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Title: Gómez Arias - Or, The Moors of the Alpujarras, A Spanish Historical Romance.
Author: Trueba y Cosío, Joaquín Telesforo de, 1799?-1835
Language: English
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CHAPTER I., II., III., IV., V., VI., VII., VIII., IX., X., XI.,
        XII., XIII., XIV.

CHAPTER I., II., III., IV., V., VI., VII., VIII., IX., X., XI.,
        XII., XIII., XIV.

CHAPTER I., II., III., IV., V., VI., VII., VIII., IX., X., XI.






_My Lord_,

_It is with pleasure I avail myself of your permission to dedicate the
following Work to your name, as a small mark of my respect for your
Lordship's character._

_As a Spaniard, I find an additional motive for addressing it to one who
has uniformly shewn the interest he feels in the prosperity and
literature of my country._

_I have the honor to be_,

_My Lord_,

_Your Lordship's_

_Most obedient and obliged Servant_,


_London, March 1, 1828._


Let me intreat the reader not to be alarmed at the hacknied word, which
generally augurs that a person is going to be very egotistical and
prosy. This, at least, it will be my ambition to avoid. Nor is it my
intention to assume its literary prerogatives in any way as a mask for a
sort of mock humility, endeavouring to impose upon good-natured persons
by protestations of demerits, want of experience and talent, with that
long series of et ceteras with which a writer generally opens his first

The public has nothing to do with an exculpatory doctrine, which carries
with it the aggravating circumstance of not being sincere; for I am sure
that no man, with a moderate share of common sense, will suppose that an
author really believes the accusation he so humbly utters against
himself. Could he indeed persuade himself that his book was so very
indifferent a performance, he might assuredly more justly accuse himself
of acting the part of an unnatural parent in thus gratuitously exposing
his intellectual offspring to the neglect and compassion of the world.

Besides, when an author presents his readers with this stultifying
catalogue of demerits, he supplies them with the very best reasons to
retort upon him:--"Good heavens; if the man has neither talents nor
information, why does he write at all?" Having thus waved my claims to
any similar indulgence, it only remains for me to say a few words
respecting the origin and the object of the following Romance.

As an enthusiastic admirer of the lofty genius, the delightful and vivid
creations of that great founder of English historical fiction, Sir
Walter Scott, it often struck me, while reading his enchanting novels,
as rather singular that he had never availed himself of the beautiful
and inexhaustible materials for works upon a similar plan to be met
with in Spain. It has, indeed, been generally admitted that Spain was
the classic ground of chivalry and romance. The long dominion of the
Moors--the striking contrast between their religion, their customs and
manners, and those of their Christian enemy--the different petty
kingdoms into which Spain was divided, with the consequent feuds,
intrigues and battles,--all concurred to produce a succession of
extraordinary incidents and character, highly adapted for romantic and
dramatic illustration. Yet, while the less abundant chronicles and
traditions of England, Scotland, Ireland and France, were successively
ransacked by the great magician and his most successful imitators, they
seem almost studiously to have avoided dwelling upon those glowing,
luxuriant productions, replete with such variety of incident and
character, which form the national treasures of Spain.

Conceiving, then, that I had the same right as any one else to spoil, if
I failed to give attraction to a fine subject, I found that my ideas
were further confirmed by the encouragement of some of the most eminent
amongst my fellow-countrymen. I accordingly engaged in the undertaking,
the result of which is the following Romance.

With regard to the hero, I cannot well determine whether he ever existed
or not. In spite of my researches, I have no other authority for his
reality than the well known comedy of the celebrated Calderon de la
Barca, entitled "_La niña de Gomez Arias_." The probability is, that
Calderon took the hint of this comedy, according to a generally
prevailing custom in his time, from some legend or tradition now lost.
Be this as it may, it is enough that such characters as Gomez Arias are
unfortunately within the pale of human nature. I have endeavoured,
however, to soften the character, as it is depicted, from that of an
utterly abandoned libertine into a man of extraordinary ambition; for
great passions, though they cannot palliate crime, are nevertheless not
inconsistent with a dereliction of moral and legal ties.

