angel of the Lord
forbade the offering, so shall thy youth be spared, and thy years
reserved for the glory of generations yet unborn. King of Spain!"
he continued in the Spanish tongue, suddenly and eagerly, "you are a
father, forgive my weakness, and speed this parting."

Juan approached; and with respectful courtesy attempted to take the hand
of the maiden.

"You?" said the Israelite, with a dark frown. "O king! the prince is
young."

"Honour knoweth no distinction of age," answered the king. "What ho,
Perez! accompany this maiden and the prince to the queen's pavilion."

The sight of the sober years and grave countenance of the attendant
seemed to re-assure the Hebrew. He strained Leila in his arms; printed a
kiss upon her forehead without removing her veil; and then, placing her
almost in the arms of Perez, turned away to the further end of the tent,
and concealed his face with his hands. The king appeared touched; but
the Dominican gazed upon the whole scene with a sour scowl.

Leila still paused for a moment; and then, as if recovering her
self-possession, said, aloud and distinctly,--"Man deserts me; but
I will not forget that God is over all." Shaking off the hand of the
Spaniard, she continued, "Lead on; I follow thee!" and left the tent
with a steady and even majestic step.

"And now," said the king, when alone with the Dominican and Almamen,
"how proceed our hopes?"

"Boabdil," replied the Israelite, "is aroused against both his army
and their leader, Muza; the king will not quit the Alhambra; and this
morning, ere I left the city, Muza himself was in the prisons of the
palace."

"How!" cried the king, starting from his seat.

"This is my work," pursued the Hebrew coldly. "It is these hands that
are shaping for Ferdinand of Spain the keys of Granada."

"And right kingly shall be your guerdon," said the Spanish monarch:
"meanwhile, accept this earnest of our favour." So saying, he took from
his breast a chain of massive gold, the links of which were curiously
inwrought with gems, and extended it to the Israelite. Almamen moved
not. A dark flush upon his countenance bespoke the feelings he with
difficulty restrained.

"I sell not my foes for gold, great king," said he, with a stern smile:
"I sell my foes to buy the ransom of my friends."

"Churlish!" said Ferdinand, offended: "but speak on, man, speak on!"

"If I place Granada, ere two weeks are past, within thy power, what
shall be my reward?"

"Thou didst talk to me, when last we met, of immunities to the Jews."

The calm Dominican looked up as the king spoke, crossed himself, and
resumed his attitude of humility.

"I demand for the people of Israel," returned Almamen, "free leave to
trade and abide within the city, and follow their callings, subjected
only to the same laws and the same imposts as the Christian population."

"The same laws, and the same imposts! Humph! there are difficulties in
the concession. If we refuse?"

"Our treaty is ended. Give me back the maiden--you will have no further
need of the hostage you demanded: I return to the city, and renew our
interviews no more."

Politic and cold-blooded as was the temperament of the great Ferdinand,
he had yet the imperious and haughty nature of a prosperous and
long-descended king; and he bit his lip in deep displeasure at the tone
of the dictatorial and stately stranger.

"Thou usest plain language, my friend," said he; "my words can be as
rudely spoken. Thou art in my power, and canst return not, save at my
permission."

"I have your royal word, sire, for free entrance and safe egress,"
answered Almamen. "Break it, and Granada is with the Moors till the
Darro runs red with the blood of her heroes, and her people strew the
vales as the leaves in autumn."

"Art thou then thyself of the Jewish faith?" asked the king. "If thou
art not, wherefore are the outcasts of the world so dear to thee?"

"My fathers were of that creed, royal Ferdinand; and if I myself desert
their creed, I do not desert their cause. O king! are my terms scorned
or accepted?"

"I accept them: provided, first, that thou obtainest the exile or death
of Muza; secondly, that within two weeks of this date thou bringest me,
along with the chief councillors of Granada, the written treaty of the
capitulation, and the keys of the city. Do this: and though the sole
king in Christendom who dares the hazard, I offer to the Israelites
throughout Andalusia the common laws and rights of citizens of Spain;
and to thee I will accord such dignity as may content thy ambition."

The Hebrew bowed reverently, and drew from his breast a scroll, which
he placed on the table before the king. "This writing, mighty Ferdinand,
contains the articles of our compact."

"How, knave! wouldst thou have us commit our royal signature to
conditions with such as thou art, to the chance of the public eye? The
king's word is the king's bond!"

The Hebrew took up the scroll with imperturbable composure, "My child!"
said he; "will your majesty summon back my child? we would depart."

"A sturdy mendicant this, by the Virgin!" muttered the king; and then,
speaking aloud, "Give me the paper, I will scan it."

Running his eyes hastily over the words, Ferdinand paused a moment, and
then drew towards him the implements of writing, signed the scroll, and
returned it to Almamen.

The Israelite kissed it thrice with oriental veneration, and replaced it
in his breast.

Ferdinand looked at him hard and curiously. He was a profound reader of
men's characters; but that of his guest baffled and perplexed him.

"And how, stranger," said he, gravely,--"how can I trust that man who
thus distrusts one king and sells another?"

"O king!" replied Almamen (accustomed from his youth to commune with and
command the possessors of thrones yet more absolute),--"O king! if thou
believest me actuated by personal and selfish interests in this our
compact, thou has but to make, my service minister to my interest, and
the lore of human nature will tell thee that thou hast won a ready and
submissive slave. But if thou thinkest I have avowed sentiments less
abject, and developed qualities higher than those of the mere bargainer
for sordid power, oughtest thou not to rejoice that chance has thrown
into thy way one whose intellect and faculties may be made thy tool? If
I betray another, that other is my deadly foe. Dost not thou, the lord
of armies, betray thine enemy? The Moor is an enemy bitterer to myself
than to thee. Because I betray an enemy, am I unworthy to serve a
friend? If I, a single man, and a stranger to the Moor, can yet command
the secrets of palaces, and render vain the counsels of armed men, have
I not in that attested that I am one of whom a wise king can make an
able servant?"

"Thou art a subtle reasoner, my friend," said Ferdinand, smiling gently.
"Peace go with thee! our conference for the time is ended. What ho,
Perez!" The attendant appeared.

"Thou hast left the maiden with the queen?"

"Sire, you have been obeyed."

"Conduct this stranger to the guard who led him through the camp. He
quits us under the same protection. Farewell! yet stay--thou art assured
that Muza Ben Abil Gazan is in the prisons of the Moor?"

"Yes."

"Blessed be the Virgin!"

"Thou hast heard our conference, Father Tomas?" said the king,
anxiously, when the Hebrew had withdrawn.

"I have, son."

"Did thy veins freeze with horror?"

"Only when my son signed the scroll. It seemed to me then that I saw the
cloven foot of the tempter."

"Tush, father, the tempter would have been more wise than to reckon upon
a faith which no ink and no parchment can render valid, if the Church
absolve the compact. Thou understandest me, father?"

"I do. I know your pious heart and well-judging mind."

"Thou wert right," resumed the king, musingly, "when thou didst tell
us that these caitiff Jews were waxing strong in the fatness of their
substance. They would have equal laws--the insolent blasphemers!"

"Son!" said the Dominican, with earnest adjuration, "God, who has
prospered your arms and councils, will require at your hands an account
of the power intrusted to you. Shall there be no difference between His
friends and His foes--His disciples and His crucifiers?"

"Priest," said the king, laying his hand on the monk's shoulder, and
with a saturnine smile upon his countenance, "were religion silent in
this matter, policy has a voice loud enough to make itself heard. The
Jews demand equal rights; when men demand equality with their masters,
treason is at work, and justice sharpens her sword. Equality! these
wealthy usurers! Sacred Virgin! they would be soon buying up our
kingdoms."

The Dominican gazed hard on the king. "Son, I trust thee," he said, in a
low voice, and glided from the tent.




CHAPTER II. THE AMBUSH, THE STRIFE, AND THE CAPTURE.

The dawn was slowly breaking over the wide valley of Granada, as Almamen
pursued his circuitous and solitary path back to the city. He was now in
a dark and entangled hollow, covered with brakes and bushes, from
amidst which tall forest trees rose in frequent intervals, gloomy and
breathless in the still morning air. As, emerging from this jungle, if
so it may be called, the towers of Granada gleamed upon him, a human
countenance peered from the shade; and Almamen started to see two dark
eyes fixed upon his own.

He halted abruptly, and put his hand on his dagger, when a low sharp
whistle from the apparition before him was answered around--behind; and,
ere he could draw breath, the Israelite was begirt by a group of Moors,
in the garb of peasants.

"Well, my masters," said Almamen, calmly, as he encountered the wild
savage countenances that glared upon him, "think you there is aught to
fear from the solitary santon?"

"It is the magician," whispered one man to his neighbour--"let him
pass."

"Nay," was the answer, "take him before the captain; we have orders to
seize upon all we meet."

This counsel prevailed; and gnashing his teeth with secret rage, Almamen
found himself hurried along by the peasants through the thickest part of
the copse. At length, the procession stopped in a semicircular patch of
rank sward, in which several head of cattle were quietly grazing, and a
yet more numerous troop of peasants reclined around upon the grass.

"Whom have we here?" asked a voice which startled back the dark blood
from Almamen's cheek; and a Moor of commanding presence rose from the
midst of his brethren. "By the beard of the prophet, it is the false
santon! What dost thou from Granada at this hour?"

"Noble Muza," returned Almamen--who, though indeed amazed that one whom
he had imagined his victim was thus unaccountably become his judge,
retained, at least, the semblance of composure--"my answer is to be
given only to my lord the king; it is his commands that I obey."

"Thou art aware," said Muza, frowning, "that thy life is forfeited
without appeal? Whatsoever inmate of Granada is found without the walls
between sunrise and sunset, dies the death of a traitor and deserter."

"The servants of the Alhambra are excepted," answered the Israelite,
without changing countenance.

"Ah!" muttered Muza, as a painful and sudden thought seemed to cross
him, "can it be possible that the rumour of the city has truth, and that
the monarch of Granada is in treaty with the foe?" He mused a little;
and then, motioning the Moors to withdraw, he continued aloud, "Almamen,
answer me truly: hast thou sought the Christian camp with any message
from the king?"

"I have not."

"Art thou without the walls on the mission of the king?"

"If I be so, I am a traitor to the king should I reveal his secret."

"I doubt thee much, santon," said Muza, after a pause; "I know thee for
my enemy, and I do believe thy counsels have poisoned the king's ear
against me, his people and his duties. But no matter, thy life is spared
a while; thou remainest with us, and with us shalt thou return to the
king."

"But, noble Muza----"

"I have said! Guard the santon; mount him upon one of our chargers; he
shall abide with us in our ambush." While Almamen chafed in vain at his
arrest, all in the Christian camp was yet still. At length, as the sun
began to lift himself above the mountains, first a murmur, and then a
din, betokened warlike preparations. Several parties of horse, under
gallant and experienced leaders, formed themselves in different
quarters, and departed in different ways, on expeditions of forage, or
in the hope of skirmish with the straggling detachments of the enemy. Of
these, the best equipped, was conducted by the Marquess de Villena, and
his gallant brother Don Alonzo de Pacheco. In this troop, too, rode many
of the best blood of Spain; for in that chivalric army, the officers
vied with each other who should most eclipse the meaner soldiery in
feats of personal valour; and the name of Villena drew around him
the eager and ardent spirits that pined at the general inactivity of
Ferdinand's politic campaign.

The sun, now high in heaven, glittered on the splendid arms and gorgeous
pennons of Villena's company, as, leaving the camp behind, it entered a
rich and wooded district that skirts the mountain barrier of the
Vega. The brilliancy of the day, the beauty of the scene, the hope and
excitement of enterprise, animated the spirits of the whole party.
In these expeditions strict discipline was often abandoned, from the
certainty that it could be resumed at need. Conversation, gay and loud,
interspersed at times with snatches of song, was heard amongst the
soldiery; and in the nobler group that rode with Villena, there was even
less of the proverbial gravity of Spaniards.

"Now, marquess," said Don Estevon de Suzon, "what wager shall be between
us as to which lance this day robs Moorish beauty of the greatest number
of its worshippers?"

"My falchion against your jennet," said Don Alonzo de Pacheco, taking up
the challenge.

"Agreed. But, talking of beauty, were you in the queen's pavilion last
night, noble marquess? it was enriched by a new maiden, whose strange
and sudden apparition none can account for. Her eyes would have eclipsed
the fatal glance of Cava; and had I been Rodrigo, I might have lost a
crown for her smile."

"Ay," said Villena, "I heard of her beauty; some hostage from one of the
traitor Moors, with whom the king (the saints bless him!) bargains for
the city. They tell me the prince incurred the queen's grave rebuke for
his attentions to the maiden."

"And this morning I saw that fearful Father Tomas steal into the
prince's tent. I wish Don Juan well through the lecture. The monk's
advice is like the algarroba;--[The algarroba is a sort of leguminous
plant common in Spain]--when it is laid up to dry it may be reasonably
wholesome, but it is harsh and bitter enough when taken fresh."

At this moment one of the subaltern officers rode up to the marquess,
and whispered in his ear.

"Ha!" said Villena, "the Virgin be praised! Sir knights, booty is at
hand. Silence! close the ranks." With that, mounting a little eminence,
and shading his eyes with his hand, the marquess surveyed the plain
below; and, at some distance, he beheld a horde of Moorish peasants
driving some cattle into a thick copse. The word was hastily given, the
troop dashed on, every voice was hushed, and the clatter of mail, and
the sound of hoofs, alone broke the delicious silence of the noon-day
landscape.

Ere they reached the copse, the peasants had disappeared within it. The
marquess marshalled his men in a semicircle round the trees, and sent
on a detachment to the rear, to cut off every egress from the wood. This
done the troop dashed within. For the first few yards the space was more
open than they had anticipated: but the ground soon grew uneven, rugged,
and almost precipitous, and the soil, and the interlaced trees, alike
forbade any rapid motion to the horse. Don Alonzo de Pacheco, mounted
on a charger whose agile and docile limbs had been tutored to every
description of warfare, and himself of light weight and incomparable
horsemanship--dashed on before the rest. The trees hid him for a moment;
when suddenly, a wild yell was heard, and as it ceased uprose the
solitary voice of the Spaniard, shouting, "_Santiago, y cierra_, Espana;
St. Jago, and charge, Spain!"

Each cavalier spurred forward; when suddenly, a shower of darts and
arrows rattled on their armour; and upsprung from bush and reeds, and
rocky clift, a number of Moors, and with wild shouts swarmed around the
Spaniards.

"Back for your lives!" cried Villena; "we are beset--make for the level
ground!"

He turned-spurred from the thicket, and saw the Paynim foe emerging
through the glen, line after line of man and horse; each Moor leading
his slight and fiery steed by the bridle, and leaping on it as he issued
from the wood into the plain. Cased in complete mail, his visor down,
his lance in its rest, Villena (accompanied by such of his knights as
could disentangle themselves from the Moorish foot) charged upon the
foe. A moment of fierce shock passed: on the ground lay many a Moor,
pierced through by the Christian lance; and on the other side of the foe
was heard the voice of Villena--"St. Jago to the rescue!" But the brave
marquess stood almost alone, save his faithful chamberlain, Solier.
Several of his knights were dismounted, and swarms of Moors, with lifted
knives, gathered round them as they lay, searching for the joints of the
armour, which might admit a mortal wound. Gradually, one by one, many of
Villena's comrades joined their leader, and now the green mantle of
Don Alonzo de Pacheco was seen waving without the copse, and Villena
congratulated himself on the safety of his brother. Just at that moment,
a Moorish cavalier spurred from his troop, and met Pacheco in full
career. The Moor was not clad, as was the common custom of the Paynim
nobles, in the heavy Christian armour. He wore the light flexile mail of
the ancient heroes of Araby or Fez. His turban, which was protected by
chains of the finest steel interwoven with the folds, was of the most
dazzling white--white, also, were his tunic and short mantle; on his
left arm hung a short circular shield, in his right hand was poised
a long and slender lance. As this Moor, mounted on a charger in whose
raven hue not a white hair could be detected, dashed forward against
Pacheco, both Christian and Moor breathed hard, and remained passive.
Either nation felt it as a sacrilege to thwart the encounter of
champions so renowned.

"God save my brave brother!" muttered Villena, anxiously. "Amen," said
those around him; for all who had ever witnessed the wildest valour in
that war, trembled as they recognised the dazzling robe and coal-black
charger of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. Nor was that renowned infidel mated with
an unworthy foe. "Pride of the tournament, and terror of the war," was
the favourite title which the knights and ladies of Castile had bestowed
on Don Alonzo de Pacheco.

When the Spaniard saw the redoubted Moor approach, he halted abruptly
for a moment, and then, wheeling his horse around, took a wider circuit,
to give additional impetus to his charge. The Moor, aware of his
purpose, halted also, and awaited the moment of his rush; when once
more he darted forward, and the combatants met with a skill which called
forth a cry of involuntary applause from the Christians themselves.
Muza received on the small surface of his shield the ponderous spear
of Alonzo, while his own light lance struck upon the helmet of the
Christian, and by the exactness of the aim rather than the weight of the
blow, made Alonzo reel in his saddle.

The lances were thrown aside--the long broad falchion of the Christian,
the curved Damascus cimiter of the Moor, gleamed in the air. They reined
their chargers opposite each other in grave and deliberate silence.

"Yield thee, sir knight!" at length cried the fierce Moor, "for the
motto on my cimiter declares that if thou meetest its stroke, thy
days are numbered. The sword of the believer is the Key of Heaven and
Hell."--[Such, says Sale, is the poetical phrase of the Mohammedan
divines.]

"False Paynim," answered Alonzo, in a voice that rung hollow through his
helmet, "a Christian knight is the equal of a Moorish army!"

Muza made no reply, but left the rein of his charger on his neck; the
noble animal understood the signal, and with a short impatient cry
rushed forward at full speed. Alonzo met the charge with his falchion
upraised, and his whole body covered with his shield; the Moor bent--the
Spaniards raised a shout--Muza seemed stricken from his horse. But the
blow of the heavy falchion had not touched him: and, seemingly without
an effort, the curved blade of his own cimiter, gliding by that part
of his antagonist's throat where the helmet joins the cuirass, passed
unresistingly and silently through the joints; and Alonzo fell at once,
and without a groan, from his horse--his armour, to all appearance,
unpenetrated, while the blood oozed slow and gurgling from a mortal
wound.

"Allah il Allah!" shouted Muza, as he joined his friends; "Lelilies!
Lelilies!" echoed the Moors; and ere the Christians recovered their
dismay, they were engaged hand to hand with their ferocious and swarming
foes. It was, indeed, fearful odds; and it was a marvel to the Spaniards
how the Moors had been enabled to harbour and conceal their numbers in
so small a space. Horse and foot alike beset the company of Villena,
already sadly reduced; and while the infantry, with desperate and savage
fierceness, thrust themselves under the very bellies of the chargers,
encountering both the hoofs of the steed and the deadly lance of the
rider, in the hope of finding a vulnerable place for the sharp Moorish
knife,--the horsemen, avoiding the stern grapple of the Spaniard
warriors, harrassed them by the shaft and lance,--now advancing, now
retreating, and performing, with incredible rapidity, the evolutions of
Oriental cavalry. But the life and soul of his party was the indomitable
Muza. With a rashness which seemed to the superstitious Spaniards like
the safety of a man protected by magic, he spurred his ominous
black barb into the very midst of the serried phalanx which Villena
endeavoured to form around him, breaking the order by his single charge,
and from time to time bringing to the dust some champion of the troop by
the noiseless and scarce-seen edge of his fatal cimiter.

Villena, in despair alike of fame and life, and gnawed with grief for
his brother's loss, at length resolved to put the last hope of the
battle on his single arm. He gave the signal for retreat; and to protect
his troop, remained himself, alone and motionless, on his horse, like
a statue of iron. Though not of large frame, he was esteemed the best
swordsman, next only to Hernando del Pulgar and Gonsalvo de Cordova, in
the army; practised alike in the heavy assault of the Christian warfare,
and the rapid and dexterous exercise of the Moorish cavalry. There
he remained, alone and grim--a lion at bay--while his troops slowly
retreated down the Vega, and their trumpets sounded loud signals of
distress, and demands for succour, to such of their companions as might
be within bearing. Villena's armour defied the shafts of the Moors; and
as one after one darted towards him, with whirling cimiter and momentary
assault, few escaped with impunity from an eye equally quick and a
weapon more than equally formidable. Suddenly, a cloud of dust swept
towards him; and Muza, a moment before at the further end of the field,
came glittering through that cloud, with his white robe waving and his
right arm bare. Villena recognised him, set his teeth hard, and putting
spurs to his charger, met the rush. Muza swerved aside, just as the
heavy falchion swung over his head, and by a back stroke of his own
cimiter, shore through the cuirass just above the hip-joint, and the
blood followed the blade. The brave cavaliers saw the danger of their
chief; three of their number darted forward, and came in time to
separate the combatants.

Muza stayed not to encounter the new reinforcement; but speeding across
the plain, was soon seen rallying his own scattered cavalry, and
pouring them down, in one general body, upon the scanty remnant of the
Spaniards.

"Our day is come!" said the good knight Villena, with bitter
resignation. "Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our
lives--an example how Spanish warriors should live and die. May God and
the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!"

Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened
senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs.

"We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups. While
he spoke, the dashing stream of the Moorish horse broke over the little
band; and Estevon beheld bent upon himself the dark eyes and quivering
lip of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. That noble knight had never, perhaps, till
then known fear; but he felt his heart stand still, as he now stood
opposed to that irresistible foe.

"The dark fiend guides his blade!" thought De Suzon; "but I was shriven
but yestermorn." The thought restored his wonted courage; and he spurred
on to meet the cimiter of the Moor.

His assault took Muza by surprise. The Moor's horse stumbled over the
ground, cumbered with the dead and slippery with blood, and his uplifted
cimiter could not do more than break the force of the gigantic arm of De
Suzon; as the knight's falchion bearing down the cimiter, and alighting
on the turban of the Mohammedan, clove midway through its folds,
arrested only by the admirable temper of the links of steel which
protected it. The shock hurled the Moor to the ground. He rolled under
the saddle-girths of his antagonist.

"Victory and St. Jago!" cried the knight, "Muza is--"

The sentence was left eternally unfinished. The blade of the fallen Moor
had already pierced De Suzoii's horse through a mortal but undefended
part. It fell, bearing his rider with him. A moment, and the two
champions lay together grappling in the dust; in the next, the short
knife which the Moor wore in his girdle had penetrated the Christian's
visor, passing through the brain.

To remount his steed, that remained at band, humbled and motionless,
to appear again amongst the thickest of the fray, was a work no less
rapidly accomplished than had been the slaughter of the unhappy Estevon
de Suzon. But now the fortune of the day was stopped in a progress
hitherto so triumphant to the Moors.

Pricking fast over the plain were seen the glittering horsemen of the
Christian reinforcements; and, at the remoter distance, the royal banner
of Spain, indistinctly descried through volumes of dust, denoted that
Ferdinand himself was advancing to the support of his cavaliers.

The Moors, however, who had themselves received many and mysterious
reinforcements, which seemed to spring up like magic from the bosom of
the earth--so suddenly and unexpectedly had they emerged from copse
and cleft in that mountainous and entangled neighbourhood--were not
unprepared for a fresh foe. At the command of the vigilant Muza, they
drew off, fell into order, and, seizing, while yet there was time, the
vantage-ground which inequalities of the soil and the shelter of the
trees gave to their darts and agile horse, they presented an array which
Ponce de Leon himself, who now arrived, deemed it more prudent not to
assault. While Villena, in accents almost inarticulate with rage, was
urging the Marquess of Cadiz to advance, Ferdinand, surrounded by the
flower of his court, arrived at the rear of the troops and after a few
words interchanged with Ponce de Leon, gave the signal to retreat.

When the Moors beheld that noble soldiery slowly breaking ground, and
retiring towards the camp, even Muza could not control their ardour.
They rushed forward, harassing the retreat of the Christians, and
delaying the battle by various skirmishes.

It was at this time that the headlong valour of Hernando del Pulgar, who
had arrived with Ponce de Leon, distinguished itself in feats which yet
live in the songs of Spain. Mounted upon an immense steed, and himself
of colossal strength, he was seen charging alone upon the assailants,
and scattering numbers to the ground with the sweep of his enormous
two-handed falchion. With a loud voice, he called on Muza to oppose him;
but the Moor, fatigued with slaughter, and scarcely recovered from the
shock of his encounter with De Suzon, reserved so formidable a foe for a
future contest.

It was at this juncture, while the field was covered with straggling
skirmishers, that a small party of Spaniards, in cutting their way to
the main body of their countrymen through one of the numerous copses
held by the enemy, fell in at the outskirt with an equal number of
Moors, and engaged them in a desperate conflict, hand to hand. Amidst
the infidels was one man who took no part in the affray: at a little
distance, he gazed for a few moments upon the fierce and relentless
slaughter of Moor and Christian with a smile of stern and complacent
delight; and then taking advantage of the general confusion, rode
gently, and, as he hoped, unobserved, away from the scene. But he was
not destined so quietly to escape. A Spaniard perceived him, and, from
something strange and unusual in his garb, judged him one of the Moorish
leaders; and presently Almamen, for it was he, beheld before him the
uplifted falchion of a foe neither disposed to give quarter nor to
hear parley. Brave though the Israelite was, many reasons concurred to
prevent his taking a personal part against the soldier of Spain; and
seeing he should have no chance of explanation, he fairly puts spurs to
his horse, and galloped across the plain. The Spaniard followed, gained
upon him, and Almamen at length turned, in despair and the wrath of his
haughty nature.

"Have thy will, fool!" said he, between his grinded teeth, as he griped
his dagger and prepared for the conflict. It was long and obstinate, for
the Spaniard was skilful; and the Hebrew wearing no mail, and without
any weapon more formidable than a sharp and well-tempered dagger, was
forced to act cautiously on the defensive. At length the combatants
grappled, and, by a dexterous thrust, the short blade of Almamen pierced
the throat of his antagonist, who fell prostrate to the ground.

"I am safe," he thought, as he wheeled round his horse; when lo!
the Spaniards he had just left behind, and who had now routed their
antagonists, were upon him.

"Yield, or die!" cried the leader of the troop.

Almamen glared round; no succour was at hand. "I am not your enemy,"
said he, sullenly, throwing down his weapon--"bear me to your camp."

A trooper seized his rein, and, scouring along, the Spaniards soon
reached the retreating army.

Meanwhile the evening darkened, the shout and the roar grew gradually
less loud and loud---the battle had ceased--the stragglers had joined
their several standards and, by the light of the first star, the
Moorish force, bearing their wounded brethren, and elated with success,
re-entered the gates of Granada, as the black charger of the hero of
the day, closing the rear of the cavalry, disappeared within the gloomy
portals.




CHAPTER III. THE HERO IN THE POWER OF THE DREAMER.

It was in the same chamber, and nearly at the same hour, in which
we first presented to the reader Boabdil el Chico, that we are again
admitted to the presence of that ill-starred monarch. He was not alone.
His favourite slave, Amine, reclined upon the ottomans, gazing with
anxious love upon his thoughtful countenance, as he leant against the
glittering wall by the side of the casement, gazing abstractedly on the
scene below.

From afar he heard the shouts of the populace at the return of Muza, and
bursts of artillery confirmed the tidings of triumph which had already
been borne to his ear.

"May the king live for ever!" said Amine, timidly; "his armies have gone
forth to conquer."

"But without their king," replied Boabdil, bitterly, "and headed by a
traitor and a foe. I am meshed in the nets of an inextricable fate!"

"Oh!" said the slave, with sudden energy, as, clasping her hands, she
rose from her couch,--"oh, my lord, would that these humble lips dared
utter other words than those of love!"

"And what wise counsel would they give me?" asked Boabdil with a faint
smile. "Speak on."

"I will obey thee, then, even if it displease," cried Amine; and
she rose, her cheek glowing, her eyes spark ling, her beautiful form
dilated. "I am a daughter of Granada; I am the beloved of a king; I will
be true to my birth and to my fortunes. Boabdil el Chico, the last of
a line of heroes, shake off these gloomy fantasies--these doubts and
dreams that smother the fire of a great nature and a kingly soul!
Awake--arise--rob Granada of her Muza--be thyself her Muza! Trustest
thou to magic and to spells? then grave them on they breastplate, write
them on thy sword, and live no longer the Dreamer of the Alhambra;
become the saviour of thy people!"

Boabdil turned, and gazed on the inspired and beautiful form before him
with mingled emotions of surprise and shame. "Out of the mouth of woman
cometh my rebuke!" said he sadly. "It is well!"

"Pardon me, pardon me!" said the slave, falling humbly at his knees;
"but blame me not that I would have thee worthy of thyself. Wert thou
not happier, was not thy heart more light and thy hope more strong when,
at the head of thine armies, thine own cimiter slew thine own foes, and
the terror of the Hero-king spread, in flame and slaughter, from the
mountains to the seas. Boabdil! dear as thou art to me-equally as I
would have loved thee hadst thou been born a lowly fisherman of the
Darro, since thou art a king, I would have thee die a king; even if my
own heart broke as I armed thee for thy latest battle!"

"Thou knowest not what thou sayest, Amine," said Boabdil, "nor canst
thou tell what spirits that are not of earth dictate to the actions and
watch over the destinies, of the rulers of nations. If I delay, if I
linger, it is not from terror, but from wisdom. The cloud must gather
on, dark and slow, ere the moment for the thunderbolt arrives."

"On thine own house will the thunderbolt fall, since over thine own
house thou sufferest the cloud to gather," said a calm and stern voice.

Boabdil started; and in the chamber stood a third person, in the shape
of a woman, past middle age, and of commanding port and stature. Upon
her long-descending robes of embroidered purple were thickly woven
jewels of royal price, and her dark hair, slightly tinged with grey,
parted over a majestic brow while a small diadem surmounted the folds of
the turban.

"My mother!" said Boabdil, with some haughty reserve in his tone; "your
presence is unexpected."

"Ay," answered Ayxa la Horra, for it was indeed that celebrated, and
haughty, and high-souled queen, "and unwelcome; so is ever that of your
true friends. But not thus unwelcome was the presence of your mother,
when her brain and her hand delivered you from the dungeon in which your
stern father had cast your youth, and the dagger and the bowl seemed the
only keys that would unlock the cell."

"And better hadst thou left the ill-omened son that thy womb conceived,
to die thus in youth, honoured and lamented, than to live to manhood,
wrestling against an evil star and a relentless fate."

"Son," said the queen, gazing upon him with lofty and half disdainful
compassion, "men's conduct shapes out their own fortunes, and the
unlucky are never the valiant and the wise."

"Madam," said Boabdil, colouring with passion, "I am still a king, nor
will I be thus bearded--withdraw!"

Ere the queen could reply, a eunuch entered, and whispered Boabdil.

"Ha!" said he, joyfully, stamping his foot, "comes he then to brave the
lion in his den? Let the rebel look to it. Is he alone?"

"Alone, great king."

"Bid my guards wait without; let the slightest signal summon them.
Amine, retire! Madam--"

"Son!" interrupted Ayxa la Horra in visible agitation, "do I guess
aright? is the brave Muza--the sole bulwark and hope of Granada--whom
unjustly thou wouldst last night have placed in chains--(chains! Great
Prophet! is it thus a king should reward his heroes)--is, I say, Muza
here? and wilt thou make him the victim of his own generous trust?"

"Retire, woman?" said Boabdil, sullenly.

"I will not, save by force! I resisted a fiercer soul than thine when I
saved thee from thy father."

"Remain, then, if thou wilt, and learn how kings can punish traitors.
Mesnour, admit the hero of Granada." Amine had vanished. Boabdil seated
himself on the cushions his face calm but pale. The queen stood erect
at a little distance, her arms folded on her breast, and her aspect knit
and resolute. In a few moments Muza entered alone. He approached the
king with the profound salutation of oriental obeisance; and then stood
before him with downcast eyes, in an attitude from which respect could
not divorce a natural dignity and pride of mien.

"Prince," said Boabdil, after a moment's pause, "yestermorn, when I
sent for thee thou didst brave my orders. Even in mine own Alhambra thy
minions broke out in mutiny; they surrounded the fortress in which thou
wert to wait my pleasure; they intercepted, they insulted, they drove
back my guards; they stormed the towers protected by the banner of
thy king. The governor, a coward or a traitor, rendered thee to the
rebellious crowd. Was this all? No, by the Prophet! Thou, by right my
captive, didst leave thy prison but to head mine armies. And this day,
the traitor subject--the secret foe--was the leader of a people who defy
a king. This night thou comest to me unsought. Thou feelest secure from
my just wrath, even in my palace. Thine insolence blinds and betrays
thee. Man, thou art in my power! Ho, there!"

As the king spoke, he rose; and, presently, the arcades at the back of
the pavilion were darkened by long lines of the Ethiopian guard, each of
height which, beside the slight Moorish race, appeared gigantic; stolid
and passionless machines, to execute, without thought, the bloodiest
or the slightest caprice of despotism. There they stood; their silver
breastplates and long earrings contrasting their dusky skins; and
bearing, over their shoulders, immense clubs studded with brazen nails.

A little advanced from the rest, stood the captain, with the fatal
bowstring hanging carelessly on his arm, and his eyes intent to catch
the slightest gesture of the king. "Behold!" said Boabdil to his
prisoner.

"I do; and am prepared for what I have foreseen." The queen grew pale,
but continued silent.

Muza resumed--

"Lord of the faithful!" said he, "if yestermorn I had acted otherwise,
it would have been to the ruin of thy throne and our common race. The
fierce Zegris suspected and learned my capture. They summoned the troops
they delivered me, it is true. At that time had I reasoned with them, it
would have been as drops upon a flame. They were bent on besieging thy
palace, perhaps upon demanding thy abdication. I could not stifle their
fury, but I could direct it. In the moment of passion, I led them from
rebellion against our common king to victory against our common foe.
That duty done, I come unscathed from the sword of the Christian to bare
my neck to the bowstring of my friend. Alone, untracked, unsuspected, I
have entered thy palace to prove to the sovereign of Granada, that
the defendant of his throne is not a rebel to his will. Now summon the
guards--I have done."

"Muza!" said Boabdil, in a softened voice, while he shaded his face with
his hand, "we played together as children, and I have loved thee well:
my kingdom even now, perchance, is passing from me, but I could almost
be reconciled to that loss, if I thought thy loyalty had not left me."

"Dost thou, in truth, suspect the faith of Muza Ben Abil Gazan?" said
the Moorish prince, in a tone of surprise and sorrow. "Unhappy king! I
deemed that my services, and not my defection, made my crime."

"Why do my people hate me? why do my armies menace?" said Boabdil,
evasively; "why should a subject possess that allegiance which a king
cannot obtain?"

"Because," replied Muza, boldly, "the king has delegated to a subject
the command he should himself assume. Oh, Boabdil!" he continued,
passionately--"friend of my boyhood, ere the evil days came upon
us,--gladly would I sink to rest beneath the dark waves of yonder river,
if thy arm and brain would fill up my place amongst the warriors of
Granada. And think not I say this only from our boyish love; think not
I have placed my life in thy hands only from that servile loyalty to a
single man, which the false chivalry of Christendom imposes as a sacred
creed upon its knights and nobles. But I speak and act but from one
principle--to save the religion of, my father and the land of my birth:
for this I have risked my life against the foe; for this I surrender my
life to the sovereign of my country. Granada may yet survive, if monarch
and people unite together. Granada is lost for ever, if her children, at
this fatal hour, are divided against themselves. If, then, I, O Boabdil!
am the true obstacle to thy league with thine own subjects, give me at
once to the bowstring, and my sole prayer shall be for the last remnant
of the Moorish name, and the last monarch of the Moorish dynasty."

"My son, my son! art thou convinced at last?" cried the queen,
struggling with her tears; for she was one who wept easily at heroic
sentiments, but never at the softer sorrows, or from the more womanly
emotions.

Boabdil lifted his head with a vain and momentary attempt at pride;
his eye glanced from his mother to his friend, and his better feelings
gushed upon him with irresistible force; he threw himself into Muza's
arms.

"Forgive me," he said, in broken accents, "forgive me! How could I have
wronged thee thus? Yes," he continued, as he started from the noble
breast on which for a moment he indulged no ungenerous weakness,--"yes,
prince, your example shames, but it fires me. Granada henceforth shall
have two chieftains; and if I be jealous of thee, it shall be from an
emulation thou canst not blame. Guards, retire. Mesnour! ho, Mesnour!
Proclaim at daybreak that I myself will review the troops in the
Vivarrambla. Yet"--and, as he spoke his voice faltered, and his brow
became overcast, "yet stay, seek me thyself at daybreak, and I will give
thee my commands."

"Oh, my son! why hesitate?" cried the queen, "why waver? Prosecute thine
own kingly designs, and--"

"Hush, madam," said Boabdil, regaining his customary cold composure;
"and since you are now satisfied with your son, leave me alone with
Muza."

The queen sighed heavily; but there was something in the calm of Boabdil
which chilled and awed her more than his bursts of passion. She drew her
veil around her, and passed slowly and reluctantly from the chamber.

"Muza," said Boabdil, when alone with the prince, and fixing his large
and thoughtful eyes upon the dark orbs of his companion,--"when, in
our younger days, we conversed together, do you remember how often that
converse turned upon those solemn and mysterious themes to which the
sages of our ancestral land directed their deepest lore; the enigmas
of the stars--the science of fate--the wild searches into the
clouded future, which hides the destines of nations and of men? Thou
rememberest, Muza, that to such studies mine own vicissitudes and
sorrows, even in childhood--the strange fortunes which gave me in my
cradle the epithet of El Zogoybi--the ominous predictions of santons
and astrologers as to the trials of my earthly fate,--all contributed to
incline my soul. Thou didst not despise those earnest musings, nor our
ancestral lore, though, unlike me, ever more inclined to action than
to contemplation, that which thou mightest believe had little influence
upon what thou didst design. With me it hath been otherwise; every event
of life hath conspired to feed my early prepossessions; and, in this
awful crisis of my fate, I have placed myself and my throne rather under
the guardianship of spirits than of men. This alone has reconciled me to
inaction--to the torpor of the Alhambra--to the mutinies of my people.
I have smiled, when foes surround and friends deserted me, secure of
the aid at last--if I bided but the fortunate hour--of the charms of
protecting spirits, and the swords of the invisible creation. Thou
wonderest what this should lead to. Listen! Two nights since (and the
king shuddered) I was with the dead! My father appeared before me--not
as I knew him in life--gaunt and terrible, full of the vigour of health,
and the strength of kingly empire, and of fierce passion--but wan, calm,
shadowy. From lips on which Azrael had set his livid seal, he bade me
beware of thee!"

The king ceased suddenly; and sought to read on the face of Muza the
effect his words produced. But the proud and swarthy features of the
Moor evinced no pang of conscience; a slight smile of pity might have
crossed his lip for a moment, but it vanished ere the king could detect
it. Boabdil continued:

"Under the influence of this warning, I issued the order for thy arrest.
Let this pass--I resume my tale. I attempted to throw myself at the
spectre's feet--it glided from me, motionless and impalpable. I asked
the Dead One if he forgave his unhappy son the sin of rebellion alas!
too well requited even upon earth. And the voice again came forth, and
bade me keep the crown that I had gained, as the sole atonement for the
past. Then again I asked, whether the hour for action had arrived! and
the spectre, while it faded gradually into air, answered, 'No!' 'Oh!'
I exclaimed, 'ere thou leavest me, be one sign accorded me, that I have
not dreamt this vision; and give me, I pray thee, note and warning,
when the evil star of Boabdil shall withhold its influence, and he may
strike, without resistance from the Powers above, for his glory and his
throne.' 'The sign and the warning are bequeathed thee,' answered the
ghostly image. It vanished,--thick darkness fell around; and, when once
more the light of the lamps we bore became visible, behold there stood
before me a skeleton, in the regal robe of the kings of Granada, and
on its grisly head was the imperial diadem. With one hand raised, it
pointed to the opposite wall, wherein burned, like an orb of gloomy
fire, a broad dial-plate, on which were graven these words, BEWARE--FEAR
NOT--ARM! The finger of the dial moved rapidly round, and rested at the
word beware. From that hour to the one in which I last beheld it, it
hath not moved. Muza, the tale is done; wilt thou visit with me this
enchanted chamber, and see if the hour be come?"

"Commander of the faithful," said Muza, "the story is dread and awful.
But pardon thy friend--wert thou alone, or was the santon Almamen thy
companion?"

"Why the question?" said Boabdil, evasively, and slightly colouring.

"I fear his truth," answered Muza; "the Christian king conquers more
foes by craft than force; and his spies are more deadly than his
warriors. Wherefore this caution against me, but (pardon me) for thine
own undoing? Were I a traitor, could Ferdinand himself have endangered
thy crown so imminently as the revenge of the leader of thine own
armies? Why, too, this desire to keep thee inactive? For the brave every
hour hath its chances; but, for us, every hour increases our peril. If
we seize not the present time,--our supplies are cut off,--and famine is
a foe all our valour cannot resist. This dervise--who is he? a stranger,
not of our race and blood. But this morning I found him without the
walls, not far from the Spaniard's camp."

"Ha!" cried the king, quickly, "and what said he?"

"Little, but in hints; sheltering himself, by loose hints, under thy
name."

"He! what dared he own?--Muza, what were those hints?"

The Moor here recounted the interview with Almamen, his detention, his
inactivity in the battle, and his subsequent capture by the Spaniards.
The king listened attentively, and regained his composure.

"It is a strange and awful man," said he after a pause. "Guards and
chains will not detain him. Ere long he will return. But thou, at least,
Muza, are henceforth free, alike from the suspicion of the living
and the warnings of the dead. No, my friend," continued Boabdil, with
generous warmth, "it is better to lose a crown, to lose life itself,
than confidence in a heart like thine. Come, let us inspect this magic
tablet; perchance--and how my heart bounds as I utter the hope!--the
hour may have arrived."




CHAPTER IV. A FULLER VIEW OF THE CHARACTER OF BOABDIL.--MUZA IN THE GARDENS OF HIS
BELOVED.

Muza Ben Abil Gazan returned from his visit to Boabdil with a thoughtful
and depressed spirit. His arguments had failed to induce the king to
disdain the command of the magic dial, which still forbade him to
arm against the invaders; and although the royal favour was no longer
withdrawn from himself, the Moor felt that such favour hung upon a
capricious and uncertain tenure so long as his sovereign was the slave
of superstition or imposture. But that noble warrior, whose character
the adversity of his country had singularly exalted and refined, even
while increasing its natural fierceness, thought little of himself in
comparison with the evils and misfortunes which the king's continued
irresolution must bring upon Granada.

"So brave, and yet so weak," thought he; "so weak, and yet so obstinate;
so wise a reasoner, yet so credulous a dupe! Unhappy Boabdil! the stars,
indeed, seem to fight against thee, and their influences at thy birth
marred all thy gifts and virtues with counteracting infirmity and
error."

Muza,--more perhaps than any subject in Granada,--did justice to the
real character of the king; but even he was unable to penetrate all its
complicated and latent mysteries. Boabdil el Chico was no ordinary man;
his affections were warm and generous, his nature calm and gentle; and,
though early power, and the painful experience of a mutinous people and
ungrateful court, had imparted to that nature an irascibility of temper
and a quickness of suspicion foreign to its earlier soil, he was easily
led back to generosity and justice; and, if warm in resentment, was
magnanimous in forgiveness. Deeply accomplished in all the learning
of his race and time, he was--in books, at least--a philosopher; and,
indeed, his attachment to the abstruser studies was one of the main
causes which unfitted him for his present station. But it was the
circumstances attendant on his birth and childhood that had perverted
his keen and graceful intellect to morbid indulgence in mystic
reveries, and all the doubt, fear, and irresolution of a man who pushes
metaphysics into the supernatural world. Dark prophecies accumulated
omens over his head; men united in considering him born to disastrous
destinies. Whenever he had sought to wrestle against hostile
circumstances, some seemingly accidental cause, sudden and unforeseen,
had blasted the labours of his most vigorous energy,--the fruit of his
most deliberate wisdom. Thus, by degrees a gloomy and despairing cloud
settled over his mind; but, secretly sceptical of the Mohammedan creed,
and too proud and sanguine to resign himself wholly and passively to the
doctrine of inevitable predestination, he sought to contend against
the machinations of hostile demons and boding stars, not by human but
spiritual agencies. Collecting around him the seers and magicians
of orient-fanaticism, he lived in the visions of another world; and,
flattered by the promises of impostors or dreamers, and deceived by his
own subtle and brooding tendencies of mind, it was amongst spells and
cabala that he thought to draw forth the mighty secret which was to free
him from the meshes of the preternatural enemies of his fortune, and
leave him the freedom of other men to wrestle, with equal chances,
against peril and adversities. It was thus, that Almamen had won the
mastery over his mind; and, though upon matters of common and earthly
import, or solid learning, Boabdil could contend with sages, upon those
of superstition he could be fooled by a child. He was, in this, a kind
of Hamlet: formed, under prosperous and serene fortunes, to render
blessings and reap renown; but over whom the chilling shadow of another
world had fallen--whose soul curdled back into itself--whose life had
been separated from that of the herd--whom doubts and awe drew back,
while circumstances impelled onward--whom a supernatural doom invested
with a peculiar philosophy, not of human effect and cause--and who, with
every gift that could ennoble and adorn, was suddenly palsied into that
mortal imbecility, which is almost ever the result of mortal visitings
into the haunted regions of the Ghostly and Unknown. The gloomier
colourings of his mind had been deepened, too, by secret remorse. For
the preservation of his own life, constantly threatened by his unnatural
predecessor, he had been early driven into rebellion against his father.
In age, infirmity, and blindness, that fierce king had been made a
prisoner at Salobrena by his brother, El Zagal, Boabdil's partner in
rebellion; and dying suddenly, El Zagal was suspected of his murder.
Though Boabdil was innocent of such a crime, he felt himself guilty
of the causes which led to it; and a dark memory, resting upon his
conscience, served to augment his superstition and enervate the vigour
of his resolves; for, of all things that make men dreamers, none is so
effectual as remorse operating upon a thoughtful temperament.

Revolving the character of his sovereign, and sadly foreboding the ruin
of his country, the young hero of Granada pursued his way, until his
steps, almost unconsciously, led him towards the abode of Leila. He
scaled the walls of the garden as before--he neared the house. All
was silent and deserted; his signal was unanswered--his murmured song
brought no grateful light to the lattice, no fairy footstep to the
balcony. Dejected, and sad of heart, he retired from the spot; and,
returning home, sought a couch, to which even all the fatigue and
excitement he had undergone, could not win the forgetfulness of slumber.
The mystery that wrapt the maiden of his homage, the rareness of their
interviews, and the wild and poetical romance that made a very principle
of the chivalry of the Spanish Moors, had imparted to Muza's love for
Leila a passionate depth, which, at this day, and in more enervated
climes, is unknown to the Mohammedan lover. His keenest inquiries had
been unable to pierce the secret of her birth and station. Little of the
inmates of that guarded and lonely house was known in the neighbourhood;
the only one ever seen without its walls was an old man of the Jewish
faith, supposed to be a superintendent of the foreign slaves (for no
Mohammedan slave would have been subjected to the insult of submission
to a Jew); and though there were rumours of the vast wealth and gorgeous
luxury within the mansion, it was supposed the abode of some Moorish
emir absent from the city--and the interest of the gossips was at this
time absorbed in more weighty matters than the affairs of a neighbour.
But when, the next eve, and the next, Muza returned to the spot equally
in vain, his impatience and alarm could no longer be restrained; he
resolved to lie in watch by the portals of the house night and day,
until, at least, he could discover some one of the inmates, whom he
could question of his love, and perhaps bribe to his service. As with
this resolution he was hovering round the mansion, he beheld, stealing
from a small door in one of the low wings of the house, a bended and
decrepit form: it supported its steps upon a staff; and, as now entering
the garden, it stooped by the side of a fountain to cull flowers and
herbs by the light of the moon, the Moor almost started to behold a
countenance which resembled that of some ghoul or vampire haunting the
places of the dead. He smiled at his own fear; and, with a quick and
stealthy pace, hastened through the trees, and, gaining the spot where
the old man bent, placed his hand on his shoulder ere his presence was
perceived.

Ximen--for it was he--looked round eagerly, and a faint cry of terror
broke from his lips.

"Hush!" said the Moor; "fear me not, I am a friend. Thou art old,
man--gold is ever welcome to the aged." As he spoke, he dropped several
broad pieces into the breast of the Jew, whose ghastly features gave
forth a yet more ghastly smile, as he received the gift, and mumbled
forth,

"Charitable young man! generous, benevolent, excellent young man!"

"Now then," said Muza, "tell me--you belong to this house--Leila, the
maiden within--tell me of her--is she well?"

"I trust so," returned the Jew; "I trust so, noble master."

"Trust so! know you not of her state?"

"Not I; for many nights I have not seen her, excellent sir," answered
Ximen; "she hath left Granada, she hath gone. You waste your time
and mar your precious health amidst these nightly dews: they are
unwholesome, very unwholesome at the time of the new moon."

"Gone!" echoed the Moor; "left Granada!--woe is me!--and
whither?--there, there, more gold for you,--old man, tell me whither?"

"Alas! I know not, most magnanimous young man; I am but a servant--I
know nothing."

"When will she return?"

"I cannot tell thee."

"Who is thy master? who owns yon mansion?"

Ximen's countenance fell; he looked round in doubt and fear, and then,
after a short pause, answered,--"A wealthy man, good sir--a Moor of
Africa; but he hath also gone; he but seldom visits us; Granada is not
so peaceful a residence as it was,--I would go too, if I could."

Muza released his hold of Ximen, who gazed at the Moor's working
countenance with a malignant smile--for Ximen hated all men.

"Thou hast done with me, young warrior? Pleasant dreams to thee under
the new moon--thou hadst best retire to thy bed. Farewell! bless thy
charity to the poor old man!"

Muza heard him not; he remained motionless for some moments; and then
with a heavy sigh as that of one who has gained the mastery of himself
after a bitter struggle, the said half aloud, "Allah be with thee,
Leila! Granada now is my only mistress."




CHAPTER V. BOABDIL'S RECONCILIATION WITH HIS PEOPLE.

Several days had elapsed without any encounter between Moor and
Christian; for Ferdinand's cold and sober policy, warned by the loss he
had sustained in the ambush of Muza, was now bent on preserving rigorous
restraint upon the fiery spirits he commanded. He forbade all parties of
skirmish, in which the Moors, indeed, had usually gained the advantage,
and contented himself with occupying all the passes through which
provisions could arrive at the besieged city. He commenced strong
fortifications around his camp; and, forbidding assault on the Moors,
defied it against himself.

Meanwhile, Almamen had not returned to Granada. No tidings of his fate
reached the king; and his prolonged disappearance began to produce
visible and salutary effect upon the long-dormant energies of Boabdil.
The counsels of Muza, the exhortations of the queen-mother, the
enthusiasm of his mistress, Amine, uncounteracted by the arts of the
magician, aroused the torpid lion of his nature. But still his army and
his subjects murmured against him; and his appearance in the Vivarrambla
might possibly be the signal of revolt. It was at this time that a
most fortunate circumstance at once restored to him the confidence and
affections of his people. His stern uncle, El Zagal--once a rival for
his crown, and whose daring valour, mature age, and military sagacity
had won him a powerful party within the city--had been, some months
since, conquered by Ferdinand; and, in yielding the possessions he held,
had been rewarded with a barren and dependent principality. His defeat,
far from benefiting Boabdil, had exasperated the Moors against their
king. "For," said they, almost with one voice, "the brave El Zagal never
would have succumbed had Boabdil properly supported his arms." And
it was the popular discontent and rage at El Zagal's defeat which had
indeed served Boabdil with a reasonable excuse for shutting himself
in the strong fortress of the Alhambra. It now happened that El Zagal,
whose dominant passion was hatred of his nephew, and whose fierce nature
chafed at its present cage, resolved in his old age to blast all his
former fame by a signal treason to his country. Forgetting everything
but revenge against his nephew, who he was resolved should share his own
ruin, he armed his subjects, crossed the country, and appeared at the
head of a gallant troop in the Spanish camp, an ally with Ferdinand
against Granada. When this was heard by the Moors, it is impossible
to conceive their indignant wrath: the crime of El Zagal produced an
instantaneous reaction in favour of Boabdil; the crowd surrounded the
Alhambra and with prayers and tears entreated the forgiveness of
the king. This event completed the conquest of Boabdil over his own
irresolution. He ordained an assembly of the whole army in the broad
space of the Vivarrambla: and when at break of day he appeared in full
armour in the square, with Muza at his right hand, himself in the flower
of youthful beauty, and proud to feel once more a hero and a king, the
joy of the people knew no limit; the air was rent with cries of "Long
live Boabdil el Chico!" and the young monarch, turning to Muza, with
his soul upon his brow exclaimed, "The hour has come--I am no longer El
Zogoybi!"




CHAPTER V. LEILA.--HER NEW LOVER.--PORTRAIT OF THE FIRST INQUISITOR OF SPAIN.--THE
CHALICE RETURNED TO THE LIPS OF ALMAMEN.

While thus the state of events within Granada, the course of our story
transports us back to the Christian camp. It was in one of a long line
of tents that skirted the pavilion of Isabel, and was appropriated to
the ladies attendant on the royal presence, that a young female sat
alone. The dusk of evening already gathered around, and only the
outline of her form and features was visible. But even that, imperfectly
seen,--the dejected attitude of the form, the drooping head, the hands
clasped upon the knees,--might have sufficed to denote the melancholy
nature of the reverie which the maid indulged.

"Ah," thought she, "to what danger am I exposed! If my father, if
my lover dreamed of the persecution to which their poor Leila is
abandoned!"

A few tears, large and bitter, broke from her eyes, and stole unheeded
down her cheek. At that moment, the deep and musical chime of a bell was
heard summoning the chiefs of the army to prayer; for Ferdinand invested
all his worldly schemes with a religious covering, and to his politic
war he sought to give the imposing character of a sacred crusade.

"That sound," thought she, sinking on her knees, "summons the Nazarenes
to the presence of their God. It reminds me, a captive by the waters of
Babylon, that God is ever with the friendless. Oh! succour and defend
me, Thou who didst look of old upon Ruth standing amidst the corn, and
didst watch over Thy chosen people in the hungry wilderness, and in the
stranger's land."

Wrapt in her mute and passionate devotions, Leila remained long in
her touching posture. The bell had ceased; all without was hushed and
still--when the drapery, stretched across the opening of the tent, was
lifted, and a young Spaniard, cloaked, from head to foot, in a long
mantle, stood within the space. He gazed in silence, upon the kneeling
maiden; nor was it until she rose that he made his presence audible.

"Ah, fairest!" said he, then, as he attempted to take her hand, "thou
wilt not answer my letters--see me, then, at thy feet. It is thou who
teachest me to kneel."

"You, prince." said Leila, agitated, and in great and evident fear. "Why
harass and insult me thus? Am I not sacred as a hostage and a charge?
and are name, honour, peace, and all that woman is taught to hold most
dear, to be thus robbed from me under the pretext of a love dishonouring
to thee and an insult to myself?"

"Sweet one," answered Don Juan, with a slight laugh, "thou hast learned,
within yonder walls, a creed of morals little known to Moorish maidens,
if fame belies them not. Suffer me to teach thee easier morality and
sounder logic. It is no dishonour to a Christian prince to adore beauty
like thine; it is no insult to a maiden hostage if the Infant of Spain
proffer her the homage of his heart. But we waste time. Spies, and
envious tongues, and vigilant eyes, are around us; and it is not often
that I can baffle them as I have done now. Fairest, hear me!" and this
time he succeeded in seizing the hand which vainly struggled against
his clasp. "Nay, why so coy? what can female heart desire that my love
cannot shower upon thine? Speak but the word, enchanting maiden, and I
will bear thee from these scenes unseemly to thy gentle eyes. Amidst
the pavilions of princes shalt thou repose; and, amidst gardens of the
orange and the rose, shalt thou listen to the vows of thine adorer.
Surely, in these arms thou wilt not pine for a barbarous home and a
fated city. And if thy pride, sweet maiden, deafen thee to the voice of
nature, learn that the haughtiest dames of Spain would bend, in envious
court, to the beloved of their future king. This night--listen to me--I
say, listen--this night I will bear thee hence! Be but mine, and no
matter, whether heretic or infidel, or whatever the priests style thee,
neither Church nor king shall tear thee from the bosom of thy lover."

"It is well spoken, son of the most Christian monarch!" said a deep
voice; and the Dominican, Tomas de Torquemada, stood before the prince.

Juan, as if struck by a thunderbolt, released his hold, and, staggering
back a few paces, seemed to cower, abashed and humbled, before the eye
of the priest, as it glared upon him through the gathering darkness.

"Prince," said the friar, after a pause, "not to thee will our holy
Church attribute this crime; thy pious heart hath been betrayed by
sorcery. Retire!"

"Father," said the prince,--in a tone into which, despite his awe of
that terrible man, THE FIRST GRAND INQUISITOR OF SPAIN, his libertine
spirit involuntarily forced itself, in a half latent raillery,--"sorcery
of eyes like those bewitched the wise son of a more pious sire than even
Ferdinand of Arragon."

"He blasphemes!" muttered the monk. "Prince, beware! you know not what
you do."

The prince lingered, and then, as if aware that he must yield, gathered
his cloak round him, and left the tent without reply.

Pale and trembling,--with fears no less felt, perhaps, though more vague
and perplexed, than those from which she had just been delivered,--Leila
stood before the monk.

"Be seated, daughter of the faithless," said Torquemada, "we would
converse with thee: and, as thou valuest--I say not thy soul, for, alas!
of that precious treasure thou art not conscious--but mark me, woman! as
thou prizest the safety of those delicate limbs, and that wanton beauty,
answer truly what I shall ask thee. The man who brought thee hither--is
he, in truth, thy father?"

"Alas!" answered Leila, almost fainting with terror at this rude and
menacing address, "he is, in truth, mine only parent."

"And his faith--his religion?"

"I have never beheld him pray."

"Hem! he never prays--a noticeable fact. But of what sect, what creed,
does he profess himself?"

"I cannot answer thee."

"Nay, there be means that may wring from thee an answer. Maiden, be
not so stubborn; speak! thinkest thou he serves the temple of the
Mohammedan?"

"No! oh, no!" answered poor Leila, eagerly, deeming that her reply, in
this, at least, would be acceptable. "He disowns, he scorns, he abhors,
the Moorish faith,--even," she added, "with too fierce a zeal."

"Thou dost not share that zeal, then? Well, worships he in secret after
the Christian rites?"

Leila hung her head and answered not.

"I understand thy silence. And in what belief, maiden, wert thou reared
beneath his roof?"

"I know not what it is called among men," answered Leila, with firmness,
"but it is the faith of the ONE GOD, who protects His chosen, and shall
avenge their wrongs--the God who made earth and heaven; and who, in an
idolatrous and benighted world, transmitted the knowledge of Himself
and His holy laws, from age to age, through the channel of one solitary
people, in the plains of Palestine, and by the waters of the Hebron."

"And in that faith thou wert trained, maiden, by thy father?" said the
Dominican, calmly. "I am satisfied. Rest here, in peace: we may meet
again, soon."

The last words were spoken with a soft and tranquil smile--a smile in
which glazing eyes and agonising hearts had often beheld the ghastly
omen of the torture and the stake.

On quitting the unfortunate Leila, the monk took his way towards the
neighbouring tent of Ferdinand. But, ere he reached it, a new thought
seemed to strike the holy man; he altered the direction of his steps,
and gained one of those little shrines common in Catholic countries, and
which had been hastily built of wood, in the centre of a small copse,
and by the side of a brawling rivulet, towards the back of the king's
pavilion. But one solitary sentry, at the entrance of the copse, guarded
the consecrated place; and its exceeding loneliness and quiet were a
grateful contrast to the animated world of the surrounding camp. The
monk entered the shrine, and fell down on his knees before an image of
the Virgin, rudely sculptured, indeed, but richly decorated.