To conclude my prefatory reasons for not writing a long preface, there
is one point on which I am anxious to appeal to the indulgence of my
readers. It is obvious that the work being written in English by a
Spaniard, must bear some traces of its foreign descent. In extenuation
of these unavoidable faults of style and language, I can only entreat
that the English public will extend the same generous sympathy and
benevolence to the errors of the author, which it has already evinced,
in far more important matters, on behalf of his unfortunate






The ancient city of Granada has ever proved a source of gratification to
those who have occupied themselves with the investigation of its earlier
history. It abounds with objects curious and interesting; and is no less
celebrated for the conspicuous place which it holds in the page of
Spanish history, than for the more pleasing associations of chivalry
and romance. Situated at the base of the snow-capt mountains of the
_Sierra Nevada_, and extending into the luxuriant plain of the _Vega_,
it seems placed by nature as a barrier between an eternal winter and a
constant spring--

    "Not as elsewhere with fervours frosts severe,
    Or clouds with calms divide the happy hours,
    But heaven than whitest crystal e'en more clear,
    A flood of sunshine in all seasons showers;
    Nursing to fields their herbs, to herbs their flowers,
    To flowers their smell, leaves to th' immortal trees:
    Here by its lake the splendid palace towers,
    On marble columns rich with golden frieze,
    For leagues and leagues around, o'erhanging hills and seas."

    _Wiffen's Tasso._

Amongst the many architectural remains which adorn the city, the palace
of the Alhambra is perhaps the most conspicuous. It was originally
founded by one of the Moorish kings, after the conquest of the kingdom
of Granada, and became, in process of time, the favorite residence of a
long line of princes, by whom it was enriched with the spoils of
conquest, and all the embellishments which wealth could supply. Nothing,
indeed, that imagination could devise, or human industry effect, was
omitted, to render it a retreat worthy of the Moorish sovereigns of

Ages have gone by since its foundation, kingdoms have been overthrown,
and whole generations have passed away, but the Alhambra still remains a
proud record of the Moslem's power. It is the last monument of their
glory, amidst the changes that have long since taken place, and that
still proclaim their fall.

The city commands an extensive view of the surrounding country, and the
eye wanders with delight over the picturesque and varied scenery which
opens on every side. Far as the eye can reach, a fertile plain teeming
with life exhibits nature in her most lovely and fascinating forms;
large flocks and herds are seen browzing and disporting amongst the
luxuriant herbage, while the distant quiet villages interspersed
throughout the landscape, are thrown out in bold relief by the dark
green foliage in which they are embosomed. Here the orange-flower and
the jasmin of the gardens, decked in all the pride of cultivation, load
the air with their grateful perfume; and sparkling jets of limpid water,
thrown aloft from fountains of alabaster, impart a continual freshness
and beauty to the scene, whilst they contribute to dissipate the languor
which in this luxurious climate softly steals over the senses.

After dwelling with delight upon this living landscape of happiness and
tranquillity, the feelings of the beholder are aroused by the imposing
aspect of the _Sierra Nevada_. The never-varying hue, the sameness of
desolation exhibited by these gigantic mountains, offer a striking
contrast to the glowing and lively tints of the surrounding country. On
their lofty summits the clouds appear to have fixed their abode; and in
their inhospitable regions no living thing can dwell.--Still barren and
dreary they remain, in the very bosom of luxuriance and cheerfulness;
throughout the vicissitudes of climate and season they are for ever the

Granada was the last strong hold of the Moors in Spain. They had for
seven centuries defied the power of different Christian sovereigns, who
by unremitted efforts slowly and progressively regained those
territories which had been suddenly wrested from their ancestors.
Indeed, it required the lapse of ages and a series of successes, wrought
by the exertions of many a distinguished warrior, to recover those
possessions which had been thus lost by the weakness of a king, and the
treason of a prelate.[1]

Ferdinand and Isabella, happily uniting by marriage the crowns of
Arragon and Castile, consolidated the power and gave a new impulse to
the energies of the Christians. After a variety of minor advantages,
they resolved to lay siege to Granada, fortunately at a time when that
city was a prey to civil dissentions, occasioned by the rival families
of the Zegris and Abencerrages. The Moors, gradually weakened by their
domestic broils, offered but an inadequate opposition to the enemy, who
pressed them, on this account, with increasing ardour. After a
protracted siege of eight months, in which a host of warriors
distinguished themselves, Granada, the royal residence of the Moslems
for seven hundred years, surrendered, and the banner of the Cross
streamed triumphantly over the turrets of the Alhambra.

The Moors seemed satisfied with their new masters, and the partial
change of government which ensued; so that King Ferdinand returned to
Seville, leaving the subdued city in apparent tranquillity. This calm
was, however, but of short duration. Strong symptoms of disaffection
were soon observable in the conduct of the vanquished Moors, and the
murmurs of discontent which prevailed in every quarter, shortly
terminated in open revolt.