"Ah, Holy Mother!" groaned this singular man, "support me in the trial
to which I am appointed. Thou knowest that the glory of thy blessed Son
is the sole object for which I live, and move, and have my being; but at
times, alas! the spirit is infected with the weakness of the flesh. Ora
pro nobis, O Mother of mercy! Verily, oftentimes my heart sinks within
me when it is mine to vindicate the honour of thy holy cause against the
young and the tender, the aged and the decrepit. But what are beauty
and youth, grey hairs and trembling knees, in the eye of the Creator?
Miserable worms are we all; nor is there anything acceptable in the
Divine sight but the hearts of the faithful. Youth without faith, age
without belief, purity without grace, virtue without holiness, are only
more hideous by their seeming beauty--whited sepulchres, glittering
rottenness. I know this--I know it; but the human man is strong within
me. Strengthen me, that I pluck it out; so that, by diligent and
constant struggle with the feeble Adam, thy servant may be reduced into
a mere machine, to punish the godless and advance the Church."

Here sobs and tears choked the speech of the Dominican; he grovelled in
the dust, he tore his hair, he howled aloud: the agony was fierce
upon him. At length, he drew from his robe a whip, composed of several
thongs, studded with small and sharp nails; and, stripping his gown,
and the shirt of hair worn underneath, over his shoulders, applied the
scourge to the naked flesh with a fury that soon covered the green sward
with the thick and clotted blood. The exhaustion which followed this
terrible penance seemed to restore the senses of the stern fanatic. A
smile broke over the features, that bodily pain only released from the
anguished expression of mental and visionary struggles; and, when he
rose, and drew the hair-cloth shirt over the lacerated and quivering
flesh, he said--"Now hast thou deigned to comfort and visit me, O
pitying Mother; and, even as by these austerities against this miserable
body, is the spirit relieved and soothed, so dost thou typify and
betoken that men's bodies are not to be spared by those who seek to save
souls and bring the nations of the earth into thy fold."

With that thought the countenance of Torquemada reassumed its wonted
rigid and passionless composure; and, replacing the scourge, yet clotted
with blood, in his bosom, he pursued his way to the royal tent.

He found Ferdinand poring over the accounts of the vast expenses of his
military preparations, which he had just received from his treasurer;
and the brow of the thrifty, though ostentatious monarch, was greatly
overcast by the examination.

"By the Bulls of Guisando!" said the king, gravely, "I purchase the
salvation of my army in this holy war at a marvellous heavy price; and
if the infidels hold out much longer, we shalt have to pawn our very
patrimony of Arragon."

"Son," answered the Dominican, "to purposes like thine fear not that
Providence itself will supply the worldly means. But why doubtest thou?
are not the means within thy reach? It is just that thou alone shouldst
not support the wars by which Christendom is glorified. Are there not
others?"

"I know what thou wouldst say, father," interrupted the king,
quickly--"thou wouldst observe that my brother monarchs should assist me
with arms and treasure. Most just. But they are avaricious and envious,
Tomas; and Mammon hath corrupted them."

"Nay, not to kings pointed my thought."

"Well, then," resumed the king, impatiently, "thou wouldst imply that
mine own knights and nobles should yield up their coffers, and mortgage
their possessions. And so they ought; but they murmur already at what
they have yielded to our necessities."

"And in truth," rejoined the friar, "these noble warriors should not
be shorn of a splendour that well becomes the valiant champions of the
Church. Nay, listen to me, son, and I may suggest a means whereby, not
the friends, but enemies, of the Catholic faith shall contribute to the
down fall of the Paynim. In thy dominions, especially those newly won,
throughout Andalusia, in the kingdom of Cordova, are men of enormous
wealth; the very caverns of the earth are sown with the impious treasure
they have plundered from Christian hands, and consume in the furtherance
of their iniquity. Sire, I speak of the race that crucified the Lord."

"The Jews--ay, but the excuse--"

"Is before thee. This traitor, with whom thou boldest intercourse, who
vowed to thee to render up Granada, and who was found the very next
morning, fighting with the Moors, with the blood of a Spanish martyr red
upon his hands, did he not confess that his fathers were of that hateful
race? did he not bargain with thee to elevate his brethren to the rank
of Christians? and has he not left with thee, upon false pretences, a
harlot of his faith, who, by sorcery and the help of the Evil One, hath
seduced into frantic passion the heart of the heir of the most Christian
king?"

"Ha! thus does that libertine boy ever scandalise us!" said the king,
bitterly.

"Well," pursued the Dominican, not heeding the interruption, "have you
not here excuse enough to wring from the whole race the purchase of
their existence? Note the glaring proof of this conspiracy of hell. The
outcasts of the earth employed this crafty agent to contract with
thee for power; and, to consummate their guilty designs, the arts that
seduced Solomon are employed against thy son. The beauty of the strange
woman captivates his senses; so that, through the future sovereign
of Spain the counsels of Jewish craft may establish the domination
of Jewish ambition. How knowest thou," he added as he observed that
Ferdinand listened to him with earnest attention--"how knowest thou but
what the next step might have been thy secret assassination, so that the
victim of witchcraft, the minion of the Jewess, might reign in the stead
of the mighty and unconquerable Ferdinand?"

"Go on, father," said the king, thoughtfully; "I see, at least, enough
to justify an impost upon these servitors of Mammon."

"But, though common sense suggests to us," continued Torquemada, "that
this disguised Israelite could not have acted on so vast a design
without the instigation of his brethren, not only in Granada, but
throughout all Andalusia,--would it not be right to obtain from him his
confession, and that of the maiden, within the camp, so that we may have
broad and undeniable evidence, whereon to act, and to still all cavil,
that may come not only from the godless, but even from the too tender
scruples of the righteous? Even the queen--whom the saints ever
guard!--hath ever too soft a heart for these infidels; and--"

"Right!" cried the king, again breaking upon Torquemada; "Isabel, the
queen of Castile, must be satisfied of the justice of all our actions."

"And, should it be proved that thy throne or life were endangered, and
that magic was exercised to entrap her royal son into a passion for a
Jewish maiden, which the Church holds a crime worthy of excommunication
itself, surely, instead of counteracting, she would assist our schemes."

"Holy friend," said Ferdinand, with energy, "ever a comforter, both for
this world and the next, to thee, and to the new powers intrusted to
thee, we commit this charge; see to it at once; time presses--Granada is
obstinate--the treasury waxes low."

"Son, thou hast said enough," replied the Dominican, closing his eyes,
and muttering a short thanksgiving. "Now then to my task."

"Yet stay," said the king, with an altered visage; "follow me to my
oratory within: my heart is heavy, and I would fain seek the solace of
the confessional."

The monk obeyed: and while Ferdinand, whose wonderful abilities were
mingled with the weakest superstition, who persecuted from policy, yet
believed, in his own heart, that he punished but from piety,--confessed
with penitent tears the grave offences of aves forgotten, and
beads untold; and while the Dominican admonished, rebuked, or
soothed,--neither prince nor monk ever dreamt that there was an error to
confess in, or a penance to be adjudged to, the cruelty that tortured a
fellow-being, or the avarice that sought pretences for the extortion of
a whole people.




CHAPTER VII. THE TRIBUNAL AND THE MIRACLE

It was the dead of night--the army was hushed in sleep--when four
soldiers belonging to the Holy Brotherhood, bearing with them one whose
manacles proclaimed him a prisoner, passed in steady silence to a huge
tent in the neighbourhood of the royal pavilion. A deep dyke, formidable
barricadoes, and sentries stationed at frequent intervals, testified the
estimation in which the safety of this segment of the camp was held. The
tent to which the soldiers approached was, in extent, larger than even
the king's pavilion itself--a mansion of canvas, surrounded by a wide
wall of massive stones; and from its summit gloomed, in the clear and
shining starlight, a small black pennant, on which was wrought a white
broad-pointed cross. The soldiers halted at the gate in the wall,
resigned their charge, with a whispered watchword, to two gaunt
sentries; and then (relieving the sentries who proceeded on with the
prisoner) remained, mute and motionless, at the post: for stern silence
and Spartan discipline were the attributes of the brotherhood of St.
Hermandad.

The prisoner, as he now neared the tent, halted a moment, looked round
steadily, as if to fix the spot in his remembrance, and then, with an
impatient though stately gesture, followed his guards. He passed two
divisions of the tent, dimly lighted, and apparently deserted. A
man, clad in long black robes, with a white cross on his breast, now
appeared; there was an interchange of signals in dumb-show-and in
another moment Almamen, the Hebrew, stood within a large chamber (if so
that division of the tent might be called) hung with black serge. At the
upper part of the space was an estrado, or platform, on which, by a long
table, sat three men; while at the head of the board was seen the calm
and rigid countenance of Tomas de Torquemada. The threshold of the tent
was guarded by two men, in garments similar in hue and fashion to
those of the figure who had ushered Almamen into the presence of the
inquisitor, each bearing a long lance, and with a long two-edged sword
by his side. This made all the inhabitants of that melancholy and
ominous apartment.

The Israelite looked round with a pale brow, but a flashing and scornful
eye; and, when he met the gaze of the Dominican, it almost seemed as if
those two men, each so raised above his fellows, by the sternness of his
nature and the energy of his passions, sought by a look alone to assert
his own supremacy and crush his foe. Yet, in truth, neither did justice
to the other; and the indignant disdain of Almamen was retorted by the
cold and icy contempt of the Dominican.

"Prisoner," said Torquemada (the first to withdraw his gaze), "a less
haughty and stubborn demeanour might have better suited thy condition:
but no matter; our Church is meek and humble. We have sent for thee in a
charitable and paternal hope; for although, as spy and traitor, thy
life is already forfeited, yet would we fain redeem and spare it to
repentance. That hope mayst thou not forego, for the nature of all of us
is weak and clings to life--that straw of the drowning seaman."

"Priest, if such thou art," replied the Hebrew, "I have already, when
first brought to this camp, explained the causes of my detention amongst
the troops of the Moor. It was my zeal for the king of Spain that
brought me into that peril. Escaping from that peril, incurred in his
behalf, is the king of Spain to be my accuser and my judge? If,
however, my life now be sought as the grateful return for the proffer
of inestimable service, I stand here to yield it. Do thy worst; and tell
thy master, that he loses more by my death than he can win by the lives
of thirty thousand warriors."

"Cease this idle babble," said the monk-inquisitor, contemptuously,
"nor think thou couldst ever deceive, with thy empty words, the mighty
intellect of Ferdinand of Spain. Thou hast now to defend thyself against
still graver charges than those of treachery to the king whom thou didst
profess to serve. Yea, misbeliever as thou art, it is thine to vindicate
thyself from blasphemy against the God thou shouldst adore. Confess the
truth: thou art of the tribe and faith of Israel?"

The Hebrew frowned darkly. "Man," said he, solemnly, "is a judge of the
deeds of men, but not of their opinions. I will not answer thee."

"Pause! We have means at hand that the strongest nerves and the stoutest
hearts have failed to encounter. Pause--confess!"

"Thy threat awes me not," said the Hebrew; "but I am human; and since
thou wouldst know the truth, thou mayst learn it without the torture. I
am of the same race as the apostles of thy Church--I am a Jew."

"He confesses--write down the words. Prisoner, thou hast done wisely;
and we pray the Lord that, acting thus, thou mayst escape both the
torture and the death. And in that faith thy daughter was reared?
Answer."

"My daughter! there is no charge against her! By the God of Sinai and
Horeb, you dare not touch a hair of that innocent head!"

"Answer," repeated the inquisitor, coldly.

"I do answer. She was brought up no renegade to her father's faith."

"Write down the confession. Prisoner," resumed the Dominican, after a
pause, "but few more questions remain; answer them truly, and thy life
is saved. In thy conspiracy to raise thy brotherhood of Andalusia to
power and influence--or, as thou didst craftily term it, to equal laws
with the followers of our blessed Lord; in thy conspiracy (by what dark
arts I seek not now to know _protege nos, beate Domine_!) to entangle
in wanton affections to thy daughter the heart of the Infant of
Spain-silence, I say--be still! in this conspiracy, thou wert aided,
abetted, or instigated by certain Jews of Andalusia--"

"Hold, priest!" cried Almamen, impetuously, "thou didst name my child.
Do I hear aright? Placed under the sacred charge of a king, and a belted
knight, has she--oh! answer me, I implore thee--been insulted by the
licentious addresses of one of that king's own lineage? Answer! I am a
Jew--but I am a father and a man."

"This pretended passion deceives us not," said the Dominican, who,
himself cut off from the ties of life, knew nothing of their power.
"Reply to the question put to thee: name thy accomplices."

"I have told thee all. Thou hast refused to answer one. I scorn and defy
thee: my lips are closed."

The Grand Inquisitor glanced to his brethren, and raised his hand.
His assistants whispered each other; one of them rose, and disappeared
behind the canvas at the back of the tent. Presently the hangings
were withdrawn; and the prisoner beheld an interior chamber, hung with
various instruments the nature of which was betrayed by their very
shape; while by the rack, placed in the centre of that dreary chamber,
stood a tall and grisly figure, his arms bare, his eyes bent, as by an
instinct, on the prisoner.

Almamen gazed at these dread preparations with an unflinching aspect.
The guards at the entrance of the tent approached: they struck off the
fetters from his feet and hands; they led him towards the appointed
place of torture.

Suddenly the Israelite paused.

"Priest," said he, in a more humble accent than he had yet assumed, "the
tidings that thou didst communicate to me respecting the sole daughter
of my house and love bewildered and confused me for the moment. Suffer
me but for a single moment to recollect my senses, and I will answer
without compulsion all thou mayst ask. Permit thy questions to be
repeated."

The Dominican, whose cruelty to others seemed to himself sanctioned by
his own insensibility to fear, and contempt for bodily pain, smiled with
bitter scorn at the apparent vacillation and weakness of the prisoner:
but, as he delighted not in torture merely for torture's sake, he
motioned to the guards to release the Israelite; and replied in a voice
unnaturally mild and kindly, considering the circumstances of the scene,

"Prisoner, could we save thee from pain, even by the anguish of our own
flesh and sinews, Heaven is our judge that we would willingly undergo
the torture which, with grief and sorrow, we ordained to thee.
Pause--take breath--collect thyself. Three minutes shalt thou have
to consider what course to adopt ere we repeat the question. But then
beware how thou triflest with our indulgence."

"It suffices--I thank thee," said the Hebrew, with a touch of gratitude
in his voice. As he spoke he bent his face within his bosom, which he
covered, as in profound meditation, with the folds of his long robe.
Scarcely half the brief time allowed him had expired, when he again
lifted his countenance and, as he did so, flung back his garment.
The Dominican uttered a loud cry; the guards started back in awe. A
wonderful change had come over the intended victim; he seemed to stand
amongst them literally--wrapt in fire; flames burst from his lip, and
played with his long locks, as, catching the glowing hue, they curled
over his shoulders like serpents of burning light: blood-red were his
breast and limbs, his haughty crest, and his outstretched arm; and
as for a single moment, he met the shuddering eyes of his judges, he
seemed, indeed, to verify all the superstitions of the time--no longer
the trembling captive but the mighty demon or the terrible magician.

The Dominican was the first to recover his self-possession. "Seize the
enchanter!" he exclaimed; but no man stirred. Ere yet the exclamation
had died on his lip, Almamen took from his breast a phial, and dashed
it on the ground--it broke into a thousand shivers: a mist rose over the
apartment--it spread, thickened, darkened, as a sudden night; the lamps
could not pierce it. The luminous form of the Hebrew grew dull and dim,
until it vanished in the shade. On every eye blindness seemed to fall.
There was a dead silence, broken by a cry and a groan; and when, after
some minutes, the darkness gradually dispersed, Almamen was gone. One,
of the guards lay bathed in blood upon the ground; they raised him: he
had attempted to seize the prisoner, and had been stricken with a mortal
wound. He died as he faltered forth the explanation. In the confusion
and dismay of the scene none noticed, till long afterwards, that the
prisoner had paused long enough to strip the dying guard of his long
mantle; a proof that he feared his more secret arts might not suffice to
bear him safe through the camp, without the aid of worldly stratagem.

"The fiend hath been amongst us!" said the Dominican, solemnly falling
on his knees,--"let us pray!"




BOOK III.




CHAPTER I. ISABEL AND THE JEWISH MAIDEN.

While this scene took place before the tribunal of Torquemada, Leila had
been summoned from the indulgence of fears, which her gentle nature and
her luxurious nurturing had ill-fitted her to contend against, to the
presence of the queen. That gifted and high-spirited princess, whose
virtues were her own, whose faults were of her age, was not, it is true,
without the superstition and something of the intolerant spirit of her
royal spouse: but, even where her faith assented to persecution, her
heart ever inclined to mercy; and it was her voice alone that ever
counteracted the fiery zeal of Torquemada, and mitigated the sufferings
of the unhappy ones who fell under the suspicion of heresy. She had,
happily, too, within her a strong sense of justice, as well as the
sentiment of compassion; and often, when she could not save the accused,
she prevented the consequences of his imputed crime falling upon the
innocent members of his house or tribe.

In the interval between his conversation with Ferdinand and the
examination of Almamen, the Dominican had sought the queen; and had
placed before her, in glowing colours, not only the treason of Almamen,
but the consequences of the impious passion her son had conceived for
Leila. In that day, any connection between a Christian knight and a
Jewess was deemed a sin, scarce expiable; and Isabel conceived all that
horror of her son's offence which was natural in a pious mother and a
haughty queen. But, despite all the arguments of the friar, she
could not be prevailed upon to render up Leila to the tribunal of the
Inquisition; and that dread court, but newly established, did not dare,
without her consent, to seize upon one under the immediate protection of
the queen.

"Fear not, father," said Isabel, with quiet firmness, "I will take upon
myself to examine the maiden; and, at least, I will see her removed from
all chance of tempting or being tempted by this graceless boy. But she
was placed under the charge of the king and myself as a hostage and a
trust; we accepted the charge, and our royal honor is pledged to the
safety of the maiden. Heaven forbid that I should deny the existence
of sorcery, assured as we are of its emanation from the Evil One; but
I fear, in this fancy of Juan's, that the maiden is more sinned against
than sinning: and yet my son is, doubtless, not aware of the unhappy
faith of the Jewess; the knowledge of which alone will suffice to cure
him of his error. You shake your head, father; but, I repeat, I will act
in this affair so as to merit the confidence I demand. Go, good Tomas.
We have not reigned so long without belief in our power to control and
deal with a simple maiden."

The queen extended her hand to the monk, with a smile so sweet in its
dignity, that it softened even that rugged heart; and, with a reluctant
sigh, and a murmured prayer that her counsels might be guided for the
best, Torquemada left the royal presence.

"The poor child!" thought Isabel, "those tender limbs, and that fragile
form, are ill fitted for yon monk's stern tutelage. She seems gentle:
and her face has in it all the yielding softness of our sex; doubtless
by mild means, she may be persuaded to abjure her wretched creed; and
the shade of some holy convent may hide her alike from the licentious
gaze of my son and the iron zeal of the Inquisitor. I will see her."

When Leila entered the queen's pavilion, Isabel, who was alone, marked
her trembling step with a compassionate eye; and, as Leila, in obedience
to the queen's request, threw up her veil, the paleness of her cheek and
the traces of recent tears appealed to Isabel's heart with more success
than had attended all the pious invectives of Torquemada.

"Maiden," said Isabel, encouragingly, "I fear thou hast been strangely
harassed by the thoughtless caprice of the young prince. Think of it no
more. But, if thou art what I have ventured to believe, and to assert
thee to be, cheerfully subscribe to the means I will suggest for
preventing the continuance of addresses which cannot but injure thy fair
name."

"Ah, madam!" said Leila, as she fell on one knee beside the queen,
"most joyfully, most gratefully, will I accept any asylum which proffers
solitude and peace."

"The asylum to which I would fain lead thy steps," answered Isabel,
gently, "is indeed one whose solitude is holy--whose peace is that of
heaven. But of this hereafter. Thou wilt not hesitate, then, to quit the
camp, unknown to the prince, and ere he can again seek thee?"

"Hesitate, madam? Ah rather, how shall I express my thanks?"

"I did not read that face misjudgingly," thought the queen, as she
resumed. "Be it so; we will not lose another night. Withdraw yonder,
through the inner tent; the litter shall be straight prepared for thee;
and ere midnight thou shalt sleep in safety under the roof of one of the
bravest knights and noblest ladies that our realm can boast. Thou shalt
bear with thee a letter that shall commend thee specially to the care of
thy hostess--thou wilt find her of a kindly and fostering nature. And,
oh, maiden!" added the queen, with benevolent warmth, "steel not thy
heart against her--listen with ductile senses to her gentle ministry;
and may God and His Son prosper that pious lady's counsel, so that it
may win a new strayling to the Immortal Fold!"

Leila listened and wondered, but made no answer; until, as she gained
the entrance to the interior division of the tent, she stopped
abruptly, and said, "Pardon me, gracious queen, but dare I ask thee one
question?--it is not of myself."

"Speak, and fear not."

"My father--hath aught been heard of him? He promised, that ere the
fifth day were past, he would once more see his child; and, alas! that
date is past, and I am still alone in the dwelling of the stranger."

"Unhappy child!" muttered Isabel to herself; "thou knowest not his
treason nor his fate--yet why shouldst thou? Ignorant of what would
render thee blest hereafter, continue ignorant of what would afflict
thee here. Be cheered, maiden," answered the queen, aloud. "No doubt,
there are reasons sufficient to forbid your meeting. But thou shalt not
lack friends in the dwelling-house of the stranger."

"Ah, noble queen, pardon me, and one word more! There hath been with me,
more than once, a stern old man, whose voice freezes the blood within my
veins; he questions me of my father, and in the tone of a foe who would
entrap from the child something to the peril of the sire. That man--thou
knowest him, gracious queen--he cannot have the power to harm my
father?"

"Peace, maiden! the man thou speakest of is the priest of God, and the
innocent have nothing to dread from his reverend zeal. For thyself, I
say again, be cheered; in the home to which I consign thee thou wilt see
him no more. Take comfort, poor child--weep not: all have their cares;
our duty is to bear in this life, reserving hope only for the next."

The queen, destined herself to those domestic afflictions which pomp
cannot soothe, nor power allay, spoke with a prophetic sadness which
yet more touched a heart that her kindness of look and tone had already
softened; and, in the impulse of a nature never tutored in the rigid
ceremonials of that stately court, Leila suddenly came forward, and
falling on one knee, seized the hand of her protectress, and kissed it
warmly through her tears.

"Are you, too, unhappy?" she said. "I will pray for you to _my_ God!"

The queen, surprised and moved at an action which, had witnesses been
present, would only perhaps (for such is human nature) have offended
her Castilian prejudices, left her hand in Leila's grateful clasp; and
laying the other upon the parted and luxuriant ringlets of the kneeling
maiden, said, gently,--"And thy prayers shall avail thee and me when thy
God and mine are the same. Bless thee, maiden! I am a mother; thou art
motherless--bless thee!"




CHAPTER II. THE TEMPTATION OF THE JEWESS,--IN WHICH THE HISTORY PASSES FROM THE
OUTWARD TO THE INTERNAL.

It was about the very hour, almost the very moment, in which Almamen
effected his mysterious escape from the tent of the Inquisition, that
the train accompanying the litter which bore Leila, and which was
composed of some chosen soldiers of Isabel's own body-guard, after
traversing the camp, winding along that part of the mountainous defile
which was in the possession of the Spaniards, and ascending a high and
steep acclivity, halted before the gates of a strongly fortified castle
renowned in the chronicles of that memorable war. The hoarse challenge
of the sentry, the grating of jealous bars, the clanks of hoofs upon
the rough pavement of the courts, and the streaming glare of
torches--falling upon stern and bearded visages, and imparting a ruddier
glow to the moonlit buttresses and battlements of the fortress--aroused
Leila from a kind of torpor rather than sleep, in which the fatigue and
excitement of the day had steeped her senses. An old seneschal conducted
her, through vast and gloomy halls (how unlike the brilliant chambers
and fantastic arcades of her Moorish home) to a huge Gothic apartment,
hung with the arras of Flemish looms. In a few moments, maidens, hastily
aroused from slumber, grouped around her with a respect which would
certainly not have been accorded had her birth and creed been known.
They gazed with surprise at her extraordinary beauty and foreign garb,
and evidently considered the new guest a welcome addition to the scanty
society of the castle. Under any other circumstances, the strangeness
of all she saw, and the frowning gloom of the chamber to which she was
consigned, would have damped the spirits of one whose destiny had so
suddenly passed from the deepest quiet into the sternest excitement. But
any change was a relief to the roar of the camp, the addresses of the
prince, and the ominous voice and countenance of Torquemada; and
Leila looked around her, with the feeling that the queen's promise was
fulfilled, and that she was already amidst the blessings of shelter and
repose. It was long, however, before sleep revisited her eyelids, and
when she woke the noonday sun streamed broadly through the lattice.
By the bedside sat a matron advanced in years, but of a mild and
prepossessing countenance, which only borrowed a yet more attractive
charm from an expression of placid and habitual melancholy. She was
robed in black; but the rich pearls that were interwoven in the sleeves
and stomacher, the jewelled cross that was appended from a chain
of massive gold, and, still more, a certain air of dignity and
command,--bespoke, even to the inexperienced eye of Leila, the evidence
of superior station.

"Thou hast slept late, daughter," said the lady, with a benevolent
smile; "may thy slumbers have refreshed thee! Accept my regrets that I
knew not till this morning of thine arrival, or I should have been the
first to welcome the charge of my royal mistress."

There was in the look, much more than in the words of the Donna Inez de
Quexada, a soothing and tender interest that was as balm to the heart of
Leila; in truth, she had been made the guest of, perhaps, the only lady
in Spain, of pure and Christian blood, who did not despise or execrate
the name of Leila's tribe. Donna Inez had herself contracted to a Jew a
debt of gratitude which she had sought to return to the whole race. Many
years before the time in which our tale is cast, her husband and herself
had been sojourning at Naples, then closely connected with the politics
of Spain, upon an important state mission. They had then an only son,
a youth of a wild and desultory character, whom the spirit of adventure
allured to the East. In one of those sultry lands the young Quexada
was saved from the hands of robbers by the caravanserai of a wealthy
traveller. With this stranger he contracted that intimacy which
wandering and romantic men often conceive for each other, without
any other sympathy than that of the same pursuits. Subsequently, he
discovered that his companion was of the Jewish faith; and, with the
usual prejudice of his birth and time, recoiled from the friendship
he had solicited, and shrank from the sense of the obligation he had
incurred he--quitted his companion. Wearied, at length, with travel, he
was journeying homeward, when he was seized with a sudden and virulent
fever, mistaken for plague: all fled from the contagion of the
supposed pestilence--he was left to die. One man discovered his
condition--watched, tended, and, skilled in the deeper secrets of the
healing art, restored him to life and health: it was the same Jew who
had preserved him from the robbers. At this second and more inestimable
obligation the prejudices of the Spaniard vanished: he formed a deep
and grateful attachment for his preserver; they lived together for some
time, and the Israelite finally accompanied the young Quexada to Naples.
Inez retained a lively sense of the service rendered to her only son,
and the impression had been increased not only by the appearance of
the Israelite, which, dignified and stately, bore no likeness to the
cringing servility of his brethren, but also by the singular beauty and
gentle deportment of his then newly-wed bride, whom he had wooed and won
in that holy land, sacred equally to the faith of Christian and of Jew.
The young Quexada did not long survive his return: his constitution
was broken by long travel, and the debility that followed his fierce
disease. On his deathbed he had besought the mother whom he left
childless, and whose Catholic prejudices were less stubborn than those
of his sire, never to forget the services a Jew had conferred upon him;
to make the sole recompense in her power--the sole recompense the Jew
himself had demanded--and to lose no occasion to soothe or mitigate the
miseries to which the bigotry of the time often exposed the oppressed
race of his deliverer. Donna Inez had faithfully kept the promise
she gave to the last scion of her house; and, through the power and
reputation of her husband and her own connections, and still more
through an early friendship with the queen, she had, on her return to
Spain, been enabled to ward off many a persecution, and many a charge
on false pretences, to which the wealth of some son of Israel made
the cause, while his faith made the pretext. Yet, with all the natural
feelings of a rigid Catholic, she had earnestly sought to render the
favor she had thus obtained amongst the Jews minister to her pious zeal
for their more than temporal welfare. She had endeavored, by gentle
means, to make the conversions which force was impotent to effect; and,
in some instances, her success had been signal. The good senora had thus
obtained high renown for sanctity; and Isabel thought rightly that she
could not select a protectress for Leila who would more kindly shelter
her youth, or more strenuously labor for her salvation. It was, indeed,
a dangerous situation for the adherence of the maiden to that faith
which it had cost her fiery father so many sacrifices to preserve and to
advance.

It was by little and little that Donna Inez sought rather to undermine
than to storm the mental fortress she hoped to man with spiritual
allies; and, in her frequent conversation with Leila, she was at once
perplexed and astonished by the simple and sublime nature of the belief
upon which she waged war. For whether it was that, in his desire
to preserve Leila as much as possible from contact even with Jews
themselves, whose general character (vitiated by the oppression which
engendered meanness, and the extortion which fostered avarice) Almamen
regarded with lofty though concealed repugnance; or whether it was, that
his philosophy did not interpret the Jewish formula of belief in the
same spirit as the herd,--the religion inculcated in the breast of Leila
was different from that which Inez had ever before encountered amongst
her proselytes. It was less mundane and material--a kind of passionate
rather than metaphysical theism, which invested the great ONE, indeed,
with many human sympathies and attributes, but still left Him the
August and awful God of the Genesis, the Father of a Universe though
the individual Protector of a fallen sect. Her attention had been
less directed to whatever appears, to a superficial gaze, stern and
inexorable in the character of the Hebrew God, and which the religion
of Christ so beautifully softened and so majestically refined, than to
those passages in which His love watched over a chosen people, and His
forbearance bore with their transgressions. Her reason had been worked
upon to its belief by that mysterious and solemn agency, by which--when
the whole world beside was bowed to the worship of innumerable deities,
and the adoration of graven images,--in a small and secluded portion of
earth, amongst a people far less civilised and philosophical than many
by which they were surrounded, had been alone preserved a pure and
sublime theism, disdaining a likeness in the things of heaven or
earth. Leila knew little of the more narrow and exclusive tenets of her
brethren; a Jewess in name, she was rather a deist in belief; a deist
of such a creed as Athenian schools might have taught to the imaginative
pupils of Plato, save only that too dark a shadow had been cast over
the hopes of another world. Without the absolute denial of the Sadducee,
Almamen had, probably, much of the quiet scepticism which belonged to
many sects of the early Jews, and which still clings round the wisdom of
the wisest who reject the doctrine of Revelation; and while he had not
sought to eradicate from the breast of his daughter any of the vague
desire which points to a Hereafter, he had never, at least, directed her
thoughts or aspirations to that solemn future. Nor in the sacred book
which was given to her survey, and which so rigidly upheld the unity of
the Supreme Power, was there that positive and unequivocal assurance
of life beyond "the grave where all things are forgotten," that might
supply the deficiencies of her mortal instructor. Perhaps, sharing
those notions of the different value of the sexes, prevalent, from the
remotest period, in his beloved and ancestral East, Almamen might have
hopes for himself which did not extend to his child. And thus she grew
up, with all the beautiful faculties of the soul cherished and unfolded,
without thought, without more than dim and shadowy conjectures, of the
Eternal Bourne to which the sorrowing pilgrim of the earth is bound. It
was on this point that the quick eye of Donna Inez discovered her faith
was vulnerable: who would not, if belief were voluntary, believe in
the world to come? Leila's curiosity and interest were aroused:
she willingly listened to her new guide--she willingly inclined to
conclusions pressed upon her, not with menace, but persuasion. Free from
the stubborn associations, the sectarian prejudices, and unversed in the
peculiar traditions and accounts of the learned of her race, she found
nothing to shock her in the volume which seemed but a continuation of
the elder writings of her faith. The sufferings of the Messiah, His
sublime purity, His meek forgiveness, spoke to her woman's heart; His
doctrines elevated, while they charmed, her reason: and in the Heaven
that a Divine hand opened to all,--the humble as the proud, the
oppressed as the oppressor, to the woman as to the lords of the
earth,--she found a haven for all the doubts she had known, and for the
despair which of late had darkened the face of earth. Her home lost, the
deep and beautiful love of her youth blighted,--that was a creed almost
irresistible which told her that grief was but for a day, that happiness
was eternal. Far, too, from revolting such of the Hebrew pride of
association as she had formed, the birth of the Messiah in the land
of the Israelites seemed to consummate their peculiar triumph as the
Elected of Jehovah. And while she mourned for the Jews who persecuted
the Saviour, she gloried in those whose belief had carried the name and
worship of the descendants of David over the furthest regions of the
world. Often she perplexed and startled the worthy Inez by exclaiming,
"This, your belief, is the same as mine, adding only the assurance of
immortal life--Christianity is but the Revelation of Judaism."

The wise and gentle instrument of Leila's conversion did not, however,
give vent to those more Catholic sentiments which might have scared away
the wings of the descending dove. She forbore too vehemently to point
out the distinctions of the several creeds, and rather suffered them
to melt insensibly one into the other: Leila was a Christian, while she
still believed herself a Jewess. But in the fond and lovely weakness of
mortal emotions, there was one bitter thought that often and often came
to mar the peace that otherwise would have settled on her soul. That
father, the sole softener of whose stern heart and mysterious fates she
was, with what pangs would he receive the news of her conversion! And
Muza, that bright and hero-vision of her youth--was she not setting
the last seal of separation upon all hope of union with the idol of the
Moors? But, alas! was she not already separated from him, and had not
their faiths been from the first at variance? From these thoughts she
started with sighs and tears; and before her stood the crucifix already
admitted into her chamber, and--not, perhaps, too wisely--banished so
rigidly from the oratories of the Huguenot. For the representation of
that Divine resignation, that mortal agony, that miraculous sacrifice,
what eloquence it hath for our sorrows! what preaching hath the symbol
to the vanities of our wishes, to the yearnings of our discontent!

By degrees, as her new faith grew confirmed, Leila now inclined herself
earnestly to those pictures of the sanctity and calm of the conventual
life which Inez delighted to draw. In the reaction of her thoughts, and
her despondency of all worldly happiness, there seemed, to the young
maiden, an inexpressible charm in a solitude which was to release her
for ever from human love, and render her entirely up to sacred visions
and imperishable hopes. And with this selfish, there mingled a generous
and sublime sentiment. The prayers of a convert might be heard in favour
of those yet benighted: and the awful curse upon her outcast race
be lightened by the orisons of one humble heart. In all ages, in all
creeds, a strange and mystic impression has existed of the efficacy of
self-sacrifice in working the redemption even of a whole people: this
belief, so strong in the old orient and classic religions, was yet more
confirmed by Christianity--a creed founded upon the grandest of historic
sacrifices; and the lofty doctrine of which, rightly understood,
perpetuates in the heart of every believer the duty of self-immolation,
as well as faith in the power of prayer, no matter how great the object,
how mean the supplicator. On these thoughts Leila meditated, till
thoughts acquired the intensity of passions, and the conversion of the
Jewess was completed.




CHAPTER III. THE HOUR AND THE MAN

It was on the third morning after the King of Granada, reconciled to his
people, had reviewed his gallant army in the Vivarrambla; and Boabdil,
surrounded by his chiefs and nobles, was planning a deliberate and
decisive battle, by assault on the Christian camp,--when a scout
suddenly arrived, breathless, at the gates of the palace, to communicate
the unlooked-for and welcome intelligence that Ferdinand had in the
night broken up his camp, and marched across the mountains towards
Cordova. In fact, the outbreak of formidable conspiracies had suddenly
rendered the appearance of Ferdinand necessary elsewhere; and, his
intrigues with Almamen frustrated, he despaired of a very speedy
conquest of the city. The Spanish king resolved, therefore, after
completing the devastation of the Vega, to defer the formal and
prolonged siege, which could alone place Granada within his power, until
his attention was no longer distracted to other foes, and until, it must
be added, he had replenished an exhausted treasury. He had formed, with
Torquemada, a vast and wide scheme of persecution, not only against
Jews, but against Christians whose fathers had been of that race,
and who were suspected of relapsing into Judaical practices. The two
schemers of this grand design were actuated by different motives; the
one wished to exterminate the crime, the other to sell forgiveness for
it. And Torquemada connived at the griping avarice of the king, because
it served to give to himself, and to the infant Inquisition, a power and
authority which the Dominican foresaw would be soon greater even than
those of royalty itself, and which, he imagined, by scourging earth,
would redound to the interests of Heaven.

The strange disappearance of Almamen, which was distorted and
exaggerated, by the credulity of the Spaniards, into an event of the
most terrific character, served to complete the chain of evidence
against the wealthy Jews, and Jew-descended Spaniards, of Andalusia;
and while, in imagination, the king already clutched the gold of their
redemption here, the Dominican kindled the flame that was to light them
to punishment hereafter.

Boabdil and his chiefs received the intelligence of the Spanish retreat
with a doubt which soon yielded to the most triumphant delight. Boabdil
at once resumed all the energy for which, though but by fits and starts,
his earlier youth had been remarkable.

"Alla Achbar! God is great!" cried he; "we will not remain here till
it suit the foe to confine the eagle again to his eyrie. They have left
us--we will burst on them. Summon our alfaquis, we will proclaim a holy
war! The sovereign of the last possessions of the Moors is in the field.
Not a town that contains a Moslem but shall receive our summons, and we
will gather round our standard all the children of our faith!"

"May the king live for ever!" cried the council, with one voice.

"Lose not a moment," resumed Boabdil--"on to the Vivarrambla, marshal
the troops--Muza heads the cavalry; myself our foot. Ere the sun's
shadow reach yonder forest, our army shall be on its march."

The warriors, hastily and in joy, left the palace; and when he was
alone, Boabdil again relapsed into his wonted irresolution. After
striding to and fro for some minutes in anxious thought, he abruptly
quitted the hall of council, and passed in to the more private chambers
of the palace, till he came to a door strongly guarded by plates of
iron. It yielded easily, however, to a small key which he carried in his
girdle; and Boabdil stood in a small circular room, apparently without
other door or outlet; but, after looking cautiously round, the king
touched a secret spring in the wall, which, giving way, discovered a
niche, in which stood a small lamp, burning with the purest naphtha,
and a scroll of yellow parchment covered with strange letters and
hieroglyphics. He thrust the scroll in his bosom, took the lamp in his
hand, and pressing another spring within the niche, the wall receded,
and showed a narrow and winding staircase. The king reclosed the
entrance, and descended: the stairs led, at last, into clamp and rough
passages; and the murmur of waters, that reached his ear through the
thick walls, indicated the subterranean nature of the soil through which
they were hewn. The lamp burned clear and steady through the darkness of
the place; and Boabdil proceeded with such impatient rapidity, that
the distance (in reality, considerable) which he traversed, before he
arrived at his destined bourne, was quickly measured. He came at last
into a wide cavern, guarded by doors concealed and secret as those which
had screened the entrance from the upper air. He was in one of the many
vaults which made the mighty cemetery of the monarchs of Granada; and
before him stood the robed and crowned skeleton, and before him glowed
the magic dial-plate of which he had spoken in his interview with Muza.

"Oh, dread and awful image!" cried the king, throwing himself on his
knees before the skeleton,--"shadow of what was once a king, wise in
council, and terrible in war, if in those hollow bones yet lurks the
impalpable and unseen spirit, hear thy repentant son. Forgive, while
it is yet time, the rebellion of his fiery youth, and suffer thy daring
soul to animate the doubt and weakness of his own. I go forth to battle,
waiting not the signal thou didst ordain. Let not the penance for a
rashness, to which fate urges me on, attach to my country, but to me.
And if I perish in the field, may my evil destinies be buried with me,
and a worthier monarch redeem my errors and preserve Granada!"

As the king raised his looks, the unrelaxed grin of the grim dead, made
yet more hideous by the mockery of the diadem and the royal robe, froze
back to ice the passion and sorrow at his heart. He shuddered, and rose
with a deep sigh; when, as his eyes mechanically followed the lifted arm
of the skeleton, he beheld, with mingled delight and awe, the hitherto
motionless finger of the dial-plate pass slowly on, and rest at the word
so long and so impatiently desired. "ARM!" cried the king; "do I read
aright?--are my prayers heard?" A low and deep sound, like that of
subterranean thunder, boomed through the chamber; and in the same
instant the wall opened, and the king beheld the long-expected figure of
Almamen, the magician. But no longer was that stately form clad in the
loose and peaceful garb of the Eastern santon. Complete armour cased his
broad chest and sinewy limbs; his head alone was bare, and his prominent
and impressive features were lighted, not with mystical enthusiasm, but
with warlike energy. In his right hand, he carried a drawn sword--his
left supported the staff of a snow-white and dazzling banner.

So sudden was the apparition, and so excited the mind of the king, that
the sight of a supernatural being could scarcely have impressed him with
more amaze and awe.

"King of Granada," said Almamen, "the hour hath come at last; go forth
and conquer! With the Christian monarch, there is no hope of peace or
compact. At thy request I sought him, but my spells alone preserved the
life of thy herald. Rejoice! for thine evil destinies have rolled away
from thy spirit, like a cloud from the glory of the sun. The genii of
the East have woven this banner from the rays of benignant stars. It
shall beam before thee in the front of battle--it shall rise over the
rivers of Christian blood. As the moon sways the bosom of the tides, it
shall sway and direct the surges and the course of war!"

"Man of mystery! thou hast given me a new life."

"And, fighting by thy side," resumed Almamen, "I will assist to carve
out for thee, from the ruins of Arragon and Castile, the grandeur of
a new throne. Arm, monarch of Granada!--arm! I hear the neigh of thy
charger, in the midst of the mailed thousands! Arm!"






BOOK IV.




CHAPTER. I. LEILA IN THE CASTLE--THE SIEGE.

The calmer contemplations and more holy anxieties of Leila were, at
length, broken in upon by intelligence, the fearful interest of which
absorbed the whole mind and care of every inhabitant of the castle.
Boabdil el Chico had taken the field, at the head of a numerous army.
Rapidly scouring the country, he had descended, one after one, upon the
principal fortresses, which Ferdinand had left, strongly garrisoned,
in the immediate neighbourhood. His success was as immediate as it was
signal; the terror of his arms began, once more to spread far and wide;
every day swelled his ranks with new recruits; and from the snow-clad
summits of the Sierra Nevada poured down, in wild hordes, the fierce
mountain race, who, accustomed to eternal winter, made a strange
contrast, in their rugged appearance and shaggy clothing, to the
glittering and civilised soldiery of Granada.

Moorish towns, which had submitted to Ferdinand, broke from their
allegiance, and sent their ardent youth and experienced veterans to the
standard of the Keys and Crescent. To add to the sudden panic of the
Spaniards, it went forth that a formidable magician, who seemed inspired
rather with the fury of a demon than the valour of a man, had made an
abrupt appearance in the ranks of the Moslems. Wherever the Moors shrank
back from wall or tower, down which poured the boiling pitch, or rolled
the deadly artillery of the besieged, this sorcerer--rushing into the
midst of the flagging force, and waving, with wild gestures, a white
banner, supposed by both Moor and Christian to be the work of magic and
preternatural spells--dared every danger, and escaped every weapon: with
voice, with prayer, with example, he fired the Moors to an enthusiasm
that revived the first days of Mohammedan conquest; and tower after
tower, along the mighty range of the mountain chain of fortresses, was
polluted by the wave and glitter of the ever-victorious banner. The
veteran, Mendo de Quexada, who, with a garrison of two hundred and
fifty men, held the castle of Almamen, was, however, undaunted by the
unprecedented successes of Boabdil. Aware of the approaching storm, he
spent the days of peace yet accorded to him in making every preparation
for the siege that he foresaw; messengers were despatched to Ferdinand;
new out-works were added to the castle; ample store of provisions laid
in; and no precaution omitted that could still preserve to the Spaniards
a fortress that, from its vicinity to Granada, its command of the Vega
and the valleys of the Alpuxarras, was the bitterest thorn in the side
of the Moorish power.

It was early, one morning, that Leila stood by the lattice of her lofty
chamber gazing, with many and mingled emotions, on the distant domes
of Granada, as they slept in the silent sunshine. Her heart, for the
moment, was busy with the thoughts of home, and the chances and peril of
the time were forgotten.

The sound of martial music, afar off, broke upon her reveries; she
started, and listened breathlessly; it became more distinct and clear.
The clash of the zell, the boom of the African drum, and the wild and
barbarous blast of the Moorish clarion, were now each distinguishable
from the other; and, at length, as she gazed and listened, winding along
the steeps of the mountain were seen the gleaming spears and pennants of
the Moslem vanguard. Another moment and the whole castle was astir.

Mendo de Quexada, hastily arming, repaired, himself, to the battlements;
and, from her lattice, Leila beheld him, from time to time, stationing
to the best advantage his scanty troops. In a few minutes she was joined
by Donna Inez and the women of the castle, who fearfully clustered round
their mistress,--not the less disposed, however, to gratify the passion
of the sex, by a glimpse through the lattice at the gorgeous array of
the Moorish army.

The casements of Leila's chamber were peculiarly adapted to command a
safe nor insufficient view of the progress of the enemy; and, with a
beating heart and flushing cheek, the Jewish maiden, deaf to the voices
around her, imagined she could already descry amidst the horsemen the
lion port and snowy garments of Muza Ben Abil Gazan.

What a situation was hers! Already a Christian, could she hope for the
success of the infidel? ever a woman, could she hope for the defeat of
her lover? But the time for meditation on her destiny was but brief; the
detachment of the Moorish cavalry was now just without the walls of the
little town that girded the castle, and the loud clarion of the heralds
summoned the garrison to surrender.

"Not while one stone stands upon another!" was the short answer
of Quexada; and, in ten minutes afterwards, the sullen roar of the
artillery broke from wall and tower over the vales below.

It was then that the women, from Leila's lattice, beheld, slowly
marshalling themselves in order, the whole power and pageantry of the
besieging army. Thick-serried--line after line, column upon column--they
spread below the frowning steep. The sunbeams lighted up that goodly
array, as it swayed, and murmured, and advanced, like the billows of a
glittering sea. The royal standard was soon descried waving above the
pavilion of Boabdil; and the king himself, mounted on his cream-coloured
charger, which was covered with trappings of cloth-of-gold, was
recognised amongst the infantry, whose task it was to lead the assault.

"Pray with us, my daughter!" cried Inez, falling on her knees.-Alas!
what could Leila pray for?

Four days and four nights passed away in that memorable siege; for the
moon, then at her full, allowed no respite, even in night itself. Their
numbers, and their vicinity to Granada, gave the besiegers the advantage
of constant relays, and troop succeeded to troop; so that the weary had
ever successors in the vigour of new assailants.

On the fifth day, all of the fortress, save the keep (an immense tower),
was in the hands of the Moslems; and in this last hold, the worn-out and
scanty remnant of the garrison mustered, in the last hope of a brave,
despair.

Quexada appeared, covered with gore and dust-his eyes bloodshot, his
cheek haggard and hollow, his locks blanched with sudden age-in the hall
of the tower, where the women, half dead with terror, were assembled.

"Food!" cried he,--"food and wine!--it may be our last banquet."

His wife threw her arms round him. "Not yet," he cried, "not yet; we
will have one embrace before we part."

"Is there, then, no hope?" said Inez, with a pale cheek, yet steady eye.

"None; unless to-morrow's dawn gild the spears of Ferdinand's army
upon yonder hills. Till morn we may hold out." As he spoke, he hastily
devoured some morsels of food, drained a huge goblet of wine, and
abruptly quitted the chamber.

At that moment, the women distinctly heard the loud shouts of the Moors;
and Leila, approaching the grated casement, could perceive the approach
of what seemed to her like moving wails.

Covered by ingenious constructions of wood and thick hides, the
besiegers advanced to the foot of the tower in comparative shelter from
the burning streams which still poured, fast and seething, from the
battlements; while, in the rear came showers of darts and cross-bolts
from the more distant Moors, protecting the work of the engineer, and
piercing through almost every loophole and crevice in the fortress.

Meanwhile the stalwart governor beheld, with dismay and despair, the
preparations of the engineers, whom the wooden screen-works protected
from every weapon.

"By the Holy Sepulchre!" cried he, gnashing his teeth, "they are mining
the tower, and we shall be buried in its ruins! Look out, Gonsalvo! see
you not a gleam of spears yonder over the mountain? Mine eyes are dim
with watching."

"Alas! brave Mendo, it is only the sloping sun upon the snows--but there
is hope yet."

The soldier's words terminated in a shrill and sudden cry of agony; and
he fell dead by the side of Quexada, the brain crushed by a bolt from a
Moorish arquebus.

"My best warrior!" said Quexada; "peace be with him! Ho, there! see you
yon desperate infidel urging on the miners? By the heavens above, it is
he of the white banner!--it is the sorcerer! Fire on him! he is without
the shelter of the woodworks."

Twenty shafts, from wearied and nerveless arms, fell innocuous round the
form of Almamen: and as, waving aloft his ominous banner, he disappeared
again behind the screen-works, the Spaniards almost fancied they could
hear his exulting and demon laugh.

The sixth day came, and the work of the enemy was completed. The tower
was entirely undermined--the foundations rested only upon wooden props,
which, with a humanity that was characteristic of Boabdil, had been
placed there in order that the besieged might escape ere the final crash
of their last hold.

It was now noon: the whole Moorish force, quitting the plain, occupied
the steep that spread below the tower, in multitudinous array and
breathless expectation. The miners stood aloof--the Spaniards lay
prostrate and exhausted upon the battlements, like mariners who, after
every effort against the storm, await, resigned, and almost indifferent,
the sweep of the fatal surge.

Suddenly the lines of the Moors gave way, and Boabdil himself, with Muza
at his right hand, and Almamen on his left, advanced towards the foot of
the tower. At the same time, the Ethiopian guards, each bearing a torch,
marched slowly in the rear; and from the midst of them paced the
royal herald and sounded the last warning. The hush of the immense
armament--the glare of the torches, lighting the ebon faces and giant
forms of their bearers--the majestic appearance of the king himself--the
heroic aspect of Muza--the bare head and glittering banner of
Almamen--all combined with the circumstances of the time to invest the
spectacle with something singularly awful, and, perhaps, sublime.

Quexada turned his eyes, mutely, round the ghastly faces of his
warriors, and still made not the signal. His lips muttered--his eyes
glared: when, suddenly, he heard below the wail of women; and the
thought of Inez, the bride of his youth, the partner of his age, came
upon him; and, with a trembling hand, he lowered the yet unquailing
standard of Spain. Then, the silence below broke into a mighty shout,
which shook the grim tower to its unsteady and temporary base.

"Arise, my friends," he said, with a bitter sigh; "we have fought like
men--and our country will not blush for us." He descended the winding
stairs--his soldiers followed him with faltering steps: the gates of the
keep unfolded, and these gallant Christians surrendered themselves to
the Moor.

"Do with it as you will," said Quexada, as he laid the keys at the hoofs
of Boabdil's barb; "but there are women in the garrison, who--"

"Are sacred," interrupted the king. "At once we accord their liberty,
and free transport whithersoever ye would desire. Speak, then! To what
place of safety shall they be conducted?"

"Generous king!" replied the veteran Quexada, brushing away his tears
with the back of his hand; "you take the sting from our shame. We accept
your offer in the same spirit in which it is made. Across the mountains,
on the verge of the plain of Olfadez, I possess a small castle,
ungarrisoned and unfortified. Thence, should the war take that
direction, the women can readily obtain safe conduct to the queen at
Cordova."

"Be it so," returned Boabdil. Then, with Oriental delicacy, selecting
the eldest of the officers round him, he gave him instructions to enter
the castle, and, with a strong guard, provide for the safety of the
women, according to the directions of Quexada. To another of his
officers he confided the Spanish prisoners, and gave the signal to his
army to withdraw from the spot, leaving only a small body to complete
the ruin of the fortress.

Accompanied by Almamen and his principal officers, Boabdil now hastened
towards Granada; and while, with slower progress, Quexada and his
companions, under a strong escort, took their way across the Vega, a
sudden turn in their course brought abruptly before them the tower they
had so valiantly defended. There it still stood, proud and stern, amidst
the blackened and broken wrecks around it, shooting aloft, dark and
grim, against the sky. Another moment, and a mighty crash sounded
on their ears, while the tower fell to the earth, amidst volumes of
wreathing smoke and showers of dust, which were borne, by the concussion
to the spot on which they took their last gaze of the proudest fortress
on which the Moors of Granada had beheld, from their own walls, the
standard of Arragon and Castile.

At the same time, Leila--thus brought so strangely within the very
reach of her father and her lover, and yet, by a mysterious fate, still
divided from both,--with Donna Inez, and the rest of the females of the
garrison, pursued her melancholy path along the ridges of the mountains.




CHAPTER II. ALMAMEN'S PROPOSED ENTERPRISE.--THE THREE ISRAELITES--CIRCUMSTANCE
IMPRESSES EACH CHARACTER WITH A VARYING DIE.

Boadbil followed up his late success with a series of brilliant assaults
on-the neighbouring fortresses. Granada, like a strong man bowed to the
ground, wrenched one after one the bands that had crippled her liberty
and strength; and, at length, after regaining a considerable portion of
the surrounding territory, the king resolved to lay siege to the seaport
of Salobrena. Could he obtain this town, Boabdil, by establishing
communication between the sea and Granada, would both be enabled to
avail himself of the assistance of his African allies, and also prevent
the Spaniards from cutting off supplies to the city, should they again
besiege it. Thither, then, accompanied by Muza, the Moorish king bore
his victorious standard.

On the eve of his departure, Almamen sought the king's presence. A great
change had come over the canton since the departure of Ferdinand; his
wonted stateliness of mien was gone; his eyes were sunk and hollow; his
manner disturbed and absent. In fact, his love for his daughter made the
sole softness of his character; and that daughter was in the hands
of the king who had sentenced the father to the tortures of the
Inquisition! To what dangers might she not be subjected, by the
intolerant zeal of conversion! and could that frame, and gentle heart,
brave the terrific engines that might be brought against her fears?
"Better," thought he, "that she should perish, even by the torture,
than adopt that hated faith." He gnashed his teeth in agony at either
alternative. His dreams, his objects, his revenge, his ambition--all
forsook him: one single hope, one thought, completely mastered his
stormy passions and fitful intellect.

In this mood the pretended santon met Boabdil. He represented to the
king, over whom his influence had prodigiously increased since the
late victories of the Moors, the necessity of employing the armies of
Ferdinand at a distance. He proposed, in furtherance of this policy,
to venture himself in Cordova; to endeavour secretly to stir up those
Moors, in that, their ancient kingdom, who had succumbed to the
Spanish yoke, and whose hopes might naturally be inflamed by the recent
successes of Boabdil; and, at least, to foment such disturbances as
might afford the king sufficient time to complete his designs, and
recruit his force by aid of the powers with which he was in league.

The representations of Almamen at length conquered Boabdil's reluctance
to part with his sacred guide; and it was finally arranged that the
Israelite should at once depart from the city.

As Almamen pursued homeward his solitary way, he found himself suddenly
accosted in the Hebrew tongue. He turned hastily, and saw before him an
old man in the Jewish gown: he recognised Elias, one of the wealthiest
and most eminent of the race of Israel.

"Pardon me, wise countryman!" said the Jew, bowing to the earth, "but I
cannot resist the temptation of claiming kindred with one through whom
the horn of Israel may be so triumphantly exalted."

"Hush, man!" said Almamen, quickly, and looking sharply round; "I thy
countryman! Art thou not, as thy speech betokens, an Israelite?"

"Yea," returned the Jew, "and of the same tribe as thy honoured
father--peace be with his ashes! I remembered thee at once, boy
though thou wert when thy steps shook off the dust against Granada.
I remembered thee, I say, at once, on thy return; but I have kept thy
secret, trusting that, through thy soul and genius, thy fallen brethren
might put off sackcloth and feast upon the house-tops."

Almamen looked hard at the keen, sharp, Arab features of the Jew; and at
length he answered, "And how can Israel be restored? wilt thou fight for
her?"

"I am too old, son of Issachar, to bear arms; but our tribes are many,
and our youth strong. Amid these disturbances between dog and dog--"

"The lion may get his own," interrupted Almamen, impetuously,--"let us
hope it. Hast thou heard of the new persecutions against us that the
false Nazarene king has already commenced in Cordova--persecutions that
make the heart sick and the blood cold?"

"Alas!" replied Elias, "such woes indeed have not failed to reach mine
ear; and I have kindred, near and beloved kindred, wealthy and honoured
men, scattered throughout that land."

"Were it not better that they should die on the field than by the rack?"
exclaimed Almamen, fiercely. "God of my fathers! if there be yet a spark
of manhood left amongst thy people, let thy servant fan it to a flame,
that shall burn as the fire burns the stubble, so that the earth may
bare before the blaze!"

"Nay," said Elias, dismayed rather than excited by the vehemence of his
comrade,--"be not rash, son of Issachar, be not rash: peradventure thou
wilt but exasperate the wrath of the rulers, and our substance thereby
will be utterly consumed."

Almamen drew back, placed his hand quietly on the Jew's shoulder, looked
him hard in the face, and, gently laughing, turned away.

Elias did not attempt to arrest his steps. "Impracticable," he muttered;
"impracticable and dangerous! I always thought so. He may do us harm:
were he not so strong and fierce, I would put my knife under his left
rib. Verily, gold is a great thing; and--out on me! the knaves at home
will be wasting the oil, now they know old Elias is abroad." Thereat the
Jew drew his cloak around him, and quickened his pace.

Almamen, in the meanwhile, sought, through dark and subterranean
passages, known only to himself, his accustomed home. He passed much
of the night alone; but, ere the morning star announced to the mountain
tops the presence of the sun, he stood, prepared for his journey, in his
secret vault, by the door of the subterranean passages, with old Ximen
beside him.

"I go, Ximen," said Almamen, "upon a doubtful quest: whether I
discover my daughter, and succeed in bearing her in safety from their
contaminating grasp, or whether I fall into their snares and perish,
there is an equal chance that I may return no more to Granada. Should
this be so, you will be heir to such wealth as I leave in these places
I know that your age will be consoled for the lack of children when your
eyes look upon the laugh of gold."

Ximen bowed low, and mumbled out some inaudible protestations and
thanks. Almamen sighed heavily as he looked round the room. "I have evil
omens in my soul, and evil prophecies in my books," said he, mournfully.
"But the worst is here," he added, putting his finger significantly to
his temples; "the string is stretched--one more blow would snap it."

As he thus said, he opened the door and vanished through that labyrinth
of galleries by which he was enabled at all times to reach unobserved
either the palace of the Alhambra or the gardens without the gates of
the city.

Ximen remained behind a few moments in deep thought. "All mine if he
dies!" said he: "all mine if he does not return! All mine, all mine!
and I have not a child nor a kinsman in the world to clutch it away from
me!" With that he locked the vault, and returned to the upper air.




CHAPTER III. THE FUGITIVE AND THE MEETING

In their different directions the rival kings were equally successful.
Salobrena, but lately conquered by the Christians, was thrown into a
commotion by the first glimpse of Boabdil's banners; the populace rose,
beat back their Christian guards, and opened the gates to the last
of their race of kings. The garrison alone, to which the Spaniards
retreated, resisted Boabdil's arms; and, defended by, impregnable walls,
promised an obstinate and bloody siege.

Meanwhile, Ferdinand had no sooner entered Cordova than his extensive
scheme of confiscation and holy persecution commenced. Not only did more
than five hundred Jews perish in the dark and secret gripe of the Grand
Inquisitor, but several hundred of the wealthiest Christian families, in
whose blood was detected the hereditary Jewish taint, were thrown into
prison; and such as were most fortunate purchased life by the sacrifice
of half their treasures. At this time, however, there suddenly broke
forth a formidable insurrection amongst these miserable subjects--the
Messenians of the Iberian Sparta. The Jews were so far aroused from
their long debasement by omnipotent despair, that a single spark,
falling on the ashes of their ancient spirit, rekindled the flame of the
descendants of the fierce warriors of Palestine. They were encouraged
and assisted by the suspected Christians, who had been involved in
the same persecution; and the whole were headed by a man who appeared
suddenly amongst them, and whose fiery eloquence and martial spirit
produced, at such a season, the most fervent enthusiasm. Unhappily, the
whole details of this singular outbreak are withheld from us; only by
wary hints and guarded allusions do the Spanish chroniclers apprise us
of its existence and its perils. It is clear that all narrative of an
event that might afford the most dangerous precedent, and was alarming
to the pride and avarice of the Spanish king, as well as the pious zeal
of the Church, was strictly forbidden; and the conspiracy was hushed
in the dread silence of the Inquisition, into whose hands the principal
conspirators ultimately fell. We learn, only, that a determined and
sanguinary struggle was followed by the triumph of Ferdinand, and the
complete extinction of the treason.