The Archbishop of Toledo, in his intemperate zeal for the conversion of
the infidels, had adopted measures which tended rather to increase their
natural aversion to the Christian religion, than to wean them from a
creed, the mandates of which were in greater harmony with their habits
and inclination. The prelate seeing his designs thwarted by the
inhabitants of the Albaycin, commissioned one of his officers to arrest
those whom he suspected of promoting the opposition. This last
ill-advised and imprudent step so greatly exasperated the malcontents,
that no sooner did the alguazil proceed to the discharge of his duty,
than he became a victim to their fury. Imprecations were first heaped
upon him; menaces succeeded; and finally a large stone, hurled from a
window, stretched the unfortunate officer lifeless an the ground.

This murder was the signal for open rebellion. The Moors were aware that
so flagrant an act could not escape an adequate punishment, and they
accordingly prepared themselves for a vigorous resistance. Some of the
most daring hurried from street to street, summoning their
fellow-countrymen to arms, and exclaiming that the articles of the
treaty, in virtue of which they had surrendered, were violated, since
they could not continue unmolested in the exercise of their religious

This untoward event was the occasion of great anxiety to the Count de
Tendilla, who had been entrusted with the government of the city by the
queen. He took active measures to subdue the increasing fury of the
malcontents. But desirous of trying the effect of negociation before he
had recourse to extremes, he set forth to the rebels, in the strongest
light, the criminality and madness of the enterprise in which they had
embarked, and the little probability of their ever again struggling with
success against the Christian power. All his efforts to restore order
proved for some time ineffectual. But the promise of amnesty and redress
of their grievances, the well known integrity of the count, and his
generosity in sending his lady and son as hostages for the fulfilment of
the treaty, induced at length the majority of the rebels to lay down
their arms and accept the proffered pardon.

The forty chiefs, however, who had been chosen by the insurgents,
considered this conduct as pusillanimous, and despised it accordingly.
Dazzled by dreams of ambition, fired with hopes of asserting their
independence, and aware that the wild recesses of the mountains afforded
facilities for conducting the war with greater security and success;
they fled from Granada in the night, and succeeded in instilling their
sentiments into the minds of the Moors who inhabited the adjacent
country. The towns of Guejar, Lanjaron and Andarax soon rose up in arms;
all the mountaineers of the Alpujarras followed the example, and the
Christians were threatened with the loss of those acquisitions, which
their valour and perseverance had so nobly won.

It is at this interesting period that the following romance takes place;
and some of the subsequent events of the rebellion form the historical
portion of its subject.


    We are up in arms,
    If not to fight with foreign enemies,
    Yet to beat down these rebels here at home.


Alarming accounts of the resolution taken by the insurgents being
communicated to the queen, she lost no time in adopting measures for the
preservation of her power. She summoned around her all those counsellors
in whose judgment she had ever confided, and those champions on whose
valour, in the hour of danger, she firmly relied.

At the upper end of the hall of audience in which they were now
assembled, was seen the queen seated on a magnificent throne, over
which was suspended a rich canopy of crimson velvet. Isabella could
scarcely be considered at first sight as one born to command; her
stature was not above the middle size; but there was a certain air of
dignity which pervaded her every action. The mildness which beamed in
her bright blue eye seemed rather to act as a persuasive to the
observance of her mandates, than as a command, and her displeasure was
manifested more by reproaches than by threats. Few women could boast of
greater personal attractions--none a better regulated mind; if fault
there were, it might be traced in the cloud which darkened her brow,
when a consciousness of what was due to religion stood most prominently
forward. At such times she became severe and abstracted; and yet her
occasional austerity could hardly be condemned by her subjects, when it
led to that firmness and courage, and that inflexibility in the decrees
of justice, for which she was so remarkable. If the grave historian has
stamped her character with these attributes of heroism, what scope may
not be allowed to the writer of historical fiction? Distinguished by his
noble bearing and his honorable station, on the right hand of the queen
stood the renowned Alonso de Aguilar, the terror of the Moorish name. He
had, like his brother, the heroic Gonzalo de Cordova, particularly
distinguished himself in the wars against Granada, and was honored with
the regard and unlimited confidence of Isabella. Of a lofty and imposing
stature, he united with gigantic strength an air of dignity which well
became the most accomplished warrior of the age. His noble countenance
wore an expression of resolution and intrepidity, blended with openness
and candour, that inspired the beholder with sentiments of awe and
admiration. His fine athletic form was rendered more interesting from
its still retaining the elasticity of ardent youth, unsubdued by the
chill of fifty winters, which he had chiefly spent in the toils of the
camp. His character bore out the impression thus formed in his favor.
The active courage of his earlier days was chastened, not subdued, by
the experience of a more mature age; whilst the furrows on his manly
brow, and the few gray locks that slightly silvered his raven hair,
heightened the feeling of respect and veneration which his many virtues
were so well calculated to inspire.