It was one evening, that a solitary fugitive, hard chased by an armed
troop of the brothers of St. Hermandad, was seen emerging from a wild
and rocky defile, which opened abruptly on the gardens of a small,
and, by the absence of fortification and sentries, seemingly deserted,
castle. Behind him; in the exceeding stillness which characterises the
air of a Spanish twilight, he heard, at a considerable distance the
blast of the horn and the tramp of hoofs. His pursuers, divided into
several detachments, were scouring the country after him, as the
fishermen draw their nets, from bank to bank, conscious that the
prey they drive before the meshes cannot escape them at the last.
The fugitive halted in doubt, and gazed round him: he was well-nigh
exhausted; his eyes were bloodshot; the large drops rolled fast down his
brow; his whole frame quivered and palpitated, like that of a stag when
he stands at bay. Beyond the castle spread a broad plain, far as the eye
could reach, without shrub or hollow to conceal his form: flight
across a space so favourable to his pursuers was evidently in vain. No
alternative was left unless he turned back on the very path taken by the
horsemen, or trusted to such scanty and perilous shelter as the copses
in the castle garden might afford him. He decided on the latter refuge,
cleared the low and lonely wall that girded the demesne, and plunged
into a thicket of overhanging oaks and chestnuts.

At that hour, and in that garden, by the side of a little fountain, were
seated two females: the one of mature and somewhat advanced years; the
other, in the flower of virgin youth. But the flower was prematurely
faded; and neither the bloom, nor sparkle, nor undulating play of
feature, that should have suited her age, was visible in the marble
paleness and contemplative sadness of her beautiful countenance.

"Alas! my young friend," said the elder of these ladies, "it is in these
hours of solitude and calm that we are most deeply impressed with the
nothingness of life. Thou, my sweet convert, art now the object, no
longer of my compassion, but my envy; and earnestly do I feel convinced
of the blessed repose thy spirit will enjoy in the lap of the Mother
Church. Happy are they who die young! but thrice happy they who die in
the spirit rather than the flesh: dead to sin, but not to virtue; to
terror, not to hope; to man, but not to God!"

"Dear senora," replied the young maiden, mournfully, "were I alone on
earth, Heaven is my witness with what deep and thankful resignation I
should take the holy vows, and forswear the past; but the heart remains
human, however divine the hope that it may cherish. And sometimes
I start, and think of home, of childhood, of my strange but beloved
father, deserted and childless in his old age."

"Thine, Leila," returned the elder Senora, "are but the sorrows our
nature is doomed to. What matter, whether absence or death sever the
affections? Thou lamentest a father; I, a son, dead in the pride of his
youth and beauty--a husband, languishing in the fetters of the Moor.
Take comfort for thy sorrows, in the reflection that sorrow is the
heritage of all."

Ere Leila could reply, the orange-boughs that sheltered the spot where
they sat were put aside, and between the women and the fountain stood
the dark form of Almamen the Israelite. Leila rose, shrieked, and flung
herself, unconscious, on his breast.

"O Lord of Israel!" cried Almamen, in atone of deep anguish. "I, then,
at last regain my child? Do I press her to my heart? and is it only
for that brief moment, when I stand upon the brink of death? Leila, my
child, look up! smile upon thy father; let him feel, on his maddening
and burning brow, the sweet breath of the last of his race, and bear
with him, at least, one holy and gentle thought to the dark grave."

"My father! is it indeed my father?" said Leila, recovering herself, and
drawing back, that she might assure herself of that familiar face; "it
is thou! it is--it is! Oh! what blessed chance brings us together?"

"That chance is the destiny that hurries me to my tomb," answered
Almamen, solemnly. "Hark! hear you not the sound of their rushing
steeds--their impatient voices? They are on me now!"

"Who? Of whom speakest thou?"

"My pursuers--the horsemen of the Spaniard."

"Oh, senora, save him!" cried Leila, turning to Donna Inez, whom both
father and child had hitherto forgotten, and who now stood gazing upon
Almamen with wondering and anxious eyes. "Whither can he fly? The vaults
of the castle may conceal him. This way-hasten!"

"Stay," said Inez, trembling, and approaching close to Almamen: "do
I see aright? and, amidst the dark change of years and trial, do I
recognise that stately form, which once contrasted to the sad eye of a
mother the drooping and faded form of her only son? Art thou not he who
saved my boy from the pestilence, who accompanied him to the shores
of Naples, and consigned him to these arms? Look on me! dost thou not
recall the mother of thy friend?"

"I recall thy features dimly and as in a dream," answered the Hebrew;
"and while thou speakest, there rush upon me the memories of an earlier
time, in lands where Leila first looked upon the day, and her mother
sang to me at sunset by the stream of the Euphrates, and on the sites of
departed empires. Thy son--I remember now: I had friendship then with a
Christian--for I was still young."

"Waste not the time--father--senora!" cried Leila, impatiently clinging
still to her father's breast.

"You are right; nor shall your sire, in whom I thus wonderfully
recognise my son's friend, perish if I can save him."

Inez then conducted her strange guest to a small door in the rear of the
castle; and after leading him through some of the principal apartments,
left him in one of the tiring-rooms adjoining her own chamber, and the
entrance to which the arras concealed. She rightly judged this a safer
retreat than the vaults of the castle might afford, since her great
name and known intimacy with Isabel would preclude all suspicion of her
abetting in the escape of the fugitive, and keep those places the most
secure in which, without such aid, he could not have secreted himself.

In a few minutes, several of the troop arrived at the castle, and on
learning the name of its owner contented themselves with searching
the gardens, and the lower and more exposed apartments; and then
recommending to the servants a vigilant look-out remounted, and
proceeded to scour the plain, over which now slowly fell the starlight
and shade of night. When Leila stole, at last, to the room in which
Almamen was hid, she found him, stretched on his mantle, in a deep
sleep. Exhausted by all he had undergone, and his rigid nerves, as it
were, relaxed by the sudden softness of that interview with his child,
the slumber of that fiery wanderer was as calm as an infant's. And their
relation almost seemed reversed; and the daughter to be as a mother
watching over her offspring, when Leila seated herself softly by him,
fixing her eyes--to which the tears came ever, ever to be brushed
away-upon his worn but tranquil features, made yet more serene by the
quiet light that glimmered through the casement. And so passed the
hours of that night; and the father and the child--the meek convert, the
revengeful fanatic--were under the same roof.




CHAPTER IV. ALMAMEN HEARS AND SEES, BUT REFUSES TO BELIEVE; FOR THE BRAIN,
OVERWROUGHT, GROWS DULL, EVEN IN THE KEENEST.

The dawn broke slowly upon the chamber, and Almamen still slept. It was
the Sabbath of the Christians--that day on which the Saviour rose from
the dead--thence named so emphatically and sublimely by the early Church
THE LORD'S DAY.

   [Before the Christian era, the Sunday was, however, called the
   Lord's day--i.e., the day of the Lord the Sun.]

And as the ray of the sun flashed in the east it fell like a glory,
over a crucifix, placed in the deep recess of the Gothic casement; and
brought startlingly before the eyes of Leila that face upon which the
rudest of the Catholic sculptors rarely fail to preserve the mystic and
awful union of the expiring anguish of the man with the lofty patience
of the God. It looked upon her, that face; it invited, it encouraged,
while it thrilled and subdued. She stole gently from the side of her
father; she crept to the spot, and flung herself on her knees beside the
consecrated image.

"Support me, O Redeemer!" she murmured--"support thy creature!
strengthen her steps in the blessed path, though it divide her
irrevocably from all that on earth she loves: and if there be a
sacrifice in her solemn choice, accept, O Thou, the Crucified! accept
it, in part atonement of the crime of her stubborn race; and, hereafter,
let the lips of a maiden of Judaea implore thee, not in vain, for some
mitigation of the awful curse that hath fallen justly upon her tribe."

As broken by low sobs, and in a choked and muttered voice, Leila poured
forth her prayer, she was startled by a deep groan; and turning, in
alarm she saw that Almamen had awaked, and, leaning on his arm, was now
bending upon her his dark eyes, once more gleaming with all their wonted
fire.

"Speak," he said, as she coweringly hid her face, "speak to me, or I
shall be turned to stone by one horrid thought. It is not before that
symbol that thou kneelest in adoration; and my sense wanders, if it tell
me that thy broken words expressed the worship of an apostate? In mercy,
speak!"

"Father!" began Leila; but her lips refused to utter more than that
touching and holy word.

Almamen rose; and plucking the hands from her face, gazed on her some
moments, as if he would penetrate her very soul; and Leila, recovering
her courage in the pause, by degrees met his eyes unquailing--her pure
and ingenuous brow raised to his, and sadness, but not guilt, speaking
from every line of that lovely face.

"Thou dost not tremble," said Almamen, at length, breaking the silence,
"and I have erred. Thou art not the criminal I deemed thee. Come to my
arms!"

"Alas!" said Leila, obeying the instinct, and casting herself upon that
rugged bosom. "I will dare, at least, not to disavow my God. Father! by
that dread anathema which is on our race, which has made us homeless and
powerless--outcasts and strangers in the land; by the persecution
and anguish we have known, teach thy lordly heart that we are rightly
punished for the persecution and the anguish we doomed to Him, whose
footstep hallowed our native earth! FIRST, IN THE HISTORY of THE
WORLD, DID THE STERN HEBREWS INFLICT UPON MANKIND THE AWFUL CRIME OF
PERSECUTION FOR OPINIONS SAKE. The seed we sowed hath brought forth the
Dead Sea fruit upon which we feed. I asked for resignation and for hope:
I looked upon yonder cross, and I found both. Harden not thy heart;
listen to thy child; wise though thou be, and weak though her woman
spirit, listen to me."

"Be dumb!" cried Almamen, in such a voice as might have come from the
charnel, so ghostly and deathly sounded its hollow tone; then, recoiling
some steps, he placed both his hands upon his temples, and muttered,
"Mad, mad! yes, yes, this is but a delirium, and I am tempted with a
devil! Oh, my child!" he resumed, in a voice that became, on the sudden,
inexpressibly tender and imploring, "I have been sorely tried; and I
dreamt a feverish dream of passion and revenge. Be thine the lips, and
thine the soothing hand, that shall wake me from it. Let us fly for ever
from these hated lands; let us leave to these miserable infidels their
bloody contest, careless which shall fall. To a soil on which the iron
heel does not clang, to an air where man's orisons rise, in solitude, to
the Great Jehovah, let us hasten our weary steps. Come! while the castle
yet sleeps, let us forth unseen--the father and the child. We will hold
sweet commune by the way. And hark ye, Leila," he added, in a low and
abrupt whisper, "talk not to me of yonder symbol; for thy God is a
jealous God, and hath no likeness in the graven image."

Had he been less exhausted by long travail and racking thoughts, far
different, perhaps, would have been the language of a man so stern. But
circumstance impresses the hardest substance; and despite his native
intellect and affected superiority over others, no one, perhaps, was
more human, in his fitful moods,--his weakness and his strength, his
passion and his purpose,--than that strange man, who had dared, in his
dark studies and arrogant self-will, to aspire beyond humanity.

That was, indeed, a perilous moment for the young convert. The
unexpected softness of her father utterly subdued her; nor was she
sufficiently possessed of that all-denying zeal of the Catholic
enthusiast to which every human tie and earthly duty has been often
sacrificed on the shrine of a rapt and metaphysical piety. Whatever her
opinions, her new creed, her secret desire of the cloister, fed as it
was by the sublime, though fallacious notion, that in her conversion,
her sacrifice, the crimes of her race might be expiated in the eyes of
Him whose death had been the great atonement of a world; whatever such
higher thoughts and sentiments, they gave way, at that moment, to the
irresistible impulse of household nature and of filial duty. Should she
desert her father, and could that desertion be a virtue? Her heart put
and answered both questions in a breath. She approached Almamen, placed
her hand in his, and said, steadily and calmly, "Father, wheresoever
thou goest, I will wend with thee."

But Heaven ordained to each another destiny than might have been theirs,
had the dictates of that impulse been fulfilled.

Ere Almamen could reply, a trumpet sounded clear and loud at the gate.

"Hark!" he said, griping his dagger, and starting back to a sense of the
dangers round him. "They come--my pursuers and my murtherers!--but these
limbs are sacred from--the rack."

Even that sound of ominous danger was almost a relief to Leila: "I
will go," she said, "and learn what the blast betokens; remain here--be
cautious--I will return."

Several minutes, however, elapsed before Leila reappeared; she was
accompanied by Donna Inez, whose paleness and agitation betokened her
alarm. A courier had arrived at the gate to announce the approach of the
queen, who, with a considerable force, was on her way to join Ferdinand,
then, in the usual rapidity of his movements, before one of the Moorish
towns that had revolted from his allegiance. It was impossible for
Almamen to remain in safety in the castle; and the only hope of escape
was departing immediately and in disguise.

"I have," she said, "a trusty and faithful servant with me in the
castle, to whom I can, without anxiety, confide the charge of your
safety; and even if suspected by the way, my name, and the companionship
of my servant, will remove all obstacles; it is not a long journey hence
to Guadix, which has already revolted to the Moors: there, till the
armies of Ferdinand surround the walls, your refuge may be secure."

Almamen remained for some moments plunged in a gloomy silence. But, at
length, he signified his assent to the plan proposed, and Donna Inez
hastened to give the directions of his intended guide.

"Leila," said the Hebrew, when left alone with his daughter, "think not
that it is for mine own safety that I stoop to this flight from thee.
No! but never till thou wert lost to me, by mine own rash confidence in
another, did I know how dear to my heart was the last scion of my race,
the sole memorial left to me of thy mother's love. Regaining thee once
more, a new and a soft existence opens upon my eyes; and the earth seems
to change, as by a sudden revolution, from winter into spring. For thy
sake, I consent to use all the means that man's intellect can devise for
preservation from my foes. Meanwhile, here will rest my soul; to this
spot, within one week from this period--no matter through what danger I
pass--I shall return: then I shall claim thy promise. I will arrange all
things for our flight, and no stone shall harm thy footstep by the way.
The Lord of Israel be with thee, my daughter, and strengthen thy heart!
But," he added, tearing himself from her embrace, as he heard steps
ascending to the chamber, "deem not that, in this most fond and fatherly
affection, I forget what is due to me and thee. Think not that my
love is only the brute and insensate feeling of the progenitor to the
offspring: I love thee for thy mother's sake--I love thee for thine
own--I love thee yet more for the sake of Israel. If thou perish, if
thou art lost to us, thou, the last daughter of the house of Issachar,
then the haughtiest family of God's great people is extinct."

Here Inez appeared at the door, but withdrew, at the impatient
and lordly gesture of Almamen, who, without further heed of the
interruption, resumed:

"I look to thee, and thy seed, for the regeneration which I once
trusted, fool that I was, mine own day might see effected. Let this
pass. Thou art under the roof of the Nazarene. I will not believe that
the arts we have resisted against fire and sword can prevail with thee.
But, if I err, awful will be the penalty! Could I once know that thou
hadst forsaken thy ancestral creed, though warrior and priest stood by
thee, though thousands and ten thousands were by thy right hand, this
steel should save the race of Issachar from dishonour. Beware! Thou
weepest; but, child, I warn, not threaten. God be with thee!"

He wrung the cold hand of his child, turned to the door, and, after such
disguise as the brief time allowed him could afford, quitted the castle
with his Spanish guide, who, accustomed to the benevolence of his
mistress, obeyed her injunction without wonder, though not without
suspicion.

The third part of an hour had scarcely elapsed, and the sun was yet on
the mountain-tops, when Isabel arrived. She came to announce that
the outbreaks of the Moorish towns in the vicinity rendered the
half-fortified castle of her friend no longer a secure abode; and she
honoured the Spanish lady with a command to accompany her, with her
female suite, to the camp of Ferdinand.

Leila received the intelligence with a kind of stupor. Her interview
with her father, the strong and fearful contests of emotion which that
interview occasioned, left her senses faint and dizzy; and when she
found herself, by the twilight star, once more with the train of
Isabel, the only feeling that stirred actively through her stunned and
bewildered mind, was, that the hand of Providence conducted her from a
temptation that, the Reader of all hearts knew, the daughter and woman
would have been too feeble to resist.

On the fifth day from his departure, Almamen returned to find the castle
deserted, and his daughter gone.




CHAPTER V. IN THE FERMENT OF GREAT EVENTS THE DREGS RISE.

The Israelites did not limit their struggles to the dark conspiracy to
which allusion has been made. In some of the Moorish towns that
revolted from Ferdinand, they renounced the neutrality they had hitherto
maintained between Christian and Moslem. Whether it was that they were
inflamed by the fearful and wholesale barbarities enforced by Ferdinand
and the Inquisition against their tribe, or whether they were stirred up
by one of their own order, in whom was recognised the head of their
most sacred family; or whether, as is most probable, both causes
combined--certain it is, that they manifested a feeling that was
thoroughly unknown to the ordinary habits and policy of that peaceable
people. They bore great treasure to the public stock--they demanded
arms, and, under their own leaders, were admitted, though with much
jealousy and precaution, into the troops of the arrogant and disdainful
Moslems.

In this conjunction of hostile planets, Ferdinand had recourse to his
favourite policy of wile and stratagem. Turning against the Jews the
very treaty Almamen had once sought to obtain in their favour, he caused
it to be circulated, privately, that the Jews, anxious to purchase their
peace with him, had promised to betray the Moorish towns, and Granada
itself into his hands. The paper, which Ferdinand himself had signed in
his interview with Almamen, and of which, on the capture of the Hebrew,
he had taken care to repossess himself, he gave to a spy whom he sent,
disguised as a Jew, into one of the revolted cities.

Private intelligence reached the Moorish ringleader of the arrival of
this envoy. He was seized, and the document found on his person. The
form of the words drawn up by Almamen (who had carefully omitted mention
of his own name--whether that which he assumed, or that which, by birth,
he should have borne) merely conveyed the compact, that if by a Jew,
within two weeks from the date therein specified, Granada was delivered
to the Christian king, the Jews should enjoy certain immunities and
rights.

The discovery of this document filled the Moors of the city to which
the spy had been sent with a fury that no words can describe. Always
distrusting their allies, they now imagined they perceived the sole
reason of their sudden enthusiasm, of their demand for arms. The mob
rose: the principal Jews were seized and massacred without trial;
some by the wrath of the multitude, some by the slower tortures of the
magistrate. Messengers were sent to the different revolted towns, and,
above all, to Granada itself, to put the Moslems on their guard against
these unhappy enemies of either party. At once covetous and ferocious,
the Moors rivalled the Inquisition in their cruelty, and Ferdinand in
their extortion.

It was the dark fate of Almamen, as of most premature and heated
liberators of the enslaved, to double the terrors and the evils he had
sought to cure. The warning arrived at Granada at a time in which the
vizier, Jusef, had received the commands of his royal master, still
at the siege of Salobrena, to use every exertion to fill the wasting
treasuries. Fearful of new exactions against the Moors, the vizier
hailed, as a message from Heaven, so just a pretext for a new and
sweeping impost on the Jews. The spendthrift violence of the mob was
restrained, because it was headed by the authorities, who were wisely
anxious that the state should have no rival in the plunder it required;
and the work of confiscation and robbery was carried on with a majestic
and calm regularity, which redounded no less to the credit of Jusef than
it contributed to the coffers of the king.

It was late, one evening, when Ximen was making his usual round through
the chambers of Almamen's house. As he glanced around at the various
articles of wealth and luxury, he ever and anon burst into a low, fitful
chuckle, rubbed his lean hands, and mumbled out, "If my master should
die! if my master should die!"

While thus engaged, he heard a confused and distant shout; and,
listening attentively, he distinguished a cry, grown of late
sufficiently familiar, of, "Live, Jusef the just--perish, the traitor
Jews!"

"Ah!" said Ximen, as the whole character of his face changed; "some new
robbery upon our race! And this is thy work, son of Issachar! Madman
that thou wert, to be wiser than thy sires, and seek to dupe the
idolaters in the council chamber and the camp--their field, their
vantage ground; as the bazaar and the market-place are ours. None
suspect that the potent santon is the traitor Jew; but I know it! I
could give thee to the bow-string--and, if thou Overt dead, all thy
goods and gold, even to the mule at the manger, would be old Ximen's."

He paused at that thought, shut his eyes, and smiled at the prospect his
fancy conjured up and completing his survey, retired to his own chamber,
which opened, by a small door, upon one of the back courts. He had
scarcely reached the room, when he heard a low tap at the outer door;
and, when it was thrice repeated, he knew that it was one of his
Jewish-brethren. For Ximen--as years, isolation, and avarice gnawed
away whatever of virtue once put forth some meagre fruit from a heart
naturally bare and rocky--still reserved one human feeling towards his
countrymen. It was the bond which unites all the persecuted: and Ximen
loved them, because he could not envy their happiness. The power--the
knowledge--the lofty, though wild designs of his master, stung and
humbled him--he secretly hated, because he could not compassionate or
contemn him. But the bowed frame, and slavish voice, and timid nerves of
his crushed brotherhood presented to the old man the likeness of things
that could not exult over him. Debased and aged, and solitary as he
was, he felt a kind of wintry warmth in the thought that even he had the
power to protect!

He thus maintained an intercourse with his fellow Israelites; and often,
in their dangers, had afforded them a refuge in the numerous vaults
and passages, the ruins of which may still be descried beneath the
mouldering foundations of that mysterious mansion. And, as the house
was generally supposed the property of an absent emir, and had been
especially recommended to the care of the cadis by Boabdil, who alone
of the Moors knew it as one of the dwelling-places of the santon,
whose ostensible residence was in apartments allotted to him within the
palace,--it was, perhaps, the sole place within Granada which afforded
an unsuspected and secure refuge to the hunted Israelites.

When Ximen recognised the wonted signal of his brethren, he crawled to
the door; and, after the precaution of a Hebrew watchword, replied to
in the same tongue, he gave admittance to the tall and stooping frame of
the rich Elias.

"Worthy and excellent master!" said Ximen, after again securing the
entrance; "what can bring the honoured and wealthy Elias to the chamber
of the poor hireling?"

"My friend," answered the Jew; "call me not wealthy, nor honoured. For
years I have dwelt within the city; safe and respected, even by the
Moslemin; verily and because I have purchased with jewel and treasure
the protection of the king and the great men. But now, alas! in the
sudden wrath of the heathen--ever imagining vain things--I have been
summoned into the presence of their chief rabbi, and only escaped the
torture by a sum that ten years of labour and the sweat of my brow
cannot replace. Ximen! the bitterest thought of all is, that the frenzy
of one of our own tribe has brought this desolation upon Israel."

"My lord speaks riddles," said Ximen, with well-feigned astonishment in
his glassy eyes.

"Why dost thou wind and turn, good Ximen?" said the Jew, shaking his
head; "thou knowest well what my words drive at. Thy master is the
pretended Almamen; and that recreant Israelite (if Israelite, indeed,
still be one who hath forsaken the customs and the forms of his
forefathers) is he who hath stirred up the Jews of Cordova and Guadix,
and whose folly hath brought upon us these dread things. Holy Abraham!
this Jew hath cost me more than fifty Nazarenes and a hundred Moors."

Ximen remained silent; and, the tongue of Elias being loosed by the
recollection of his sad loss, the latter continued: "At the first, when
the son of Issachar reappeared, and became a counsellor in the king's
court, I indeed, who had led him, then a child, to the synagogue--for
old Issachar was to me dear as a brother--recognised him by his eyes and
voice: but I exulted in his craft and concealment; I believed he would
work mighty things for his poor brethren, and would obtain, for his
father's friend, the supplying of the king's wives and concubines with
raiment and cloth of price. But years have passed: he hath not lightened
our burthens; and, by the madness that hath of late come over him,
heading the heathen armies, and drawing our brethren into danger and
death, he hath deserved the curse of the synagogue, and the wrath of our
whole race. I find, from our brethren who escaped the Inquisition by
the surrender of their substance, that his unskilful and frantic schemes
were the main pretext for the sufferings of the righteous under the
Nazarene; and, again, the same schemes bring on us the same oppression
from the Moor. Accursed be he, and may his name perish!"

Ximen sighed, but remained silent, conjecturing to what end the Jew
would bring his invectives. He was not long in suspense. After a pause,
Elias recommenced, in an altered and more careless tone, "He is rich,
this son of Issachar--wondrous rich."

"He has treasures scattered over half the cities of Africa and the
Orient," said Ximen.

"Thou seest, then, my friend, that thy master hath doomed me to a heavy
loss. I possess his secret; I could give him up to the king's wrath;
I could bring him to the death. But I am just and meek: let him pay my
forfeiture, and I will forego mine anger."

"Thou dost not know him," said Ximen, alarmed at the thought of
a repayment, which might grievously diminish his own heritage--of
Almamen's effects in Granada.

"But if I threaten him with exposure?"

"Thou wouldst feed the fishes of the Darro," interrupted Ximen. "Nay,
even now, if Almamen learn that thou knowest his birth and race,
tremble! for thy days in the land will be numbered."

"Verily," exclaimed the Jew, in great alarm, "then have I fallen into
the snare; for these lips revealed to him that knowledge."

"Then is the righteous Elias a lost man, within ten days from that in
which Almamen returns to Granada. I know my master: and blood is to him
as water."

"Let the wicked be consumed!" cried Elias, furiously stamping his
foot, while fire flashed from his dark eyes, for the instinct of
self-preservation made him fierce. "Not from me, however," he added,
more calmly, "will come his danger. Know that there be more than a
hundred Jews in this city, who have sworn his death; Jews who, flying
hither from Cordova, have seen their parents murdered and their
substance seized, and who behold, in the son of Issachar, the cause of
the murder and the spoil. They have detected the impostor, and a hundred
knives are whetting even now for his blood: let him look to it. Ximen,
I have spoken to thee as the foolish speak; thou mayest betray me to
thy lord; but from what I have learned of thee from our brethren, I have
poured my heart into thy bosom without fear. Wilt thou betray Israel, or
assist us to smite the traitor?"

Ximen mused for a moment, and his meditation conjured up the treasures
of his master. He stretched forth his right hand to Elias; and when the
Israelites parted, they were friends.




CHAPTER VI. BOADBIL'S RETURN.--THE REAPPEARANCE OF GRANADA.

The third morning from this interview, a rumour reached Granada that
Boabdil had been repulsed in his assault on the citadel of Salobrena
with a severe loss; that Hernando del Pulgar had succeeded in conducting
to its relief a considerable force; and that the army of Ferdinand was
on its march against the Moorish king. In the midst of the excitement
occasioned by these reports, a courier arrived to confirm their truth,
and to announce the return of Boabdil.

At nightfall, the king, preceding his army, entered the city, and
hastened to bury himself in the Alhambra. As he passed dejectedly into
the women's apartments, his stern mother met him.

"My son," she said, bitterly, "dost thou return and not a conqueror?"

Before Boabdil could reply, a light and rapid step sped through the
glittering arcades; and weeping with joy, and breaking all the Oriental
restraints, Amine fell upon his bosom. "My beloved! my king! light of
mine eyes! thou hast returned. Welcome--for thou art safe."

The different form of these several salutations struck Boabdil forcibly.
"Thou seest, my mother," said he, "how great the contrast between
those who love us from affection, and those who love us from pride. In
adversity, God keep me, O my mother, from thy tongue!"

"But I love thee from pride, too," murmured Amine; "and for that reason
is thine adversity dear to me, for it takes thee from the world to make
thee more mine own and I am proud of the afflictions that my hero shares
with his slave."

"Lights there, and the banquet!" cried the king, turning from his
haughty mother; "we will feast and be merry while we may. My adored
Amine, kiss me!"

Proud, melancholy, and sensitive as he was in that hour of reverse,
Boabdil felt no grief: such balm has Love for our sorrows, when its
wings are borrowed from the dove! And although the laws of the Eastern
life confined to the narrow walls of a harem the sphere of Amine's
gentle influence; although, even in romance, THE NATURAL compels us to
portray her vivid and rich colours only in a faint and hasty sketch, yet
still are left to the outline the loveliest and the noblest features of
the sex--the spirit to arouse us to exertion, the softness to console us
in our fall!

While Boabdil and the body of the army remained in the city, Muza,
with a chosen detachment of the horse, scoured the country to visit the
newly-acquired cities, and sustain their courage.

From this charge he was recalled by the army of Ferdinand, which once
more poured down into the Vega, completely devastated its harvests, and
then swept back to consummate the conquests of the revolted towns.
To this irruption succeeded an interval of peace--the calm before the
storm. From every part of Spain, the most chivalric and resolute of the
Moors, taking advantage of the pause in the contest, flocked to Granada;
and that city became the focus of all that paganism in Europe possessed
of brave and determined spirits.

At length, Ferdinand, completing his conquests, and having refilled
his treasury, mustered the whole force of his dominions--forty thousand
foot, and ten thousand horse; and once more, and for the last
time, appeared before the walls of Granada. A solemn and prophetic
determination filled both besiegers and besieged: each felt that the
crowning crisis was at hand.




CHAPTER VII. THE CONFLAGRATION.--THE MAJESTY OF AN INDIVIDUAL PASSION IN THE MIDST OF
HOSTILE THOUSANDS.

It was the eve of a great and general assault upon Granada, deliberately
planned by the chiefs of the Christian army. The Spanish camp (the most
gorgeous Christendom had ever known) gradually grew calm and hushed. The
shades deepened--the stars burned forth more serene and clear. Bright,
in that azure air, streamed the silken tents of the court, blazoned with
heraldic devices, and crowned by gaudy banners, which, filled by a brisk
and murmuring wind from the mountains, flaunted gaily on their gilded
staves. In the centre of the camp rose the pavilion of the queen--a
palace in itself. Lances made its columns; brocade and painted arras
its walls; and the space covered by its numerous compartments would have
contained the halls and outworks of an ordinary castle. The pomp of
that camp realised the wildest dreams of Gothic, coupled with Oriental
splendour; something worthy of a Tasso to have imagined, or a Beckford
to create. Nor was the exceeding costliness of the more courtly tents
lessened in effect by those of the soldiery in the outskirts, many of
which were built from boughs, still retaining their leaves--savage and
picturesque huts;--as if, realising old legends, wild men of the woods
had taken up the cross, and followed the Christian warriors against the
swarthy followers of Termagaunt and Mahound. There, then, extended that
mighty camp in profound repose, as the midnight threw deeper and longer
shadows over the sward from the tented avenues and canvas streets.
It was at that hour that Isabel, in the most private recess of her
pavilion, was employed in prayer for the safety of the king, and the
issue of the Sacred War. Kneeling before the altar of that warlike
oratory, her spirit became rapt and absorbed from earth in the intensity
of her devotions; and in the whole camp (save the sentries), the eyes
of that pious queen were, perhaps, the only ones unclosed. All was
profoundly still; her guards, her attendants, were gone to rest; and
the tread of the sentinel, without that immense pavilion, was not heard
through the silken walls.

It was then that Isabel suddenly felt a strong grasp upon her shoulder,
as she still knelt by the altar. A faint shriek burst from her lips; she
turned, and the broad curved knife of an eastern warrior gleamed close
before her eyes.

"Hush! utter a cry, breathe more loudly than thy wont, and, queen though
thou art, in the centre of swarming thousands, thou diest!"

Such were the words that reached the ear of the royal Castilian,
whispered by a man of stern and commanding, though haggard aspect.

"What is thy purpose? wouldst thou murder me?" said the queen,
trembling, perhaps for the first time, before a mortal presence.

"Thy life is safe, if thou strivest not to delude or to deceive me. Our
time is short--answer me. I am Almamen, the Hebrew. Where is the hostage
rendered to thy hands? I claim my child. She is with thee--I know it. In
what corner of thy camp?"

"Rude stranger!" said Isabel, recovering somewhat from her alarm,--"thy
daughter is removed, I trust for ever, from thine impious reach. She is
not within the camp."

"Lie not, Queen of Castile," said Almamen, raising his knife; "for days
and weeks I have tracked thy steps, followed thy march, haunted even
thy slumbers, though men of mail stood as guards around them; and I
know that my daughter has been with thee. Think not I brave this danger
without resolves the most fierce and dread. Answer me, where is my
child?"

"Many days since," said Isabel, awed, despite herself, by her strange
position,--"thy daughter left the camp for the house of God. It was her
own desire. The Saviour hath received her into His fold."

Had a thousand lances pierced his heart, the vigour and energy of life
could scarce more suddenly have deserted Almamen. The rigid muscles
of his countenance relaxed at once, from resolve and menace, into
unutterable horror, anguish, and despair. He recoiled several steps; his
knees trembled violently; he seemed stunned by a death-blow. Isabel, the
boldest and haughtiest of her sex, seized that moment of reprieve;
she sprang forward, darted through the draperies into the apartments
occupied by her train, and, in a moment, the pavilion resounded with her
cries for aid. The sentinels were aroused; retainers sprang from their
pillows; they heard the cause of the alarm; they made to the spot; when,
ere they reached its partition of silk, a vivid and startling blaze
burst forth upon them. The tent was on fire. The materials fed the flame
like magic. Some of the guards had yet the courage to dash forward;
but the smoke and the glare drove them back, blinded and dizzy. Isabel
herself had scarcely time for escape, so rapid was the conflagration.
Alarmed for her husband, she rushed to his tent--to find him already
awakened by the noise, and issuing from its entrance, his drawn sword
in his hand. The wind, which had a few minutes before but curled the
triumphant banners, now circulated the destroying flame. It spread
from tent to tent, almost as a flash of lightning that shoots along
neighbouring clouds. The camp was in one continued blaze, ere a man
could dream of checking the conflagration.

Not waiting to hear the confused tale of his royal consort, Ferdinand,
exclaiming, "The Moors have done this--they will be on us!" ordered the
drums to beat and the trumpets to sound, and hastened in person,
wrapped merely in his long mantle, to alarm his chiefs. While that
well-disciplined and veteran army, fearing every moment the rally of the
foe, endeavoured rapidly to form themselves into some kind of order, the
flame continued to spread till the whole heavens were illumined. By its
light, cuirass and helmet glowed, as in the furnace, and the armed men
seemed rather like life-like and lurid meteors than human forms. The
city of Granada was brought near to them by the intensity of the glow;
and, as a detachment of cavalry spurred from the camp to meet the
anticipated surprise of the Paynims, they saw, upon the walls and roofs
of Granada, the Moslems clustering and their spears gleaming. But,
equally amazed with the Christians, and equally suspicious of craft
and design, the Moors did not issue from their gates. Meanwhile the
conflagration, as rapid to die as to begin, grew fitful and feeble; and
the night seemed to fall with a melancholy darkness over the ruin of
that silken city.

Ferdinand summoned his council. He had now perceived it was no ambush of
the Moors. The account of Isabel, which, at last, he comprehended; the
strange and almost miraculous manner in which Almamen had baffled his
guards, and penetrated to the royal tent; might have aroused his Gothic
superstition, while it relieved his more earthly apprehensions, if he
had not remembered the singular, but far from supernatural dexterity
with which Eastern warriors and even robbers continued then, as now, to
elude the most vigilant precautions and baffle the most wakeful guards;
and it was evident that the fire which burned the camp of an army had
been kindled merely to gratify the revenge, or favour the escape of an
individual. Shaking, therefore, from his kingly spirit the thrill of
superstitious awe that the greatness of the disaster, when associated
with the name of a sorcerer, at first occasioned, he resolved to make
advantage out of misfortune itself. The excitement, the wrath of the
troops, produced the temper most fit for action.

"And Heaven," said the King of Spain to his knights and chiefs, as
they assembled round him, "has, in this conflagration, announced to the
warriors of the Cross, that henceforth their camp shall be the palaces
of Granada! Woe to the Moslem with to-morrow's sun!"

Arms clanged, and swords leaped from their sheaths, as the Christian
knights echoed the anathema--"WOE TO THE MOSLEM!"






BOOK V.




CHAPTER I. THE GREAT BATTLE.

The day slowly dawned upon that awful night; and the Moors, still upon
the battlements of Granada, beheld the whole army of Ferdinand on its
march towards their wails. At a distance lay the wrecks of the blackened
and smouldering camp; while before them, gaudy and glittering pennons
waving, and trumpets sounding, came the exultant legions of the foe.
The Moors could scarcely believe their senses. Fondly anticipating
the retreat of the Christians, after so signal a disaster, the gay
and dazzling spectacle of their march to the assault filled them with
consternation and alarm.

While yet wondering and inactive, the trumpet of Boabdil was heard
behind; and they beheld the Moorish king, at the head of his guards,
emerging down the avenues that led to the gate. The sight restored and
exhilarated the gazers; and, when Boabdil halted in the space before
the portals, the shout of twenty thousand warriors rose ominously to the
ears of the advancing Christians.

"Men of Granada!" said Boabdil, as soon as the deep and breathless
silence had succeeded to that martial acclamation,--"the advance of the
enemy is to their destruction! In the fire of last night the hand of
Allah wrote their doom. Let us forth, each and all! We will leave our
homes unguarded--our hearts shall be their wall! True, that our numbers
are thinned by famine and by slaughter, but enough of us are yet left
for the redemption of Granada. Nor are the dead departed from us: the
dead fight with us--their souls animate our own. He who has lost a
brother, becomes twice a man. On this battle we will set all. Liberty or
chains! empire or exile! victory or death! Forward!"

He spoke, and gave the rein to his barb. It bounded forward, and cleared
the gloomy arch of the portals, and Boabdil el Chico was the first Moor
who issued from Granada, to that last and eventful field. Out, then,
poured, as a river that rushes from caverns into day, the burnished and
serried files of the Moorish cavalry. Muza came the last, closing the
array. Upon his dark and stern countenance there spoke not the ardent
enthusiasm of the sanguine king. It was locked and rigid; and the
anxieties of the last dismal weeks had thinned his cheeks, and ploughed
deep lines around the firm lips and iron jaw which bespoke the obstinate
and unconquerable resolution of his character.

As Muza now spurred forward, and, riding along the wheeling ranks,
marshalled them in order, arose the acclamation of female voices; and
the warriors, who looked back at the sound, saw that their women--their
wives and daughters, their mothers and their beloved (released from
their seclusion, by a policy which bespoke the desperation of
the cause)--were gazing at them, with outstretched arms, from the
battlements and towers. The Moors knew that they were now to fight for
their hearths and altars in the presence of those who, if they failed,
became slaves and harlots; and each Moslem felt his heart harden like
the steel of his own sabre.

While the cavalry formed themselves into regular squadrons, and the
tramp of the foemen came more near and near, the Moorish infantry,
in miscellaneous, eager, and undisciplined bands, poured out, until,
spreading wide and deep below the walls, Boabdil's charger was seen,
rapidly careering amongst them, as, in short but distinct directions,
or fiery adjurations, he sought at once to regulate their movements, and
confirm their hot but capricious valour.

Meanwhile the Christians had abruptly halted; and the politic Ferdinand
resolved not to incur the full brunt of a whole population, in the first
flush of their enthusiasm and despair. He summoned to his side Hernando
del Pulgar, and bade him, with a troop of the most adventurous and
practised horsemen, advance towards the Moorish cavalry, and endeavour
to draw the fiery valour of Muza away from the main army. Then,
splitting up his force into several sections, he dismissed each to
different stations; some to storm the adjacent towers, others to fire
the surrounding gardens and orchards; so that the action might consist
rather of many battles than of one, and the Moors might lose the
concentration and union, which made, at present, their most formidable
strength.

Thus, while the Mussulmans were waiting in order for the attack, they
suddenly beheld the main body of the Christians dispersing, and, while
yet in surprise and perplexed, they saw the fires breaking out from
their delicious gardens, to the right and left of the walls, and hear
the boom of the Christian artillery against the scattered bulwarks that
guarded the approaches of that city.

At that moment a cloud of dust rolled rapidly towards the post occupied
in the van by Muza, and the shock of the Christian knights, in their
mighty mail, broke upon the centre of the prince's squadron.

Higher, by several inches, than the plumage of his companions, waved
the crest of the gigantic del Pulgar; and, as Moor after Moor went
down before his headlong lance, his voice, sounding deep and sepulchral
through his visor, shouted out--"Death to the infidel!"

The rapid and dexterous horsemen of Granada were not, however,
discomfited by this fierce assault: opening their ranks with
extraordinary celerity, they suffered the charge to pass comparatively
harmless through their centre, and then, closing in one long and
bristling line, cut off the knights from retreat. The Christians wheeled
round, and charged again upon their foe.

"Where art thou, O Moslem dog! that wouldst play the lion'?--Where art
thou, Muza Ben Abil Gazan'?"

"Before thee, Christian!" cried a stern and clear voice; and from
amongst the helmets of his people, gleamed the dazzling turban of the
Moor.

Hernando checked his steed, gazed a moment at his foe, turned back,
for greater impetus to his charge, and, in a moment more, the bravest
warriors of the two armies met, lance to lance.

The round shield of Muza received the Christian's weapon; his own spear
shivered, harmless, upon the breast of the giant. He drew his sword,
whirled it rapidly over his head, and, for some minutes, the eyes of
the bystanders could scarcely mark the marvellous rapidity with which
strokes were given and parried by those redoubted swordsmen.

At length, Hernando, anxious to bring to bear his superior strength,
spurred close to Muza; and, leaving his sword pendant by a thong to his
wrist, seized the shield of Muza in his formidable grasp, and plucked
it away, with a force that the Moor vainly endeavoured to resist:
Muza, therefore, suddenly released his bold; and, ere the Spaniard
had recovered his balance (which was lost by the success of his own
strength, put forth to the utmost), he dashed upon him the hoofs of his
black charger, and with a short but heavy mace, which he caught up from
the saddlebow, dealt Hernando so thundering a blow upon the helmet, that
the giant fell to the ground, stunned and senseless.

To dismount, to repossess himself of his shield, to resume his sabre, to
put one knee to the breast of his fallen foe, was the work of a moment;
and then had Don Hernando del Pulgar been sped, without priest or
surgeon, but that, alarmed by the peril of their most valiant comrade,
twenty knights spurred at once to the rescue, and the points of twenty
lances kept the Lion of Granada from his prey. Thither, with similar
speed, rushed the Moorish champions; and the fight became close and
deadly round the body of the still unconscious Christian. Not an instant
of leisure to unlace the helmet of Hernando, by removing which, alone,
the Moorish blade could find a mortal place, was permitted to Muza; and,
what with the spears and trampling hoofs around him, the situation of
the Paynim was more dangerous than that of the Christian. Meanwhile,
Hernando recovered his dizzy senses; and, made aware of his state,
watched his occasion, and suddenly shook off the knee of the Moor.
With another effort he was on his feet and the two champions stood
confronting each other, neither very eager to renew the combat. But
on foot, Muza, daring and rash as he was, could not but recognise his
disadvantage against the enormous strength and impenetrable armour of
the Christian. He drew back, whistled to his barb, that, piercing the
ranks of the horsemen, was by his side on the instant, remounted,
and was in the midst of the foe, almost ere the slower Spaniard was
conscious of his disappearance.

But Hernando was not delivered from his enemy. Clearing a space around
him, as three knights, mortally wounded, fell beneath his sabre, Muza
now drew from behind his shoulder his short Arabian bow, and shaft after
shaft came rattling upon the mail of the dismounted Christian with
so marvellous a celerity, that, encumbered as he was with his heavy
accoutrements, he was unable either to escape from the spot, or ward off
that arrowy rain; and felt that nothing but chance, or Our Lady, could
prevent the death which one such arrow would occasion, if it should find
the opening of the visor, or the joints of the hauberk.

"Mother of Mercy," groaned the knight, perplexed and enraged, "let not
thy servant be shot down like a hart, by this cowardly warfare; but, if
I must fall, be it with mine enemy, grappling hand to hand."

While yet muttering this short invocation, the war-cry of Spain was
heard hard by, and the gallant company of Villena was seen scouring
across the plain to the succour of their comrades. The deadly attention
of Muza was distracted from individual foes, however eminent; he wheeled
round, re-collected his men, and, in a serried charge, met the new enemy
in midway.

While the contest thus fared in that part of the field, the scheme of
Ferdinand had succeeded so far as to break up the battle in detached
sections. Far and near, plain, grove, garden, tower, presented each the
scene of obstinate and determined conflict. Boabdil, at the head of
his chosen guard, the flower of the haughtier tribe of nobles who were
jealous of the fame and blood of the tribe of Muza, and followed also
by his gigantic Ethiopians, exposed his person to every peril, with the
desperate valour of a man who feels his own stake is greatest in the
field. As he most distrusted the infantry, so amongst the infantry he
chiefly bestowed his presence; and wherever he appeared, he sufficed,
for the moment, to turn the changes of the engagement. At length, at
mid-day Ponce de Leon led against the largest detachment of the Moorish
foot a strong and numerous battalion of the best-disciplined and veteran
soldiery of Spain. He had succeeded in winning a fortress, from which
his artillery could play with effect; and the troops he led were
composed, partly of men flushed with recent triumph, and partly of
a fresh reserve, now first brought into the field. A comely and a
breathless spectacle it was to behold this Christian squadron emerging
from a blazing copse, which they fired on their march; the red light
gleaming on their complete armour, as, in steady and solemn order, they
swept on to the swaying and clamorous ranks of the Moorish infantry.
Boabdil learned the danger from his scouts; and hastily quitting a
tower from which he had for a while repulsed a hostile legion, he threw
himself into the midst of the battalions menaced by the skilful Ponce
de Leon. Almost at the same moment, the wild and ominous apparition of
Almamen, long absent from the eyes of the Moors, appeared in the same
quarter, so suddenly and unexpectedly, that none knew whence he had
emerged; the sacred standard in his left hand--his sabre, bared and
dripping gore, in his right--his face exposed, and its powerful features
working with an excitement that seemed inspired; his abrupt presence
breathed a new soul into the Moors.

"They come! they come!" he shrieked aloud. "The God of the East hath
delivered the Goth into your hands!" From rank to rank--from line to
line--sped the santon; and, as the mystic banner gleamed before
the soldiery, each closed his eyes and muttered an "amen" to his
adjurations. And now, to the cry of "Spain and St. Iago," came trampling
down the relentless charge of the Christian war. At the same instant,
from the fortress lately taken by Ponce de Leon, the artillery opened
upon the Moors, and did deadly havoc. The Moslems wavered a moment when
before them gleamed the white banner of Almamen; and they beheld him
rushing, alone and on foot, amidst the foe. Taught to believe the war
itself depended on the preservation of the enchanted banner, the Paynims
could not see it thus rashly adventured without anxiety and shame: they
rallied, advanced firmly, and Boabdil himself, with waving cimiter and
fierce exclamations, dashed impetuously at the head of his guards and
Ethiopians into the affray. The battle became obstinate and bloody.
Thrice the white banner disappeared amidst the closing ranks; and
thrice, like a moon from the clouds, it shone forth again--the light and
guide of the Pagan power.

The day ripened; and the hills already cast lengthening shadows over the
blazing groves and the still Darro, whose waters, in every creek where
the tide was arrested, ran red with blood, when Ferdinand, collecting
his whole reserve, descended from the eminence on which hitherto he had
posted himself. With him moved three thousand foot and a thousand horse,
fresh in their vigour, and panting for a share in that glorious day.
The king himself, who, though constitutionally fearless, from motives
of policy rarely perilled his person, save on imminent occasions, was
resolved not to be outdone by Boabdil; and armed cap-a-pied in mail, so
wrought with gold that it seemed nearly all of that costly metal, with
his snow-white plumage waving above a small diadem that surmounted his
lofty helm, he seemed a fit leader to that armament of heroes. Behind
him flaunted the great gonfanon of Spain, and trump and cymbal heralded
his approach. The Count de Tendilla rode by his side.

"Senor," said Ferdinand, "the infidels fight hard; but they are in the
snare--we are about to close the nets upon them. But what cavalcade is
this?"

The group that thus drew the king's attention consisted of six squires,
bearing, on a martial litter, composed of shields, the stalwart form of
Hernando del Pulgar.

"Ah, the dogs!" cried the king, as he recognised the pale features of
the darling of the army,--"have they murdered the bravest knight that
ever fought for Christendom?"

"Not that, your majesty," quoth he of the Exploits, faintly, "but I am
sorely stricken."

"It must have been more than man who struck thee down," said the king.

"It was the mace of Muza Ben Abil Gazan, an please you, sire," said one
of the squires; "but it came on the good knight unawares, and long after
his own arm had seemingly driven away the Pagan."

"We will avenge thee well," said the king, setting his teeth: "let our
own leeches tend thy wounds. Forward, sir knights! St. Iago and Spain!"

The battle had now gathered to a vortex; Muza and his cavalry had
joined Boabdil and the Moorish foot. On the other hand, Villena had
been reinforced by detachments that in almost every other quarter of the
field had routed the foe. The Moors had been driven back, though inch
by inch; they were now in the broad space before the very walls of the
city, which were still crowded by the pale and anxious faces of the aged
and the women: and, at every pause in the artillery, the voices that
spoke of HOME were borne by that lurid air to the ears of the infidels.
The shout that rang through the Christian force as Ferdinand now joined
it struck like a death-knell upon the last hope of Boabdil. But the
blood of his fierce ancestry burned in his veins, and the cheering
voice of Almamen, whom nothing daunted, inspired him with a kind of
superstitious frenzy.

"King against king--so be it! Let Allah decide between us!" cried the
Moorish monarch. "Bind up this wound 'tis well! A steed for the santon!
Now, my prophet and my friend, mount by the side of thy king--let us, at
least, fall together. Lelilies! Lelilies!"

Throughout the brave Christian ranks went a thrill of reluctant
admiration, as they beheld the Paynim king, conspicuous by his fair
beard and the jewels of his harness, lead the scanty guard yet left to
him once more into the thickest of their lines. Simultaneously Muza and
his Zegris made their fiery charge; and the Moorish infantry, excited by
the example of their leaders, followed with unslackened and dogged
zeal. The Christians gave way--they were beaten back: Ferdinand spurred
forward; and, ere either party were well aware of it, both kings met in
the same melee: all order and discipline, for the moment, lost, general
and monarch were, as common soldiers, fighting hand to hand. It was then
that Ferdinand, after bearing down before his lance Naim Reduon, second
only to Muza in the songs of Granada, beheld opposed to him a strange
form, that seemed to that royal Christian rather fiend than man: his
raven hair and beard, clotted with blood, hung like snakes about a
countenance whose features, naturally formed to give expression to the
darkest passions, were distorted with the madness of despairing rage.
Wounded in many places, the blood dabbled his mail; while, over
his head, he waved the banner wrought with mystic characters, which
Ferdinand had already been taught to believe the workmanship of demons.

"Now, perjured king of the Nazarenes!" shouted this formidable champion,
"we meet at last!--no longer host and guest, monarch and dervise, but
man to man! I am Almamen! Die!"

He spoke; and his sword descended so fiercely on that anointed head that
Ferdinand bent to his saddle-bow. But the king quickly recovered his
seat, and gallantly met the encounter; it was one that might have tasked
to the utmost the prowess of his bravest knight. Passions which, in
their number, their nature, and their excess, animated no other champion
on either side, gave to the arm of Almamen the Israelite a preternatural
strength; his blows fell like rain upon the harness of the king; and
the fiery eyes, the gleaming banner of the mysterious sorcerer, who
had eluded the tortures of his Inquisition,--who had walked unscathed
through the midst of his army,--whose single hand had consumed the
encampment of a host, filled the stout heart of a king with a belief
that he encountered no earthly foe. Fortunately, perhaps, for Ferdinand
and Spain, the contest did not last long. Twenty horsemen spurred into
the melee to the rescue of the plumed diadem: Tendilla arrived the
first; with a stroke of his two-handed sword, the white banner was cleft
from its staff, and fell to the earth. At that sight the Moors round
broke forth in a wild and despairing cry: that cry spread from rank to
rank, from horse to foot; the Moorish infantry, sorely pressed on all
sides, no sooner learned the disaster than they turned to fly: the rout
was as fatal as it was sudden. The Christian reserve, just brought into
the field, poured down upon them with a simultaneous charge. Boabdil,
too much engaged to be the first to learn the downfall of the sacred
insignia, suddenly saw himself almost alone, with his diminished
Ethiopians and a handful of his cavaliers.

"Yield thee, Boabdil el Chico!" cried Tendilla, from his rear, "or thou
canst not be saved."

"By the Prophet, never!" exclaimed the king: and he dashed his barb
against the wall of spears behind him; and with but a score or so of his
guard, cut his way through the ranks that were not unwilling, perhaps,
to spare so brave a foe. As he cleared the Spanish battalions, the
unfortunate monarch checked his horse for a moment and gazed along the
plain: he beheld his army flying in all directions, save in that single
spot where yet glittered the turban of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. As he
gazed, he heard the panting nostrils of the chargers behind, and saw the
levelled spears of a company despatched to take him, alive or dead, by
the command of Ferdinand. He laid the reins upon his horse's neck and
galloped into the city--three lances quivered against the portals as he
disappeared through the shadows of the arch. But while Muza remained,
all was not yet lost: he perceived the flight of the infantry and the
king, and with his followers galloped across the plain: he came in time
to encounter and slay, to a man, the pursuers of Boabdil; he then threw
himself before the flying Moors:

"Do ye fly in the sight of your wives and daughters? Would ye not rather
they beheld ye die?"

A thousand voices answered him. "The banner is in the hands of the
infidel--all is lost!" They swept by him, and stopped not till they
gained the gates.

But still a small and devoted remnant of the Moorish cavaliers remained
to shed a last glory over defeat itself. With Muza, their soul and
centre, they fought every atom of ground: it was, as the chronicler
expresses it, as if they grasped the soil with their arms. Twice they
charged into the midst of the foe: the slaughter they made doubled their
own number; but, gathering on and closing in, squadron upon squadron,
came the whole Christian army--they were encompassed, wearied out,
beaten back, as by an ocean. Like wild beasts, driven, at length, to
their lair, they retreated with their faces to the foe; and when Muza
came, the last--his cimiter shivered to the hilt,--he had scarcely
breath to command the gates to be closed and the portcullis lowered, ere
he fell from his charger in a sudden and deadly swoon, caused less by
his exhaustion than his agony and shame. So ended the last battle fought
for the Monarchy of Granada!




CHAPTER II. THE NOVICE.

It was in one of the cells of a convent renowned for the piety of its
inmates and the wholesome austerity of its laws that a young novice sat
alone. The narrow casement was placed so high in the cold grey wall as
to forbid to the tenant of the cell the solace of sad or the distraction
of pious thoughts, which a view of the world without might afford.
Lovely, indeed, was the landscape that spread below; but it was barred
from those youthful and melancholy eyes: for Nature might tempt to a
thousand thoughts, not of a tenor calculated to reconcile the heart to
an eternal sacrifice of the sweet human ties. But a faint and partial
gleam of sunshine broke through the aperture and made yet more cheerless
the dreary aspect and gloomy appurtenances of the cell. And the young
novice seemed to carry on within herself that struggle of emotions
without which there is no victory in the resolves of virtue: sometimes
she wept bitterly, but with a low, subdued sorrow, which spoke rather of
despondency than passion; sometimes she raised her head from her breast,
and smiled as she looked upward, or as her eyes rested on the crucifix
and the death's head that were placed on the rude table by the pallet
on which she sat. They were emblems of death here, and life hereafter,
which, perhaps, afforded to her the sources of a twofold consolation.

She was yet musing, when a slight tap at the door was heard, and the
abbess of the convent appeared.

"Daughter," said she, "I have brought thee the comfort of a sacred
visitor. The Queen of Spain, whose pious tenderness is maternally
anxious for thy full contentment with thy lot, has sent hither a holy
friar, whom she deems more soothing in his counsels than our brother
Tomas, whose ardent zeal often terrifies those whom his honest spirit
only desires to purify and guide. I will leave him with thee. May
the saints bless his ministry!" So saying the abbess retired from the
threshold, making way for a form in the garb of a monk, with the hood
drawn over the face. The monk bowed his head meekly, advanced into the
cell, closed the door, and seated himself, on a stool--which, save the
table and the pallet, seemed the sole furniture of the dismal chamber.

"Daughter," said he, after a pause, "it is a rugged and a mournful
lot this renunciation of earth and all its fair destinies and soft
affections, to one not wholly prepared and armed for the sacrifice.
Confide in me, my child; I am no dire inquisitor, seeking to distort
thy words to thine own peril. I am no bitter and morose ascetic. Beneath
these robes still beats a human heart that can sympathise with human
sorrows. Confide in me without fear. Dost thou not dread the fate they
would force upon thee? Dost thou not shrink back? Wouldst thou not be
free?"

"No," said the poor novice; but the denial came faint and irresolute
from her lips.

"Pause," said the friar, growing more earnest in his tone: "pause--there
is yet time."

"Nay," said the novice, looking up with some surprise in her
countenance; "nay, even were I so weak, escape now is impossible. What
hand could unbar the gates of the convent?"

"Mine!" cried the monk, with impetuosity. "Yes, I have that power. In
all Spain, but one man can save thee, and I am he."

"You!" faltered the novice, gazing at her strange visitor with mingled
astonishment and alarm. "And who are you that could resist the fiat of
that Tomas de Torquemada, before whom, they tell me, even the crowned
heads of Castile and Arragon veil low?"

The monk half rose, with an impatient and almost haughty start, at
this interrogatory; but, reseating himself, replied, in a deep and
half-whispered voice "Daughter, listen to me! It is true, that Isabel of
Spain (whom the Mother of Mercy bless! for merciful to all is her secret
heart, if not her outward policy)--it is true that Isabel of Spain,
fearful that the path to Heaven might be made rougher to thy feet than
it well need be (there was a slight accent of irony in the monk's voice
as he thus spoke), selected a friar of suasive eloquence and gentle
manners to visit thee. He was charged with letters to yon abbess from
the queen. Soft though the friar, he was yet a hypocrite. Nay, hear me
out! he loved to worship the rising sun; and he did not wish always to
remain a simple friar, while the Church had higher dignities of this
earth to bestow. In the Christian camp, daughter, there was one who
burned for tidings of thee,--whom thine image haunted--who, stern as
thou wert to him, loved thee with a love he knew not of, till thou
wert lost to him. Why dost thou tremble, daughter? listen, yet! To that
lover, for he was one of high birth, came the monk; to that lover the
monk sold his mission. The monk will have a ready tale, that he was
waylaid amidst the mountains by armed men, and robbed of his letters
to the abbess. The lover took his garb, and he took the letters; and he
hastened hither. Leila! beloved Leila! behold him at thy feet!"

The monk raised his cowl; and, dropping on his knee beside her,
presented to her gaze the features of the Prince of Spain.

"You!" said Leila, averting her countenance, and vainly endeavouring to
extricate the hand which he had seized. "This is indeed cruel. You, the
author of so many sufferings--such calumny--such reproach!"

"I will repair all," said Don Juan, fervently. "I alone, I repeat it,
have the power to set you free. You are no longer a Jewess; you are one
of our faith; there is now no bar upon our loves. Imperious though my
father,--all dark and dread as is this new POWER which he is rashly
erecting in his dominions, the heir of two monarchies is not so poor in
influence and in friends as to be unable to offer the woman of his love
an inviolable shelter alike from priest and despot. Fly with me!--quit
this dreary sepulchre ere the last stone close over thee for ever! I
have horses, I have guards at hand. This night it can be arranged. This
night--oh, bliss!--thou mayest be rendered up to earth and love!"

"Prince," said Leila, who had drawn herself from Juan's grasp during
this address, and who now stood at a little distance erect and proud,
"you tempt me in vain; or, rather you offer me no temptation. I have
made my choice; I abide by it."

"Oh! bethink thee," said the prince, in a voice of real and imploring
anguish; "bethink thee well of the consequences of thy refusal. Thou
canst not see them yet; thine ardour blinds thee. But, when hour
after hour, day after day, year after year, steals on in the
appalling monotony of this sanctified prison; when thou shalt see thy
youth--withering without love--thine age without honour; when thy heart
shall grow as stone within thee, beneath the looks of you icy spectres;
when nothing shall vary the aching dulness of wasted life save a longer
fast or a severer penance: then, then will thy grief be rendered tenfold
by the despairing and remorseful thought, that thine own lips sealed
thine own sentence. Thou mayest think," continued Juan, with rapid
eagerness, "that my love to thee was at first light and dishonouring. Be
it so. I own that my youth has passed in idle wooings, and the mockeries
of affection. But for the first time in my life I feel that--I love. Thy
dark eyes--thy noble beauty--even thy womanly scorn, have fascinated me.
I--never yet disdained where I have been a suitor--acknowledge, at last,
that there is a triumph in the conquest of a woman's heart. Oh, Leila!
do not--do not reject me. You know not how rare and how deep a love you
cast away."