On the opposite side stood Don Iñigo Mendoza, Count de Tendilla,
Governor of Granada, a man who had numerous claims to the gratitude of
Spain.--Nor was it the least, that of being father of a son, who
afterwards served his country in the triple capacities of a valiant
soldier, an enlightened statesman, and a profound scholar.

Near these warriors were seen the Master of the Order of Calatrava, the
Aleayde de los Donceles, Count Ureña, and other renowned chiefs. The
rest of the nobles, taking precedence, according to their rank,
completed this imposing assembly.

An universal silence prevailed, and every one seemed impatient to
ascertain the object of the council to which they had been so hastily
summoned, the nature of which they could only conjecture.

But from these noble ranks, a gallant knight was absent--one who, though
young in years, was already a veteran in military achievements, and
whose brilliant abilities had won him the right of sharing with these
distinguished personages the marked favor of his sovereign.--Gomez Arias
was not there, and Alonso de Aguilar, who considered him already as his
son, felt chagrined at his unavoidable absence.

This young nobleman was now a voluntary exile from court, and nowise
anxious to appear at Granada, where his presence would be attended with
danger. Neither his own merits, nor the influence of Aguilar, could
induce Isabella to deviate from the path of justice, loudly demanded by
the family and friends of Don Rodrigo de Cespedes, who, at that time,
was stretched on a bed of sickness, in consequence of a dangerous wound
inflicted by Gomez Arias, his fortunate rival in the affections of
Leonor de Aguilar.

The members of the council, with this solitary exception, being
assembled, the queen rose to address them.--"Noble Christians," she
said, "my friends and brave defenders! You are no doubt already aware of
the important motive which summons you to our presence. Unless a speedy
remedy be applied, we are threatened with the loss of those territories
for which we have so long toiled, and which have been purchased with the
dearest blood in Spain. Again the noble patriotic fire which animates
you must be called forth, and the redoubled strength of your arms be
displayed against the enemies of our faith and native land. Scarcely had
you, by courage and perseverance, reduced this last strong hold of
Granada, and compelled the Moors to surrender the inheritance of our
forefathers, when the seeds of discontent were sown, and sprung into
open rebellion. Whatever may have been the complaints of the inhabitants
of the Albaycin, it was by calm remonstrance, and by applications to
our throne of justice, that they ought to have sought redress; not by
the force of arms, in which they have had but too many occasions to
acknowledge our superiority.--Our officers of justice have been
insulted, and one of them has been murdered in the discharge of his
duty. The prudent and active conduct of the Count de Tendilla succeeded
in putting down the first commotion, but the leaders of the outrage have
sought, in the wild passes of the Alpujarras, to conduct by stratagem a
war which they are not able to sustain against us in the field. Let us
then hasten to chastise their insolence before the evil gain ground. Not
that I entertain any doubts of success, but for the purpose of saving
the valuable lives which such procrastination might endanger. Amongst
the rebel chiefs, who appear to possess in the greatest degree the
confidence of their comrades, and most resolutely to defy our power, are
el Negro,[2] of Lanjaron, and el Feri de Benastepar. The former,
blockaded in the Castle of Lanjaron, will not long brave a siege; but
the latter is a more formidable enemy, and being well acquainted with
the innermost passes of those wild mountains, will offer a greater
resistance. Against this man, therefore, our chief efforts must be

She then took a banner, on which was splendidly emblazoned the arms of
Castile and Arragon.--"To thee, Don Alonso de Aguilar," she said, "do we
intrust the chief command in this expedition, and to thy care and
keeping do we commit this precious gage, which thou must fix on the
summit of the Alpujarras."

Saying this, she delivered the standard to the veteran warrior. He bowed
on receiving it, and the fire of enthusiasm kindled in his dark eyes as
he knelt, and kissed the hand of the donor; then waving the banner on
high, he exclaimed--"All that human efforts can achieve, will I do. My
Liege, from your hands Alonso de Aguilar receives this pledge of royal
favor, and he will not prove ungrateful for the noble distinction. Yes,
I will punish these accursed infidels, and this sacred standard shall
not be separated from me till it streams in triumph on the summit of the
mountain. Noble warriors," he continued with a burst of exultation--"if
this banner be lost, search for it in the midst of slaughtered
Moors--there you will find it, dyed in the blood, but still in the grasp
of Alonso de Aguilar."

As he uttered these words, he again raised the banner on high, and the
surrounding chiefs sent forth, simultaneously, a shout of approbation.
Isabella then motioning with her hand to command attention, again
addressed the council.--"Listen further to our sovereign decree. From
this time let no one of our subjects hold communion or any intercourse
whatever with the rebels. The least infringement of this order shall be
accounted treason, and the transgressor shall be dealt with according to
the law. Let an edict be proclaimed, that no one may plead ignorance of
its purport."

The chiefs now gradually withdrew; and Don Alonso having made his
obeisance, was likewise about to retire, when his royal mistress
detained him.--"Stay, Aguilar. It grieves me much that the marriage of
thy daughter should be thus deferred, nay, perhaps set aside, by the
unfortunate adventure of her lover with Don Rodrigo de Cespedes. How is
the wounded man?"

"Most gracious Queen"--replied Don Alonso, "I have received intelligence
that he is even now considered almost out of danger. The issue of a few
days will determine, and then if the result be favorable, I may safely
welcome the return of Don Lope Gomez Arias."

"As good a knight as Spain can boast"--returned the queen--"and
possessed of those accomplishments which insure the favor of our sex.
But I hear he has a failing, which, as a woman, I ought rather to call a
grievous fault. I am told he is of a very fickle character. Is not your
Leonor alarmed at the reported inconstancy of her future husband?"

"Is she not the child of Aguilar?"--proudly cried the warrior--"And
where is the man that dared wrong one of that name?"

"Nay," replied Isabella, in the most condescending tone and manner, "I
do not mean that Leonor will repent her choice when once made; she has
attractions to fix the most volatile and inconstant of men; and I
sincerely hope that Gomez Arias will have discernment sufficient to
appreciate them."

"Don Lope is not so fickle as some have wished your Highness to
believe," observed Don Alonso. "Moreover, I use no compulsion; they love
each other well, and I only am concerned that their marriage should not
be celebrated before I march against el Feri de Benastepar. In the face
of danger I would then feel tranquil, from the consciousness that there
was one to protect my child, should aught happen to her father in this
hazardous expedition."

"The daughter of Don Alonso de Aguilar"--replied the queen--"can never
need one to supply her father's place whilst Isabella lives. She shall
remain constantly with me, and I shall be gratified to manifest by my
attention and kindness to Leonor, the high estimation in which I hold
her father. But how does it happen that you are not the _Mantenedor_ of
the lists in the games of to-morrow?"

"One more capable than myself has already assumed the charge. Besides, I
can feel little interested with the display of a tournament, when we are
shortly to meet the enemy in mortal encounter. These sports suit well
with gay young cavaliers, but not with veterans like myself. Those
gallant knights have admiring ladies to look upon their prowess, and
reward their success. But my only ambition is to sustain the laurels
earned in bloody fray against the enemy of my country,--to gain the
approbation of that country, and the favor of its greatest ornament,--my
noble sovereign."

The resolute and manly tone in which Don Alonso spoke, perfectly
accorded with the frankness and generosity of his character. He bent his
knee as he pressed to his lips the extended hand of his queen.

"And well hast thou deserved that favor," she exclaimed, "my best, and
most faithful friend: thy country will pay with gratitude thy long
proved services. Go; prosper in thy brilliant career!"

The remainder of the day was passed in preparations for the games of the
morrow. Gallant knights were busily engaged in preparing their
accoutrements, and examining their armour, whilst many a fair hand was
as anxiously occupied in ornamenting the devices, and arranging the
colours of the favored knight. The city was thronged with visitors, the
inhabitants of the adjacent country having been attracted by the fame of
the reported games, insomuch that Granada could not hold her numerous
guests. For more accommodation, numerous temporary tents had been
pitched along the smiling plain of the Vega. The voices of vacant joy
and revelry were heard on all sides, and the warriors and irregular
groups, moving along in all the recklessness of anticipated pleasure,
presented a gay and lively picture.


    Cada uno dellos mientes tiene al so,
    Abrazan los escudos delant los corazones:
    Abaxan las lauzas abueltas con los pendones;
    Enclinaban las caras sobre los arzones:
    Batien los cavallos con los espolones,
    Tembrar quierie la tierra dod eran movedores.