The novice was touched: the present language of Don Juan was so
different from what it had been before; the earnest love that breathed
in his voice--that looked from his eyes, struck a chord in her breast;
it reminded her of her own unconquered, unconquerable love for the lost
Muza. She was touched, then--touched to tears; but her resolves were not
shaken.

"Oh, Leila!" resumed the prince, fondly, mistaking the nature of her
emotion, and seeking to pursue the advantage he imagined he had gained,
"look at yonder sunbeam, struggling through the loophole of thy cell. Is
it not a messenger from the happy world? does it not plead for me? does
it not whisper to thee of the green fields and the laughing vineyards,
and all the beautiful prodigality of that earth thou art about to
renounce for ever? Dost thou dread my love? Are the forms around thee,
ascetic and lifeless, fairer to thine eyes than mine? Dost thou doubt
my power to protect thee? I tell thee that the proudest nobles of Spain
would flock around my banner, were it necessary to guard thee by force
of arms. Yet, speak the word--be mine--and I will fly hence with thee
to climes where the Church has not cast out its deadly roots, and,
forgetful of crowns and cares, live alone for thee: Ah, speak!"

"My lord," said Leila, calmly, and rousing herself to the necessary
effort, "I am deeply and sincerely grateful for the interest you
express--for the affection you avow. But you deceive yourself. I have
pondered well over the alternative I have taken. I do not regret nor
repent--much less would I retract it. The earth that you speak of, full
of affections and of bliss to others, has no ties, no allurements for
me. I desire only peace, repose, and an early death."

"Can it be possible," said the prince, growing pale, "that thou lovest
another? Then, indeed, and then only, would my wooing be in vain."

The cheek of the novice grew deeply flushed, but the color soon
subsided; she murmured to herself, "Why should I blush to own it now?"
and then spoke aloud: "Prince, I trust I have done with the world; and
bitter the pang I feel when you call me back to it. But you merit my
candour; I have loved another; and in that thought, as in an urn, lie
the ashes of all affection. That other is of a different faith. We may
never--never meet again below, but it is a solace to pray that we may
meet above. That solace, and these cloisters, are dearer to me than all
the pomp, all the pleasures, of the world."

The prince sank down, and, covering his face with his hands, groaned
aloud--but made no reply.

"Go, then, Prince of Spain," continued the novice; "son of the noble
Isabel, Leila is not unworthy of her cares. Go, and pursue the great
destinies that await you. And if you forgive--if you still cherish a
thought of--the poor Jewish maiden, soften, alleviate, mitigate,
the wretched and desperate doom that awaits the fallen race she has
abandoned for thy creed."

"Alas, alas!" said the prince, mournfully; "thee alone, perchance, of
all thy race, I could have saved from the bigotry that is fast covering
this knightly land like the rising of an irresistible sea--and thou
rejectest me! Take time, at least, to pause--to consider. Let me see
thee again tomorrow."

"No, prince, no--not again! I will keep thy secret only if I see thee no
more. If thou persist in a suit that I feel to be that of sin and shame,
then, indeed, mine honour--"

"Hold!" interrupted Juan, with haughty impatience, "I torment, I harass
you no more. I release you from my importunity. Perhaps already I
have stooped too low." He drew the cowl over his features, and strode
sullenly to the door; but, turning for one last gaze on the form that
had so strangely fascinated a heart capable of generous emotions, the
meek and despondent posture of the novice, her tender youth, her
gloomy fate, melted his momentary pride and resentment. "God bless and
reconcile thee, poor child!" he said, in a voice choked with contending
passions--and the door closed upon his form.

"I thank thee, Heaven, that it was not Muza!" muttered Leila, breaking
from a reverie in which she seemed to be communing with her own soul:
"I feel that I could not have resisted him." With that thought she knelt
down, in humble and penitent self-reproach, and prayed for strength.

Ere she had risen from her supplications, her solitude was again invaded
by Torquemada, the Dominican.

This strange man, though the author of cruelties at which nature
recoils, had some veins of warm and gentle feeling streaking, as it
were, the marble of his hard character; and when he had thoroughly
convinced himself of the pure and earnest zeal of the young convert, he
relaxed from the grim sternness he had at first exhibited towards her.
He loved to exert the eloquence he possessed, in raising her spirit,
in reconciling her doubts. He prayed for her, and he prayed beside her,
with passion and with tears.

He stayed long with the novice; and, when he left her, she was, if
not happy, at least contented. Her warmest wish now was to abridge the
period of her novitiate, which, at her desire, the Church had already
rendered merely a nominal probation. She longed to put irresolution
out of her power, and to enter at once upon the narrow road through the
strait gate.

The gentle and modest piety of the young novice touched the sisterhood;
she was endeared to all of them. Her conversion was an event that broke
the lethargy of their stagnant life. She became an object of general
interest, of avowed pride, of kindly compassion; and their kindness to
her, who from her cradle had seen little of her own sex, had a great
effect towards calming and soothing her mind. But, at night, her dreams
brought before her the dark and menacing countenance of her father.
Sometimes he seemed to pluck her from the gates of heaven, and to sink
with her into the yawning abyss below. Sometimes she saw him with her
beside the altar, but imploring her to forswear the Saviour, before
whose crucifix she knelt. Occasionally her visions were haunted, also,
with Muza--but in less terrible guise She saw his calm and melancholy
eyes fixed upon her; and his voice asked, "Canst thou take a vow that
makes it sinful to remember me?"

The night, that usually brings balm and oblivion to the sad, was thus
made more dreadful to Leila than the day.

Her health grew feebler, and feebler, but her mind still was firm. In
happier time and circumstance that poor novice would have been a great
character; but she was one of the countless victims the world knows
not of, whose virtues are in silent motives, whose struggles are in the
solitary heart.

Of the prince she heard and saw no more. There were times when she
fancied, from oblique and obscure hints, that the Dominican had been
aware of Don Juan's disguise and visit. But, if so, that knowledge
appeared only to increase the gentleness, almost the respect, which
Torquemada manifested towards her. Certainly, since that day, from some
cause or other the priest's manner had been softened when he addressed
her; and he who seldom had recourse to other arts than those of censure
and of menace, often uttered sentiments half of pity and half of praise.

Thus consoled and supported in the day,--thus haunted and terrified by
night, but still not repenting her resolve, Leila saw the time glide on
to that eventful day when her lips were to pronounce that irrevocable
vow which is the epitaph of life. While in this obscure and remote
convent progressed the history of an individual, we are summoned back to
witness the crowning fate of an expiring dynasty.




CHAPTER III. THE PAUSE BETWEEN DEFEAT AND SURRENDER.

The unfortunate Boabdil plunged once more amidst the recesses of the
Alhambra. Whatever his anguish or his despondency, none were permitted
to share, or even to witness, his emotions. But he especially resisted
the admission to his solitude, demanded by his mother, implored by his
faithful Amine, and sorrowfully urged by Muza: those most loved, or most
respected, were, above all, the persons from whom he most shrank.

Almamen was heard of no more. It was believed that he had perished in
the battle. But he was one of those who, precisely as they are effective
when present, are forgotten in absence. And, in the meanwhile, as the
Vega was utterly desolated, and all supplies were cut off, famine, daily
made more terrifically severe, diverted the attention of each humbler
Moor from the fall of the city to his individual sufferings.

New persecutions fell upon the miserable Jews. Not having taken any
share in the conflict (as was to be expected from men who had no stake
in the country which they dwelt in, and whose brethren had been taught
so severe a lesson upon the folly of interference), no sentiment of
fellowship in danger mitigated the hatred and loathing with which they
were held; and as, in their lust of gain, many of them continued, amidst
the agony and starvation of the citizens, to sell food at enormous
prices, the excitement of the multitude against them--released by the
state of the city from all restraint and law--made itself felt by the
most barbarous excesses. Many of the houses of the Israelites were
attacked by the mob, plundered, razed to the ground, and the owner
tortured to death, to extort confession of imaginary wealth. Not to
sell what was demanded was a crime; to sell it was a crime also. These
miserable outcasts fled to whatever secret places the vaults of their
houses or the caverns in the hills within the city could yet afford
them, cursing their fate, and almost longing even for the yoke of the
Christian bigots.

Thus passed several days; the defence of the city abandoned to its naked
walls and mighty gates. The glaring sun looked down upon closed shops
and depopulated streets, save when some ghostly and skeleton band of
the famished poor collected, in a sudden paroxysm of revenge or despair,
around the stormed and fired mansion of a detested Israelite.

At length Boabdil aroused himself from his seclusion; and Muza, to his
own surprise, was summoned to the presence of the king. He found Boabdil
in one of the most gorgeous halls of his gorgeous palace.

Within the Tower of Comares is a vast chamber, still called the hall
of the Ambassadors. Here it was that Boabdil now held his court. On the
glowing walls hung trophies and banners, and here and there an Arabian
portrait of some bearded king. By the windows, which overlooked the most
lovely banks of the Llarro, gathered the santons and alfaquis, a little
apart from the main crowd. Beyond, through half-veiling draperies, might
be seen the great court of the Alberca, whose peristyles were hung with
flowers; while, in the centre, the gigantic basin, which gives its name
to the court, caught the sunlight obliquely, and its waves glittered on
the eye from amidst the roses that then clustered over it.

In the audience hall itself, a canopy, over the royal cushions on which
Boabdil reclined, was blazoned with the heraldic insignia of Granada's
monarchs. His guard, and his mutes, and his eunuchs, and his courtiers,
and his counsellors, and his captains, were ranged in long files on
either side the canopy. It seemed the last flicker of the lamp of the
Moorish empire, that hollow and unreal pomp! As Muza approached the
monarch, he was startled by the change of his countenance: the young
and beautiful Boabdil seemed to have grown suddenly old; his eyes were
sunken, his countenance sown with wrinkles, and his voice sounded broken
and hollow on the ears of his kinsman.

"Come hither, Muza," said he; "seat thyself beside me, and listen as
thou best canst to the tidings we are about to hear."

As Muza placed himself on a cushion, a little below the king, Boabdil
motioned to one amongst the crowd. "Hamet," said he, "thou hast examined
the state of the Christian camp; what news dost thou bring?"

"Light of the Faithful," answered the Moor, "it is a camp no longer--it
has already become a city. Nine towns of Spain were charged with the
task; stone has taken the place of canvas; towers and streets arise like
the buildings of a genius; and the misbelieving king hath sworn that
this new city shall not be left until Granada sees his standard on its
walls."

"Go on," said Boabdil, calmly.

"Traders and men of merchandise flock thither daily; the spot is one
bazaar; all that should supply our famishing country pours its plenty
into their mart."

Boabdil motioned to the Moor to withdraw, and an alfaqui advanced in his
stead.

"Successor of the Prophet, and darling of the world!" said the reverend
man, "the alfaquis and seers of Granada implore thee on their knees to
listen to their voice. They have consulted the Books of Fate; thy have
implored a sign from the Prophet; and they find that the glory has left
thy people and thy crown. The fall of Granada is predestined; God is
great!"

"You shall have my answer forthwith," said Boabdil. "Abdelemic,
approach."

From the crowd came an aged and white-bearded man, the governor of the
city.

"Speak, old man," said the king.

"Oh, Boabdil!" said the veteran, with faltering tones, while the tears
rolled down his cheeks; "son of a race of kings and heroes! would that
thy servant had fallen dead on thy threshold this day, and that the
lips of a Moorish noble had never been polluted by the words that I
now utter! Our state is hopeless; our granaries are as the sands of the
desert: there is in them life neither for beast nor man. The war-horse
that bore the hero is now consumed for his food; the population of thy
city, with one voice, cry for chains and--bread! I have spoken."

"Admit the Ambassador of Egypt," said Boabdil, as Abdelmelic retired.
There was a pause: one of the draperies at the end of the hall was drawn
aside; and with the slow and sedate majesty of their tribe and land,
paced forth a dark and swarthy train, the envoys of the Egyptian soldan.
Six of the band bore costly presents of gems and weapons, and the
procession closed with four veiled slaves, whose beauty had been the
boast of the ancient valley of the Nile.

"Sun of Granada and day--star of the faithful!" said the chief of the
Egyptians, "my lord, the Soldan of Egypt, delight of the world, and
rose-tree of the East, thus answers to the letters of Boabdil. He
grieves that he cannot send the succour thou demandest; and informing
himself of the condition of thy territories, he finds that Granada no
longer holds a seaport by which his forces (could he send them) might
find an entrance into Spain. He implores thee to put thy trust in Allah,
who will not desert his chosen ones, and lays these gifts, in pledge of
amity and love, at the feet of my lord the king."

"It is a gracious and well-timed offering," said Boabdil, with a
writhing lip; "we thank him." There was now a long and dead silence as
the ambassadors swept from the hall of audience, when Boabdil suddenly
raised his head from his breast and looked around his hall with a kingly
and majestic look: "Let the heralds of Ferdinand of Spain approach."

A groan involuntarily broke from the breast of Muza: it was echoed by
a murmur of abhorrence and despair from the gallant captains who stood
around; but to that momentary burst succeeded a breathless silence, as
from another drapery, opposite the royal couch, gleamed the burnished
mail of the knights of Spain. Foremost of these haughty visitors, whose
iron heels clanked loudly on the tesselated floor, came a noble and
stately form, in full armour, save the helmet, and with a mantle of
azure velvet, wrought with the silver cross that made the badge of the
Christian war. Upon his manly countenance was visible no sign of undue
arrogance or exultation; but something of that generous pity which brave
men feel for conquered foes dimmed the lustre of his commanding eye, and
softened the wonted sternness of his martial bearing. He and his train
approached the king with a profound salutation of respect; and falling
back, motioned to the herald that accompanied him, and whose garb,
breast and back, was wrought with the arms of Spain, to deliver himself
of his mission.

"To Boabdil!" said the herald, with a loud voice, that filled the whole
expanse, and thrilled with various emotions the dumb assembly. "To
Boabdil el Chico, King of Granada, Ferdinand of Arragon and Isabel of
Castile send royal greeting. They command me to express their hope that
the war is at length concluded; and they offer to the King of Granada
such terms of capitulation as a king, without dishonour, may receive.
In the stead of this city, which their Most Christian Majesties will
restore to their own dominion, as is just, they offer, O king, princely
territories in the Alpuxarras mountains to your sway, holding them by
oath of fealty to the Spanish crown. To the people of Granada, their
Most Christian Majesties promise full protection of property, life,
and faith under a government by their own magistrates, and according
to their own laws; exemption from tribute for three years; and taxes
thereafter, regulated by the custom and ratio of their present imposts.
To such Moors as, discontented with these provisions, would abandon
Granada, are promised free passage for themselves and their wealth.
In return for these marks of their royal bounty, their Most Christian
Majesties summon Granada to surrender (if no succour meanwhile arrive)
within seventy days. And these offers are now solemnly recorded in the
presence, and through the mission, of the noble and renowned knight,
Gonzalvo of Cordova, deputed by their Most Christian Majesties from
their new city of Santa Fe."

When the herald had concluded, Boabdil cast his eye over his thronged
and splendid court. No glance of fire met his own; amidst the silent
crowd, a resigned content was alone to be perceived: the proposals
exceeded the hope of the besieged.

"And," asked Boabdil, with a deep-drawn sigh, "if we reject these
offers?"

"Noble prince," said Gonzalvo, earnestly, "ask us not to wound thine
ears with the alternative. Pause, and consider of our offers; and, if
thou doubtest, O brave king! mount the towers of thine Alhambra, survey
our legions marshalled beneath thy walls, and turn thine eyes upon a
brave people, defeated, not by human valour, but by famine, and the
inscrutable will of God."

"Your monarchs shall have our answer, gentle Christian, perchance ere
nightfall. And you, Sir Knight, who hast delivered a message bitter for
kings to bear, receive, at least, our thanks for such bearing as might
best mitigate the import. Our vizier will bear to your apartment those
tokens of remembrance that are yet left to the monarch of Granada to
bestow."

"Muza," resumed the king, as the Spaniards left the presence--"thou hast
heard all. What is the last counsel thou canst give thy sovereign?"

The fierce Moor had with difficulty waited this licence to utter such
sentiments as death only could banish from that unconquerable heart. He
rose, descended from the couch, and, standing a little below the
king, and facing the motley throng of all of wise or brave yet left to
Granada, thus spoke:--

"Why should we surrender? two hundred thousand inhabitants are yet
within our walls; of these, twenty thousand, at least, are Moors, who
have hands and swords. Why should we surrender? Famine presses us, it is
true; but hunger, that makes the lion more terrible, shall it make the
man more base? Do ye despair? so be it! despair in the valiant ought
to have an irresistible force. Despair has made cowards brave: shall it
sink the brave to cowards? Let us arouse the people; hitherto we have
depended too much upon the nobles. Let us collect our whole force, and
march upon this new city, while the soldiers of Spain are employed in
their new profession of architects and builders. Hear me, O God and
prophet of the Moslem! hear one who never was forsworn! If, Moors of
Granada, ye adopt my counsel, I cannot promise ye victory, but I
promise ye never to live without it: I promise ye, at least, your
independence--for the dead know no chains! If we cannot live, let us
so die that we may leave to remotest ages a glory that shall be more
durable than kingdoms. King of Granada! this is the counsel of Muza Ben
Abil Gazan."

The prince ceased. But he, whose faintest word had once breathed fire
into the dullest, had now poured out his spirit upon frigid and lifeless
matter. No man answered--no man moved.

Boabdil alone, clinging to the shadow of hope, turned at last towards
the audience.

"Warriors and sages!" he said, "as Muza's counsel is your king's desire,
say but the word, and, ere the hour-glass shed its last sand, the blast
of our trumpet shall be ringing through the Vivarrambla."

"O king! fight not against the will of fate--God is great!" replied the
chief of the alfaquis.

"Alas!" said Abdelmelic, "if the voice of Muza and your own falls thus
coldly upon us, how can ye stir the breadless and heartless multitude?"

"Is such your general thought and your general will?" said Boabdil.

An universal murmur answered, "Yes!"

"Go then, Abdelmelic;" resumed the ill-starred king; "go with yon
Spaniards to the Christian camp, and bring us back the best terms you
can obtain. The crown has passed from the head of El Zogoybi; Fate
sets her seal upon my brow. Unfortunate was the commencement of my
reign--unfortunate its end. Break up the divan."

The words of Boabdil moved and penetrated an audience, never till then
so alive to his gentle qualities, his learned wisdom, and his natural
valour. Many flung themselves at his feet, with tears and sighs; and the
crowd gathered round to touch the hem of his robe.

Muza gazed at them in deep disdain, with folded arms and heaving breast.

"Women, not men!" he exclaimed, "ye weep, as if ye had not blood still
left to shed! Ye are reconciled to the loss of liberty, because ye are
told ye shall lose nothing else. Fools and dupes! I see, from the spot
where my spirit stands above ye, the dark and dismal future to which ye
are crawling on your knees: bondage and rapine--the violence of lawless
lust--the persecution of hostile faith--your gold wrung from ye by
torture--your national name rooted from the soil. Bear this, and
remember me! Farewell, Boabdil! you I pity not; for your gardens have
yet a poison, and your armories a sword. Farewell, nobles and santons of
Granada! I quit my country while it is yet free."

Scarcely had he ceased, ere he had disappeared from the hall. It was as
the parting genius of Granada!




CHAPTER IV. THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY HORSEMAN.

It was a burning and sultry noon, when, through a small valley, skirted
by rugged and precipitous hills, at the distance of several leagues from
Granada, a horseman, in complete armour, wound his solitary way; His
mail was black and unadorned; on his vizor waved no plume. But there
was something in his carriage and mien, and the singular beauty of his
coal-black steed, which appeared to indicate a higher rank than the
absence of page and squire, and the plainness of his accoutrements,
would have denoted to a careless eye. He rode very slowly; and his
steed, with the licence of a spoiled favourite, often halted lazily in
his sultry path, as a tuft of herbage, or the bough of some overhanging
tree, offered its temptation. At length, as he thus paused, a noise was
heard in a copse that clothed the descent of a steep mountain; and the
horse started suddenly back, forcing the traveller from his reverie.
He looked mechanically upward, and beheld the figure of a man bounding
through the trees, with rapid and irregular steps. It was a form that
suited well the silence and solitude of the spot; and might have passed
for one of those stern recluses--half hermit, half soldier--who, in the
earlier crusades, fixed their wild homes amidst the sands and caves of
Palestine. The stranger supported his steps by a long staff. His hair
and beard hung long and matted over his broad shoulders. A rusted mail,
once splendid with arabesque enrichments, protected his breast; but the
loose gown--a sort of tartan, which descended below the cuirass--was
rent and tattered, and his feet bare; in his girdle was a short curved
cimiter, a knife or dagger, and a parchment roll, clasped and bound with
iron.

As the horseman gazed at this abrupt intruder on the solitude, his
frame quivered with emotion; and, raising himself to his full height, he
called aloud, "Fiend or santon--whatsoever thou art--what seekest thou
in these lonely places, far from the king thy counsels deluded, and the
city betrayed by thy false prophecies and unhallowed charms?"

"Ha!" cried Almamen, for it was indeed the Israelite; "by thy black
charger, and the tone of thy haughty voice, I know the hero of Granada.
Rather, Muza Ben Abil Gazan, why art thou absent from the last hold of
the Moorish empire?"

"Dost thou pretend to read the future, and art thou blind to the
present? Granada has capitulated to the Spaniard. Alone I have left a
land of slaves, and shall seek, in our ancestral Africa, some spot where
the footstep of the misbeliever hath not trodden."

"The fate of one bigotry is, then, sealed," said Almamen, gloomily; "but
that which succeeds it is yet more dark."

"Dog!" cried Muza, couching his lance, "what art thou that thus
blasphemest?"

"A Jew!" replied Almamen, in a voice of thunder, and drawing his
cimiter: "a despised and despising Jew! Ask you more? I am the son of
a race of kings. I was the worst enemy of the Moors till I found the
Nazarene more hateful than the Moslem; and then even Muza himself was
not their more renowned champion. Come on, if thou wilt--man to man: I
defy thee"

"No, no," muttered Muza, sinking his lance; "thy mail is rusted with
the blood of the Spaniard, and this arm cannot smite the slayer of the
Christian. Part we in peace."

"Hold, prince!" said Almamen, in an altered voice: "is thy country the
sole thing dear to thee? Has the smile of woman never stolen beneath
thine armour? Has thy heart never beat for softer meetings than the
encounter of a foe?"

"Am I human, and a Moor?" returned Muza. "For once you divine aright;
and, could thy spells bestow on these eyes but one more sight of the
last treasure left to me on earth, I should be as credulous of thy
sorcery as Boabdil."

"Thou lovest her still, then--this Leila?"

"Dark necromancer, hast thou read my secret? and knowest thou the name
of my beloved one? Ah! let me believe thee indeed wise, and reveal to
me the spot of earth which holds the delight of my soul! Yes," continued
the Moor, with increased emotion, and throwing up his vizor, as if for
air--"yes; Allah forgive me! but, when all was lost at Granada, I had
still one consolation in leaving my fated birthplace: I had licence to
search for Leila; I had the hope to secure to my wanderings in distant
lands one to whose glance the eyes of the houris would be dim. But I
waste words. Tell me where is Leila, and conduct me to her feet!"

"Moslem, I will lead thee to her," answered Almamen, gazing on the
prince with an expression of strange and fearful exultation in his dark
eyes: "I will lead thee to her-follow me. It is only yesternight that I
learned the walls that confined her; and from that hour to this have I
journeyed over mountain and desert, without rest or food."

"Yet what is she to thee?" asked Muza, suspiciously.

"Thou shalt learn full soon. Let us on."

So saying, Almamen sprang forward with a vigour which the excitement of
his mind supplied to the exhaustion of his body. Muza wonderingly
pushed on his charger, and endeavoured to draw his mysterious guide into
conversation: but Almamen scarcely heeded him. And when he broke from
his gloomy silence, it was but in incoherent and brief exclamations,
often in a tongue foreign to the ear of his companion. The hardy Moor,
though steeled against the superstitions of his race, less by the
philosophy of the learned than the contempt of the brave, felt an awe
gather over him as he glanced, from the giant rocks and lonely valleys,
to the unearthly aspect and glittering eyes of the reputed sorcerer; and
more than once he muttered such verses of the Koran as were esteemed by
his countrymen the counterspell to the machinations of the evil genii.

It might be an hour that they had thus journeyed together, when Almamen
paused abruptly. "I am wearied," said he, faintly; "and, though time
presses, I fear that my strength will fail me."

"Mount, then, behind me," returned the Moor, after some natural
hesitation: "Jew though thou art, I will brave the contamination for the
sake of Leila."

"Moor!" cried the Hebrew, fiercely, "the contamination would be mine.
Things of yesterday, as thy Prophet and thy creed are, thou canst not
sound the unfathomable loathing which each heart faithful to the Ancient
of Days feels for such as thou and thine."

"Now, by the Kaaba!" said Muza, and his brow became dark, "another such
word and the hoofs of my steed shall trample the breath of blasphemy
from thy body."

"I would defy thee to the death," answered Almamen, disdainfully; "but
I reserve the bravest of the Moors to witness a deed worthy of the
descendant of Jephtha. But hist! I hear hoofs."

Muza listened; and his sharp ear caught a distinct ring upon the hard
and rocky soil. He turned round and saw Almamen gliding away through
the thick underwood, until the branches concealed his form. Presently,
a curve in the path brought in view a Spanish cavalier, mounted on an
Andalusian jennet: the horseman was gaily singing one of the popular
ballads of the time; and, as it related to the feats of the Spaniards
against the Moors, Muza's haughty blood was already stirred, and his
moustache quivered on his lip. "I will change the air," muttered the
Moslem, grasping his lance, when, as the thought crossed him, he beheld
the Spaniard suddenly reel in his saddle and lay prostrate on the
ground. In the same instant Almamen had darted from his hiding-place,
seized the steed of the cavalier, mounted, and, ere Muza recovered from
his surprise, was by the side of the Moor.

"By what harm," said Muza, curbing his barb, "didst thou fell the
Spaniard--seemingly without a blow?"

"As David felled Goliath--by the pebble and the sling," answered
Almamen, carelessly. "Now, then, spur forward, if thou art eager to see
thy Leila."

The horsemen dashed over the body of the stunned and insensible
Spaniard. Tree and mountain glided by; gradually the valley vanished,
and a thick forest loomed upon their path. Still they made on, though
the interlaced boughs and the ruggedness of the footing somewhat
obstructed their way; until, as the sun began slowly to decline, they
entered a broad and circular space, round which trees of the eldest
growth spread their motionless and shadowy boughs. In the midmost sward
was a rude and antique stone, resembling the altar of some barbarous and
departed creed. Here Almamen abruptly halted, and muttered inaudibly to
himself.

"What moves thee, dark stranger?" said the Moor; "and why dost thou
mutter and gaze on space?"

Almamen answered not, but dismounted, hung his bridle to a branch of a
scathed and riven elm, and advanced alone into the middle of the
space. "Dread and prophetic power that art within me!" said the Hebrew,
aloud,--"this, then, is the spot that, by dream and vision, thou hast
foretold me wherein to consummate and record the vow that shall sever
from the spirit the last weakness of the flesh. Night after night hast
thou brought before mine eyes, in darkness and in slumber, the solemn
solitude that I now survey. Be it so! I am prepared!"

Thus speaking, he retired for a few moments into the wood: collected
in his arms the dry leaves and withered branches which cumbered the
desolate clay, and placed the fuel upon the altar. Then, turning to the
East, and raising his hands he exclaimed, "Lo! upon this altar, once
worshipped, perchance, by the heathen savage, the last bold spirit of
thy fallen and scattered race dedicates, O Ineffable One! that precious
offering Thou didst demand from a sire of old. Accept the sacrifice!"

As the Hebrew ended his adjuration he drew a phial from his bosom, and
sprinkled a few drops upon the arid fuel. A pale blue flame suddenly
leaped up; and, as it lighted the haggard but earnest countenance of
the Israelite, Muza felt his Moorish blood congeal in his veins, and
shuddered, though he scarce knew why. Almamen, with his dagger, severed
from his head one of his long locks, and cast it upon the flame. He
watched it until it was consumed; and then, with a stifled cry, fell
upon the earth in a dead swoon. The Moor hastened to raise him; he
chafed his hands and temples; he unbuckled the vest upon his bosom; he
forgot that his comrade was a sorcerer and a Jew, so much had the agony
of that excitement moved his sympathy.

It was not till several minutes had elapsed that Almamen, with a
deep-drawn sigh, recovered from his swoon. "Ah, beloved one! bride of my
heart!" he murmured, "was it for this that thou didst commend to me
the only pledge of our youthful love? Forgive me! I restore her to the
earth, untainted by the Gentile." He closed his eyes again, and a strong
convulsion shook his frame. It passed; and he rose as a man from a
fearful dream, composed, and almost as it were refreshed, by the terrors
he had undergone. The last glimmer of the ghastly light was dying away
upon that ancient altar, and a low wind crept sighing through the trees.

"Mount, prince," said Almamen, calmly, but averting his eyes from the
altar; "we shall have no more delays."

"Wilt thou not explain thy incantation?" asked Muza; "or is it, as my
reason tells me, but the mummery of a juggler?"

"Alas! alas!" answered Almamen, in a sad and altered tone, "thou wilt
soon know all."




CHAPTER V. THE SACRIFICE.

The sun was now sinking slowly through those masses of purple cloud
which belong to Iberian skies; when, emerging from the forest, the
travellers saw before them a small and lovely plain, cultivated like a
garden. Rows of orange and citron trees were backed by the dark green
foliage of vines; and these again found a barrier in girdling copses
of chestnut, oak, and the deeper verdure of pines: while, far to
the horizon, rose the distant and dim outline of the mountain range,
scarcely distinguishable from the mellow colourings of the heaven.
Through this charming spot went a slender and sparkling torrent, that
collected its waters in a circular basin, over which the rose and orange
hung their contrasted blossoms. On a gentle eminence above this plain,
or garden, rose the spires of a convent: and, though it was still clear
daylight, the long and pointed lattices were illumined within; and,
as the horsemen cast their eyes upon the pile, the sound of the holy
chorus--made more sweet and solemn from its own indistinctness, from the
quiet of the hour, from the sudden and sequestered loveliness of that
spot, suiting so well the ideal calm of the conventual life--rolled its
music through the odorous and lucent air.