                             _Poema del Cid._

The morning arrived, and the entrances to the lists were thronged by the
inhabitants of Granada and their visitors; all anxious to witness a
display which it was expected would surpass in magnificence any thing of
the kind they had ever seen. A large piece of ground, perfectly level
and free from impediment, had been appropriately chosen without the
walls of the city, for the exhibition of the games of strength, valour,
and skill, and a temporary gallery had been constructed, extending on
either side to the extremity of the lists. At the end nearest the city,
was erected a temporary wooden fortress, painted in imitation of
stone-work, curiously fabricated, covered over with canvas, and capable
of containing a number of men-at-arms. On the front turret of this
castle streamed a large banner, on which was emblazoned a red cross
decorated with gold, being the arms of the order of Calatrava, of which
the _Mantenedor_[3] was the grand master. Other smaller banners were
placed around it, and they appertained to the four knights, who had
volunteered to support the _Mantenedor_, and who, in conjunction with
him, were bound to accept the challenge of all knights adventurers
disposed to encounter them. On each side of the castle were two tents,
before which were placed the pennon and shield of the knights to whom
they belonged, and at the entrance stood a squire, ready to meet the
demands of all comers.

Directly facing the castle, at the other extremity of the lists, was
pitched a large and magnificent pavilion, ornamented with little
pennons, and numberless armorial devices curiously interwoven with gold
and silver thread on green silk brocade. Before it were artificially
grouped swords, lances, shields, and every description of armour,
emblematical of the intent to which the pavilion was appropriated, it
being set apart for the use of those knights who were willing to enter
the lists against the _Mantenedor_ and his assistants. About the middle
of the gallery on the right of the castle, a platform had been erected
for the accommodation of the queen and her retinue. It was covered with
scarlet cloth, and shaded by a rich canopy of purple brocade, on the top
of which were seen the royal and united arms of Arragon and Castile
shining in burnished gold. The whole of this platform was occupied by
the maids of honour, and other principal ladies, as well as the
noblemen and gentlemen of the court. In front of the place occupied by
the queen, were stationed the umpires of the tournament, whose duty it
was to decide the merits of the candidates, and award the prizes. Other
places on either side of the throne were allotted to the various
nobility and gentry of Granada, whilst the two extremities of this
gallery and the whole of the other were assigned to the public, without
any claim to precedence, but that of a priority of occupation.

And now the ponderous bells of the cathedral filled the air with their
tolling; and immediately the bands of martial instruments within the
lists, struck up a glorious and enlivening strain, in signal of the
queen's approach.

At length she made her appearance, surrounded by a numerous suite, and
heartily was she welcomed by the multitude, whose joy at the sight of
their beloved sovereign was equal to the anticipated pleasure of the

Isabella was sumptuously attired in a rich dress of crimson velvet,
ornamented with pearls. A delicate and costly scarf, of the finest lace,
was attached to the back part of her head, and covered with its graceful
folds her beautiful neck and shoulders. On this splendid scarf were
wrought in gold thread, lions and castles, and other insignia of the
arms of Spain. The queen wore likewise the crosses of the orders of
Santiago and Calatrava, richly studded with diamonds and precious gems
of immense value.

The lists now offered a most dazzling and noble spectacle. On one side
was displayed all the splendour of the court, and the sparkling
jewellery, the costly attire, and the waving plumes indicated the spot
where the rank and beauty of Spain was assembled in all its glory and
magnificence. Indeed towards this part of the lists the attention was
more particularly directed, as in all courteous exhibitions of martial
prowess, the interest is chiefly centered in those objects, to win whose
smile lances are broken and helmets shivered.--Nor was the feeling of
enthusiasm on beholding this scene lessened by the appearance of the
opposite gallery, which, though more humble, nevertheless contributed,
by the variety and gaiety of their costume, together with the cheerful
animation expressed in their countenances, to the general effect of the
picture. Then the proud display of all the panoplies of the court; the
rich waving plumage of the crests; the lustre of the burnished shields
and polished armour, together with the neighing of the spirited charger
that caracolled the lists, and the warlike strains that at intervals
floated on the air, powerfully tended to strike the imagination and
inspire the heart to deeds of chivalry and arms.

A flourish of trumpets and clarions now indicated that the tournament
was about to commence. In a few moments therefore the lists were
cleared, with the exception of the heralds, who, gorgeously equipped in
suits of crimson and gold, and attended by trumpeters, advanced to the
four corners of the lists to proclaim the challenge. It was couched in
the formula of chivalric language, which it would be superfluous here to
transcribe. The meaning, however, was, that the _Mantenedor_ and his
supporters, Don Manuel Ponce de Leon, the Alcayde de los Donceles, Count
Cifuentes, and Don Antonio de Leyva, invited all knights adventurers to
break lances, if they were hardy enough to dispute their right to the
lists. As soon as the challenge had been pronounced, the heralds retired
to their posts; when the trumpets sounded again, the gates of the castle
were thrown open, and the five challengers came forward.