But that scene and that sound, so calculated to soothe and harmonise the
thought, seemed to arouse Almamen into agony and passion. He smote his
breast with his clenched hand; and, shrieking, rather than exclaiming,
"God of my fathers! have I come too late?" buried his spurs to the
rowels in the sides of his panting steed. Along the sward, through the
fragrant shrubs, athwart the pebbly and shallow torrent, up the ascent
to the convent, sped the Israelite. Muza, wondering and half reluctant,
followed at a little distance. Clearer and nearer came the voices of the
choir; broader and redder glowed the tapers from the Gothic casements:
the porch of the convent chapel was reached; the Hebrew sprang from his
horse. A small group of the peasants dependent on the convent loitered
reverently round the threshold; pushing through them, as one frantic,
Almamen entered the chapel and disappeared.

A minute elapsed. Muza was at the door; but the Moor paused
irresolutely, ere he dismounted. "What is the ceremony?" he asked of the
peasants.

"A nun is about to take the vows," answered one of them.

A cry of alarm, of indignation, of terror, was heard within. Muza no
longer delayed: he gave his steed to the bystanders, pushed aside the
heavy curtain that screened the threshold and was within the chapel.

By the altar gathered a confused and disordered group--the sisterhood,
with their abbess. Round the consecrated rail flocked the spectators,
breathless and amazed. Conspicuous above the rest, on the elevation of
the holy place, stood Almamen with his drawn dagger in his right hand,
his left arm clasped around the form of a novice, whose dress, not yet
replaced by the serge, bespoke her the sister fated to the veil; and,
on the opposite side of that sister, one hand on her shoulder, the other
rearing on high the sacred crucifix, stood a stern, commanding form, in
the white robes of the Dominican order; it was Tomas de Torquemada.

"Avaunt, Almamen!" were the first words which reached Muza's ear as
he stood, unnoticed, in the middle of the aisle: "here thy sorcery and
thine arts cannot avail thee. Release the devoted one of God!"

"She is mine! she is my daughter! I claim her from thee as a father, in
the name of the great Sire of Man!"

"Seize the sorcerer! seize him!" exclaimed the Inquisitor, as, with
a sudden movement, Almamen cleared his way through the scattered and
dismayed group, and stood with his daughter in his arms, on the first
step of the consecrated platform.

But not a foot stirred--not a hand was raised. The epithet bestowed on
the intruder had only breathed a supernatural terror into the audience;
and they would have sooner rushed upon a tiger in his lair, than on the
lifted dagger and savage aspect of that grim stranger.

"Oh, my father!" then said a low and faltering voice, that startled Muza
as a voice from the grave--"wrestle not against the decrees of Heaven.
Thy daughter is not compelled to her solemn choice. Humbly, but
devotedly, a convert to the Christian creed, her only wish on earth is
to take the consecrated and eternal vow."

"Ha!" groaned the Hebrew, suddenly relaxing his hold, as his daughter
fell on her knees before him, "then have I indeed been told, as I have
foreseen, the worst. The veil is rent--the spirit hath left the temple.
Thy beauty is desecrated; thy form is but unhallowed clay. Dog!"
he cried, more fiercely, glaring round upon the unmoved face of the
Inquisitor, "this is thy work: but thou shalt not triumph. Here, by
thine own shrine, I spit at and defy thee, as once before, amidst
the tortures of thy inhuman court. Thus--thus--thus--Almamen the Jew
delivers the last of his house from the curse of Galilee!"

"Hold, murderer!" cried a voice of thunder; and an armed man burst
through the crowd and stood upon the platform. It was too late: thrice
the blade of the Hebrew had passed through that innocent breast; thrice
was it reddened with that virgin blood. Leila fell in the arms of her
lover; her dim eyes rested upon his countenance, as it shone upon
her, beneath his lifted vizor-a faint and tender smile played upon her
lips--Leila was no more.

One hasty glance Almamen cast upon his victim, and then, with a wild
laugh that woke every echo in the dreary aisles, he leaped from the
place. Brandishing his bloody weapon above his head, he dashed through
the coward crowd; and, ere even the startled Dominican had found
a voice, the tramp of his headlong steed rang upon the air; an
instant--and all was silent.

But over the murdered girl leaned the Moor, as yet incredulous of her
death; her head still unshorn of its purple tresses, pillowed on his
lap--her icy hand clasped in his, and her blood weltering fast over his
armour. None disturbed him; for, habited as the knights of Christendom,
none suspected his faith; and all, even the Dominican, felt a thrill of
sympathy at his distress. How he came hither, with what object,--what
hope, their thoughts were too much locked in pity to conjecture.
There, voiceless and motionless, bent the Moor, until one of the monks
approached and felt the pulse, to ascertain if life was, indeed, utterly
gone.

The Moor at first waved him haughtily away; but, when he divined the
monk's purpose, suffered him in silence to take the beloved hand. He
fixed on him his dark and imploring eyes; and when the father dropped
the hand, and, gently shaking his head, turned away, a deep and
agonising groan was all that the audience heard from that heart in which
the last iron of fate had entered. Passionately he kissed the brow, the
cheeks, the lips of the hushed and angel face, and rose from the spot.

"What dost thou here? and what knowest thou of yon murderous enemy of
God and man?" asked the Dominican, approaching.

Muza made no reply, as he stalked slowly through the chapel. The
audience was touched to sudden tears. "Forbear!" said they, almost with
one accord, to the harsh Inquisitor; "he hath no voice to answer thee."

And thus, amidst the oppressive grief and sympathy of the Christian
throng, the unknown Paynim reached the door, mounted his steed, and as
he turned once more and cast a hurried glance upon the fatal pile, the
bystanders saw the large tears rolling down his swarthy cheeks.

Slowly that coal-black charger wound down the hillock, crossed the quiet
and lovely garden, and vanished amidst the forest. And never was known,
to Moor or Christian, the future fate of the hero of Granada. Whether he
reached in safety the shores of his ancestral Africa, and carved out
new fortunes and a new name; or whether death, by disease or strife,
terminated obscurely his glorious and brief career, mystery--deep
and unpenetrated, even by the fancies of the thousand bards who have
consecrated his deeds--wraps in everlasting shadow the destinies of Muza
Ben Abil Gazan, from that hour, when the setting sun threw its parting
ray over his stately form and his ebon barb, disappearing amidst the
breathless shadows of the forest.




CHAPTER VI. THE RETURN--THE RIOT--THE TREACHERY--AND THE DEATH.

It was the eve of the fatal day on which Granada was to be delivered
to the Spaniards, and in that subterranean vault beneath the house of
Almamen, before described, three elders of the Jewish persuasion were
met.

"Trusty and well-beloved Ximen," cried one, a wealthy and usurious
merchant, with a twinkling and humid eye, and a sleek and unctuous
aspect, which did not, however, suffice to disguise something fierce
and crafty in his low brow and pinched lips--"trusty and well-beloved
Ximen," said this Jew--"truly thou hast served us well, in yielding
to thy persecuted brethren this secret shelter. Here, indeed, may the
heathen search for us in vain! Verily, my veins grow warm again; and thy
servant hungereth, and hath thirst."

"Eat, Isaac--eat; yonder are viands prepared for thee; eat, and spare
not. And thou, Elias--wilt thou not draw near the board? the wine is old
and precious, and will revive thee."

"Ashes and hyssop--hyssop and ashes, are food and drink for me,"
answered Elias, with passionate bitterness; "they have rased my
house--they have burned my granaries--they have molten down my gold. I
am a ruined man!"

"Nay," said Ximen, who gazed at him with a malevolent eye--for so
utterly had years and sorrows mixed with gall even the one kindlier
sympathy he possessed, that he could not resist an inward chuckle
over the very afflictions he relieved, and the very impotence he
protected--"nay, Elias, thou hast wealth yet left in the seaport towns
sufficient to buy up half Granada."

"The Nazarene will seize it all!" cried Elias; "I see it already in his
grasp!"

"Nay, thinkest thou so?--and wherefore?" asked Ximen, startled into
sincere, because selfish anxiety.

"Mark me! Under licence of the truce, I went, last night, to the
Christian camp: I had an interview with the Christian king; and when
he heard my name and faith, his very beard curled with ire. 'Hound of
Belial!' he roared forth, 'has not thy comrade carrion, the sorcerer
Almamen, sufficiently deceived and insulted the majesty of Spain? For
his sake, ye shall have no quarter. Tarry here another instant, and thy
corpse shall be swinging to the winds! Go, and count over thy misgotten
wealth; just census shall be taken of it; and if thou defraudest our
holy impost by one piece of copper, thou shalt sup with Dives!' Such
was my mission, and mine answer. I return home to see the ashes of mine
house! Woe is me!"

"And this we owe to Almamen, the pretended Jew!" cried Isaac, from his
solitary but not idle place at the board. "I would this knife were at
his false throat!" growled Elias, clutching his poniard with his long
bony fingers.

"No chance of that," muttered Ximen; "he will return no more to Granada.
The vulture and the worm have divided his carcass between them ere this;
and (he added inly with a hideous smile) his house and his gold have
fallen into the hands of old childless Ximen."

"This is a strange and fearful vault," said Isaac, quaffing a large
goblet of the hot wine of the Vega; "here might the Witch of Endor have
raised the dead. Yon door--whither doth it lead?"

"Through passages none that I know of, save my master, hath trodden,"
answered Ximen. "I have heard that they reach even to the Alhambra.
Come, worthy Elias! thy form trembles with the cold: take this wine."

"Hist!" said Elias, shaking from limb to limb; "our pursuers are upon
us--I hear a step!"

As he spoke, the door to which Isaac had pointed slowly opened and
Almamen entered the vault.

Had, indeed, a new Witch of Endor conjured up the dead, the apparition
would not more have startled and appalled that goodly trio. Elias,
griping his knife, retreated to the farthest end of the vault. Isaac
dropped the goblet he was about to drain, and fell upon his knees.
Ximen, alone, growing, if possible, a shade more ghastly--retained
something of self-possession, as he muttered to himself--"He lives! and
his gold is not mine! Curse him!"

Seemingly unconscious of the strange guests his sanctuary shrouded,
Almamen stalked on, like a man walking in his sleep.

Ximen roused himself--softly unbarred the door which admitted to the
upper apartments, and motioned to his comrades to avail themselves of
the opening, but as Isaac--the first to accept the hint--crept across,
Almamen fixed upon him his terrible eye, and, appearing suddenly to
awake to consciousness, shouted out, "Thou miscreant, Ximen! whom hast
thou admitted to the secrets of thy lord? Close the door--these men must
die!"

"Mighty master!" said Ximen, calmly, "is thy servant to blame that he
believed the rumour that declared thy death? These men are of our holy
faith, whom I have snatched from the violence of the sacrilegious and
maddened mob. No spot but this seemed safe from the popular frenzy."
"Are ye Jews?" said Almamen. "Ah, yes! I know ye now--things of the
market-place and bazaar'. Oh, ye are Jews, indeed! Go, go! Leave me!"

Waiting no further licence, the three vanished; but, ere he quitted the
vault, Elias turned back his scowling countenance on Almamen (who had
sunk again into an absorbed meditation) with a glance of vindictive
ire--Almamen was alone.

In less than a quarter of an hour Ximen returned to seek his master; but
the place was again deserted.

It was midnight in the streets of Granada--midnight, but not repose. The
multitude, roused into one of their paroyxsms of wrath and sorrow, by
the reflection that the morrow was indeed the day of their subjection
to the Christian foe, poured forth through the streets to the number of
twenty thousand. It was a wild and stormy night; those formidable gusts
of wind, which sometimes sweep in sudden winter from the snows of the
Sierra Nevada, howled through the tossing groves, and along the winding
streets. But the tempest seemed to heighten, as if by the sympathy of
the elements, the popular storm and whirlwind. Brandishing arms and
torches, and gaunt with hunger, the dark forms of the frantic Moors
seemed like ghouls or spectres, rather than mortal men; as, apparently
without an object, save that of venting their own disquietude, or
exciting the fears of earth, they swept through the desolate city.

In the broad space of the Vivarrambla the crowd halted, irresolute in
all else, but resolved at least that something for Granada should yet
be done. They were for the most armed in their Moorish fashion; but
they were wholly without leaders: not a noble, a magistrate, an officer,
would have dreamed of the hopeless enterprise of violating the truce
with Ferdinand. It was a mere popular tumult--the madness of a mob;--but
not the less formidable, for it was an Eastern mob, and a mob with sword
and shaft, with buckler and mail--the mob by which oriental empires
have been built and overthrown! There, in the splendid space that
had witnessed the games and tournaments of that Arab and African
chivalry--there, where for many a lustrum kings had reviewed devoted
and conquering armies--assembled those desperate men; the loud winds
agitating their tossing torches that struggled against the moonless
night.

"Let us storm the Alhambra!" cried one of the band: "let us seize
Boabdil, and place him in the midst of us; let us rush against the
Christians, buried in their proud repose!"

"Lelilies, Lelilies!--the Keys and the Crescent!" shouted the mob.

The shout died: and at the verge of the space was suddenly heard a once
familiar and ever-thrilling voice.

The Moors who heard it turned round in amaze and awe; and beheld, raised
upon the stone upon which the criers or heralds had been wont to utter
the royal proclamations, the form of Almamen, the santon, whom they had
deemed already with the dead.

"Moors and people of Granada!" he said, in a solemn but hollow voice, "I
am with ye still. Your monarch and your heroes have deserted ye, but
I am with ye to the last! Go not to the Alhambra: the fort is
impenetrable--the guard faithful. Night will be wasted, and day bring
upon you the Christian army. March to the gates; pour along the Vega;
descend at once upon the foe!"

He spoke, and drew forth his sabre; it gleamed in the torchlight--the
Moors bowed their heads in fanatic reverence--the santon sprang from the
stone, and passed into the centre of the crowd.

Then, once more, arose joyful shouts. The multitude had found a leader
worthy of their enthusiasm; and in regular order, they formed themselves
rapidly, and swept down the narrow streets.

Swelled by several scattered groups of desultory marauders (the ruffians
and refuse of the city), the infidel numbers were now but a few furlongs
from the great gate, whence they had been wont to issue on the foe.
And then, perhaps, had the Moors passed these gates and reached the
Christian encampment, lulled, as it was, in security and sleep, that
wild army of twenty thousand desperate men might have saved Granada;
and Spain might at this day possess the only civilised empire which the
faith of Mohammed ever founded.

But the evil star of Boabdil prevailed. The news of the insurrection in
the city reached him. Two aged men from the lower city arrived at the
Alhambra--demanded and obtained an audience; and the effect of that
interview was instantaneous upon Boabdil. In the popular frenzy he saw
only a justifiable excuse for the Christian king to break the conditions
of the treaty, rase the city, and exterminate the inhabitants. Touched
by a generous compassion for his subjects, and actuated no less by a
high sense of kingly honor, which led him to preserve a truce solemnly
sworn to, he once more mounted his cream-coloured charger, with the two
elders who had sought him by his side; and, at the head of his guard,
rode from the Alhambra. The sound of his trumpets, the tramp of his
steeds, the voice of his heralds, simultaneously reached the multitude;
and, ere they had leisure to decide their course, the king was in the
midst of them.

"What madness is this, O my people?" cried Boabdil, spurring into the
midst of the throng,--"whither would ye go?"

"Against the Christian!--against the Goth!" shouted a thousand voices.
"Lead us on! The santon is risen from the dead, and will ride by thy
right hand!"

"Alas!" resumed the king, "ye would march against the Christian king!
Remember that our hostages are in his power: remember that he will
desire no better excuse to level Granada with the dust, and put you and
your children to the sword. We have made such treaty as never yet was
made between foe and foe. Your lives, laws, wealth--all are saved.
Nothing is lost, save the crown of Boabdil. I am the only sufferer. So
be it. My evil star brought on you these evil destinies: without me, you
may revive, and be once more a nation. Yield to fate to-day, and you may
grasp her proudest awards to-morrow. To succumb is not to be subdued.
But go forth against the Christians, and if ye win one battle, it is
but to incur a more terrible war; if you lose, it is not honourable
capitulation, but certain extermination, to which you rush! Be
persuaded, and listen once again to your king."

The crowd were moved, were softened, were half-convinced. They turned,
in silence, towards their santon; and Almamen did not shrink from the
appeal; but stood forth, confronting the king.

"King of Granada!" he cried aloud, "behold thy friend--thy prophet! Lo!
I assure you victory!"

"Hold!" interrupted Boabdil; "thou hast deceived and betrayed me too
long! Moors! know ye this pretended santon? He is of no Moslem creed. He
is a hound of Israel who would sell you to the best bidder. Slay him!"

"Ha!" cried Almamen, "and who is my accuser?"

"Thy servant-behold him!" At these words the royal guards lifted their
torches, and the glare fell redly on the death-like features of Ximen.

"Light of the world! there be other Jews that know him," said the
traitor.

"Will ye suffer a Jew to lead ye, O race of the Prophet?" cried the
king.

The crowd stood confused and bewildered. Almamen felt his hour was come;
he remained silent, his arms folded, his brow erect.

"Be there any of the tribes of Moisa amongst the crowd?" cried Boabdil,
pursuing his advantage; "if so, let them approach and testify what they
know." Forth came--not from the crowd, but from amongst Boabdil's train,
a well-known Israelite.

"We disown this man of blood and fraud," said Elias, bowing to the
earth; "but he was of our creed."

"Speak, false santon! art thou dumb?" cried the king.

"A curse light on thee, dull fool!" cried Almamen, fiercely. "What
matters who the instrument that would have restored to thee thy throne?
Yes! I, who have ruled thy councils, who have led thine armies, I am of
the race of Joshua and of Samuel--and the Lord of Hosts is the God of
Almamen!"

A shudder ran through that mighty multitude: but the looks, the mien,
and the voice of the man awed them, and not a weapon was raised against
him. He might, even then, have passed scathless through the crowd; he
might have borne to other climes his burning passions and his torturing
woes: but his care for life was past; he desired but to curse his dupes,
and to die. He paused, looked round and burst into a laugh of such
bitter and haughty scorn, as the tempted of earth may hear in the halls
below from the lips of Eblis.

"Yes," he exclaimed, "such I am! I have been your idol and your lord.
I may be your victim, but in death I am your vanquisher. Christian and
Moslem alike my foe, I would have trampled upon both. But the Christian,
wiser than you, gave me smooth words; and I would have sold ye to his
power; wickeder than you, he deceived me; and I would have crushed him
that I might have continued to deceive and rule the puppets that ye call
your chiefs. But they for whom I toiled, and laboured, and sinned--for
whom I surrendered peace and ease, yea, and a daughter's person and a
daughter's blood--they have betrayed me to your hands, and the Curse of
Old rests with them evermore--Amen! The disguise is rent: Almamen, the
santon, is the son of Issachar the Jew!"

More might he have said, but the spell was broken. With a ferocious
yell, those living waves of the multitude rushed over the stern fanatic;
six cimiters passed through him, and he fell not: at the seventh he
was a corpse. Trodden in the clay--then whirled aloft--limb torn from
limb,--ere a man could have drawn breath nine times, scarce a vestige of
the human form was left to the mangled and bloody clay.

One victim sufficed to slake the wrath of the crowd. They gathered like
wild beasts whose hunger is appeased, around their monarch, who in vain
had endeavored to stay their summary revenge, and who now, pale and
breathless, shrank from the passions he had excited. He faltered forth a
few words of remonstrance and exhortation, turned the head of his steed,
and took his way to his palace.

The crowd dispersed, but not yet to their homes. The crime of Almamen
worked against his whole race. Some rushed to the Jews' quarter, which
they set on fire; others to the lonely mansion of Almamen.

Ximen, on quitting the king, had been before the mob. Not anticipating
such an effect of the popular rage, he had hastened to the house, which
he now deemed at length his own. He had just reached the treasury of
his dead lord--he had just feasted his eyes on the massive ingots and
glittering gems; in the lust of his heart he had just cried aloud, "And
these are mine!" when he heard the roar of the mob below the wall,--when
he saw the glare of their torches against the casement. It was in vain
that he shrieked aloud, "I am the man that exposed the Jew!" the wild
wind scattered his words over a deafened audience. Driven from his
chamber by the smoke and flame, afraid to venture forth amongst the
crowd, the miser loaded himself with the most precious of the store: he
descended the steps, he bent his way to the secret vault, when suddenly
the floor, pierced by the flames, crashed under him, and the fire rushed
up in a fiercer and more rapid volume, as the death-shriek broke through
that lurid shroud.

Such were the principal events of the last night of the Moorish dynasty
in Granada.




CHAPTER VII. THE END.

Day dawned upon Granada: the populace had sought their homes, and a
profound quiet wrapped the streets, save where, from the fires committed
in the late tumult, was yet heard the crash of roofs or the crackle of
the light and fragrant timber employed in those pavilions of the summer.
The manner in which the mansions of Granada were built, each separated
from the other by extensive gardens, fortunately prevented the flames
from extending. But the inhabitants cared so little for the hazard,
that not a single guard remained to watch the result. Now and then some
miserable forms in the Jewish gown might be seen cowering by the ruins
of their house, like the souls that, according to Plato, watched in
charnels over their own mouldering bodies. Day dawned, and the beams
of the winter sun, smiling away the clouds of the past night, played
cheerily on the murmuring waves of the Xenil and the Darro.

Alone, upon a balcony commanding that stately landscape, stood the last
of the Moorish kings. He had sought to bring to his aid all the lessons
of the philosophy he had cultivated. "What are we," thought the musing
prince, "that we should fill the world with ourselves--we kings! Earth
resounds with the crash of my falling throne: on the ear of races unborn
the echo will live prolonged. But what have I lost?--nothing that was
necessary to my happiness, my repose; nothing save the source of all my
wretchedness, the Marah of my life! Shall I less enjoy heaven and
earth, or thought or action, or man's more material luxuries of food
or sleep--the common and the cheap desires of all? Arouse thee, then, O
heart within me! many and deep emotions of sorrow or of joy are yet left
to break the monotony of existence."

He paused; and, at the distance, his eyes fell upon the lonely minarets
of the distant and deserted palace of Muza Ben Abil Gazan.

"Thou went right, then," resumed the king--"thou wert right, brave
spirit, not to pity Boabdil: but not because death was in his power;
man's soul is greater than his fortunes, and there is majesty in a life
that towers above the ruins that fall around its path." He turned away,
and his cheek suddenly grew pale, for he heard in the courts below
the tread of hoofs, the bustle of preparation: it was the hour for his
departure. His philosophy vanished: he groaned aloud, and re-entered
the chamber just as his vizier and the chief of his guard broke upon his
solitude.

The old vizier attempted to speak, but his voice failed him.

"It is time, then, to depart," said Boabdil, with calmness; "let it be
so: render up the palace and the fortress, and join thy friend, no more
thy monarch, in his new home."

He stayed not for reply: he hurried on, descended to the court, flung
himself on his barb, and, with a small and saddened train, passed
through the gate which we yet survey, by a blackened and crumbling tower
overgrown with vines and ivy; thence, amidst gardens, now appertaining
to the convent of the victor faith, he took his mournful and unwitnessed
way. When he came to the middle of the hill that rises above those
gardens, the steel of the Spanish armour gleamed upon him as the
detachment sent to occupy the palace marched over the summit in steady
order and profound silence.

At the head of this vanguard rode, upon a snow-white palfrey, the Bishop
of Avila, followed by a long train of barefooted monks. They halted as
Boabdil approached, and the grave bishop saluted him with the air of
one who addresses an infidel and an inferior. With the quick sense of
dignity common to the great, and yet more to the fallen, Boabdil felt,
but resented not, the pride of the ecclesiastic. "Go, Christian," said
he, mildly, "the gates of the Alhambra are open, and Allah has bestowed
the palace and the city upon your king: may his virtues atone the faults
of Boabdil!" So saying, and waiting no answer, he rode on, without
looking to the right or left. The Spaniards also pursued their way. The
sun had fairly risen above the mountains, when Boabdil and his train
beheld, from the eminence on which they were, the whole armament of
Spain; and at the same moment, louder than the tramp of horse, or the
flash of arms, was heard distinctly the solemn chant of Te Deum, which
preceded the blaze of the unfurled and lofty standards. Boabdil, himself
still silent, heard the groans and exclamations of his train; he turned
to cheer or chide them, and then saw, from his own watch-tower, with the
sun shining full upon its pure and dazzling surface, the silver cross of
Spain. His Alhambra was already in the hands of the foe, while, beside
that badge of the holy war, waved the gay and flaunting flag of St.
Iago, the canonised Mars of the chivalry of Spain.

At that sight the king's voice died within him: he gave the rein to his
barb, impatient to close the fatal ceremonial, and did not slacken his
speed till almost within bow-shot of the first ranks of the army. Never
had Christian war assumed a more splendid or imposing aspect. Far as
the eye could reach extended the glittering and gorgeous lines of that
goodly power, bristling with sunlit spears and blazoned banners; while
beside murmured, and glowed, and danced, the silver and laughing Xenil,
careless what lord should possess, for his little day, the banks that
bloomed by its everlasting course. By a small mosque halted the flower
of the army. Surrounded by the arch-priests of that mighty hierarchy,
the peers and princes of a court that rivalled the Rolands of
Charlemagne, was seen the kingly form of Ferdinand himself, with Isabel
at his right hand and the highborn dames of Spain, relieving, with their
gay colours and sparkling gems, the sterner splendour of the crested
helmet and polished mail.

Within sight of the royal group, Boabdil halted--composed his aspect
so as best to conceal his soul,--and, a little in advance of his scanty
train, but never, in mien and majesty, more a king, the son of Abdallah
met his haughty conqueror.

At the sight of his princely countenance and golden hair, his comely
and commanding beauty, made more touching by youth, a thrill of
compassionate admiration ran through that assembly of the brave
and fair. Ferdinand and Isabel slowly advanced to meet their late
rival--their new subject; and, as Boabdil would have dismounted, the
Spanish king place his hand upon his shoulder. "Brother and prince,"
said he, "forget thy sorrows; and may our friendship hereafter console
thee for reverses against which thou hast contended as a hero and a
king-resisting man, but resigned at length to God!"

Boabdil did not affect to return this bitter, but unintentional mockery
of compliment. He bowed his head, and remained a moment silent; then,
motioning to his train, four of his officers approached, and kneeling
beside Ferdinand, proffered to him, upon a silver buckler, the keys of
the city.

"O king!" then said Boabdil, "accept the keys of the last hold which has
resisted the arms of Spain! The empire of the Moslem is no more. Thine
are the city and the people of Granada: yielding to thy prowess, they
yet confide in thy mercy."

"They do well," said the king; "our promises shall not be broken. But,
since we know the gallantry of Moorish cavaliers, not to us, but to
gentler hands, shall the keys of Granada be surrendered."

Thus saying, Ferdinand gave the keys to Isabel, who would have addressed
some soothing flatteries to Boabdil: but the emotion and excitement were
too much for her compassionate heart, heroine and queen though she was;
and, when she lifted her eyes upon the calm and pale features of the
fallen monarch, the tears gushed from them irresistibly, and her voice
died in murmurs. A faint flush overspread the features of Boabdil, and
there was a momentary pause of embarrassment which the Moor was the
first to break.

"Fair queen," said he, with mournful and pathetic dignity; "thou canst
read the heart that thy generous sympathy touches and subdues: this
is thy last, nor least glorious, conquest. But I detain ye: let not my
aspect cloud your triumph. Suffer me to say farewell."

"May we not hint at the blessed possibility of conversion?" whispered
the pious queen through her tears to her royal consort.

"Not now--not now, by St. Iago!" returned Ferdinand, quickly, and in
the same tone, willing himself to conclude a painful conference. He then
added, aloud, "Go, my brother, and fair fortune with you! Forget the
past."

Boabdil smiled bitterly, saluted the royal pair with profound and silent
reverence, and rode slowly on, leaving the army below, as he ascended
the path that led to his new principality beyond the Alpuxarras. As
the trees snatched the Moorish cavalcade from the view of the king,
Ferdinand ordered the army to recommence its march; and trumpet and
cymbal presently sent their music to the ear of the Moslems.

Boabdil spurred on at full speed till his panting charger halted at
the little village where his mother, his slaves, and his faithful Amine
(sent on before) awaited him. Joining these, he proceeded without delay
upon his melancholy path.

They ascended that eminence which is the pass into the Alpuxarras. From
its height, the vale, the rivers, the spires, the towers of Granada,
broke gloriously upon the view of the little band. They halted,
mechanically and abruptly; every eye was turned to the beloved scene.
The proud shame of baffled warriors, the tender memories of home--of
childhood--of fatherland, swelled every heart, and gushed from every
eye. Suddenly, the distant boom of artillery broke from the citadel and
rolled along the sunlit valley and crystal river. A universal wail burst
from the exiles! it smote--it overpowered the heart of the ill-starred
king, in vain seeking to wrap himself in Eastern pride or stoical
philosophy. The tears gushed from his eyes, and he covered his face with
his hands.

Then said his haughty mother, gazing at him with hard and disdainful
eyes, in that unjust and memorable reproach which history has
preserved--"Ay, weep like a woman over what thou couldst not defend like
a man!"

Boabdil raised his countenance, with indignant majesty, when he felt his
hand tenderly clasped, and, turning round, saw Amine by his side.

"Heed her not! heed her not, Boabdil!" said the slave; "never didst
thou seem to me more noble than in that sorrow. Thou wert a hero for thy
throne; but feel still, O light of mine eyes, a woman for thy people!"

"God is great!" said Boabdil; "and God comforts me still! Thy lips;
which never flattered me in my power, have no reproach for me in my
affliction!"

He said, and smiled upon Amine--it was her hour of triumph.

The band wound slowly on through the solitary defiles: and that place
where the king wept, and the woman soothed, is still called "El, ultimo
suspiro del Moro,--THE LAST SIGH OF THE MOOR!"










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