Nothing could surpass the richness of their harness, the splendour of
their armour, and the gallantry of their bearing. The grand master was
attired in a costly suit of steel, the corslet of which was entirely
burnished with silver, and the ornaments chased with the same precious
metal. Over this he wore a short mantle of white velvet, which was the
colour he had adopted. On his shield, upon a field argent, was portrayed
the red cross of Calatrava, which he also bore on his breast, and which
was surrounded with the following device--"_Por esta y por mi Rey._"[4]

Don Manuel Ponce de Leon next fixed the attention of the spectators; his
armour was the same as the _Mantenedor_'s, excepting that the _ropa_[5]
which hung from his shoulder was crimson. On his ample buckler were
emblazoned the bars of the arms of Arragon, granted to his warlike
ancestors by the kings of that country; and likewise quartered thereon,
was a lion rampant, in field argent, a device which, tradition says, was
adopted by the famous Trojan, Hector, from whom the old French
chroniclers assert the Ponces de Leon to be descended. Beneath the arms
was legible in red letters the motto--"_Soy como mi nombre._"[6]

The armour of the other knights was made to correspond with that of the
_Mantenedor_, the only distinguishing mark being the colour of the
_ropas_, and the different device which each bore upon his shield,
either as indicative of his feelings, or from the armorial bearings of
his family. The colour of the spirited chargers of these challengers was
snow white. Nothing could exceed the beauty of their proportions and the
splendour of their trappings. They beat the ground with short quick
tramp, and shook the white foam from their mouths, as they fretted at
the discipline by which their fiery ardour was restrained. They were
caparisoned with long housings of costly brocade, and ornamented with
gold or silver, according to the colour of the rider's dress, and their
manes and tails were decorated with knots of gay ribbons.

The five challengers now advanced at a stately pace, till they arrived
before the queen, when, with a graceful and simultaneous motion, they
made their horses kneel down; and after saluting the courtly retinue
with their lances, they caracolled round the lists, as if to reconnoitre
their dominions. At last, after various martial evolutions, in which
they were accompanied by the animating strains of the music, they
proceeded to the middle of the lists--there they halted, and, throwing
down their gauntlets, retreated to the castle in the same order in which
they had advanced. The trumpets then sounded, and immediately there was
a rush of gallant knights, who pricked into the lists, all eager to take
up these tokens of defiance. So upon retiring, five of their number, who
had succeeded in securing the gage, came forward from the pavilion. The
champions wore fine Spanish shirts of mail, with a polished breast-plate
inlaid with gold, and their pliant barbs of raven black, seemed to have
been chosen to contrast with those of the challengers. The helmets of
the knights were almost hidden in a shadowing plumage of white and red
feathers. The chief of this gallant band declined giving his name,
though he was known to his four companions, who pledged themselves for
him. However, from the superior courage and address which the strange
knight afterwards displayed, it was generally believed that he could be
no other than the renowned Gonzalo de Cordova, who, from a pique in a
momentary fit of passion, had withdrawn from court, and lost the
friendship of the queen. The other four knights were easily
distinguished by their devices and colours. Amongst them, the most
conspicuous, appeared the young Don Pedro, son of Don Alonso de Aguilar.
He carried himself with a bearing far superior to his years, and
inspired a general interest, both on his own account and for that of his
illustrious sire. On his shield he bore a golden eagle, emblematical of
his name, flying towards heaven, and carrying in his claws a bleeding
Moor. Underneath was the motto--

    "Le subiré hasta el cielo,
    Porque dé mayor caida."[7]

This shield belonged to Alonso de Aguilar himself, who was no less
pleased than surprised that his son should have chosen such a device for
the occasion. But every one applauded the young Don Pedro for that
unconquerable hatred towards the enemies of his country, which he had
inherited from his ancestors, and which engrossed their thoughts even in
pastimes and games. By the side of Don Pedro, rode Garcilaso de la Vega,
who was proud to bear the brazen shield which he had inherited from his
father, and upon which was displayed the bleeding head of a Moor,
hanging on a black charger's tail, and round which were the words--"_Ave
Maria_"--a device which the Garcilasos wore in commemoration of the
famous single combat which one of their house had sustained against the
fierce Moor Audala, who, with impious insolence, had interwoven the
sacred salutation to the virgin, in token of derision, in his horse's
tail. The two other champions were the Count de Ureña and young
Sayavedra, both equally renowned in that age of chivalry, brave and
gallant knights.

They now proceeded to the castle, and after the ceremony of striking
twice the gong which was placed beside it, and selecting their tents,
they again retreated. The five challengers next presented themselves,
and a desperate encounter was anticipated. Indeed ten more valiant
knights were scarcely to be found in all Spain, and their acknowledged
skill promised a display of more than usual interest for the beholders.

At the signal given, they rushed impetuously forward, yet such was their
perfection in horsemanship, and so well trained and disciplined were
their chargers, that they all arrived at the middle of the lists at the
same time, meeting in a shock, the abrupt and fearful clash of which
seemed as if it had been the effect of a single but awful concussion.
The lances were splintered to the very hilts, but the knights resumed
their places amidst the loud applause of the multitude. Again they
darted with the velocity of the wind, and again they met with the same
precision, but not with the same success; for in this encounter the
challengers were considered the victors--the two chiefs alone having
sustained no injury--their lances broke as before, but they remained
firm and erect in their saddle. Not so with the rest--for young Don
Pedro was not able to withstand the superior force of Ponce de Leon's
more manly age. Garcilaso was unhorsed by Don Antonio de Leyva, and the
two others sustained great inconvenience from the Alcayde and Count

The shouts of the spectators, and the flourish of instruments,
proclaimed the victory of the _Mantenedor_ and his supporters, who
retired to the castle with their good fortune, ready to meet the demands
of all other adventurers. The chief of the vanquished party who had so
handsomely maintained his ground against the Maestre, now signified his
intention of encountering that champion singly; but in this he was
opposed by the marshals of the games, who declared that after the demand
of his challenge had been acceded to, he could not, according to the
rules, encounter again the same knight on that day. The matter was
referred to the judges, who decided against the stranger chief, and he
was accordingly obliged to desist from his purpose.

Great was the joy of the _Mantenedor_ and his associates, who, having
vanquished the most formidable knights, proudly imagined that all who
might now appear, would afford an easy victory. Indeed this opinion
seemed generally to prevail, as for some time no one shewed himself in
the lists to dispute their supremacy.

Don Pedro, vexed at heart, now mounted a strong charger--rode up to the
castle, and challenged the _Mantenedor_ himself. Don Alonso de Aguilar
saw the noble daring of his son at once with pleasure and dismay; for
although he was overjoyed to perceive him possessed of such undaunted
courage, he yet trembled for the consequences of his temerity.

The gong sounded twice--the Maestre appeared, and was struck at the
presumption of the young adventurer.--They took their places--the
trumpets gave the signal--forward the champions started, and at the
first meeting displayed such an equality that the whole place rung with
acclamations. Indeed this was the most important encounter, and every
one waited its issue in breathless expectation--the ladies in
particular, always interested where youth dares against manhood, waved
their kerchiefs and scarfs to animate the young knight, whose heart in
sooth needed no such stimulus. In the second encounter, however, he was
not equally fortunate; for the _Mantenedor_, jealous of his fame, now
risked against a youth, stood more on his guard, and summoned all his
might and skill to his assistance.--Don Pedro was unable to withstand
the shock; the lance flew unharmed from his grasp, and he was compelled
to leave the field honorably, but still in possession of the

The castle now sent forth a blast of clarions, in sign of triumph and
defiance, whilst at the pavilion, no knight evinced any desire of
renewing the engagement. In this state of suspense, some time elapsed,
and the heralds, according to form, proceeded to summon the knights
adventurers, but no one appeared--again ten minutes elapsed, and a
second summons was pronounced, but again it met with no answer. The
triumph of the _Mantenedor_ now seemed certain, and the heralds were
about to utter the third and last proclamation, when, lo! a knight was
seen riding at full speed towards the lists, and, after thundering at
the barrier for admittance, without further ceremony, was directing his
course to the castle, when his career was arrested by the marshals, as
no one could pretend to enter the lists against the challengers, without
previously delivering his name and titles, or at least presenting a
known friend to vouch for his being a true and loyal knight.

The incognito knight was accordingly obliged to give way; but making a
sign to the herald not to proceed to the third summons, he rode up to
Don Pedro and, taking him aside, conferred with him in secret. Young
Aguilar immediately advanced with visible surprise and pleasure, and
pledged himself for his new companion. This circumstance, no less than
the general appearance of the champion in question, commanded universal
interest and attention. He was completely accoutred in a blue steel
armour, over which he wore a short mantle of black velvet, sumptuously
adorned with gold. On his burnished helmet he wore a profusion of white
and sable feathers, and on his lance streamed a pennon of the same
colours. His breast was covered with a ponderous shield, bearing no
device, but the solitary motto--"_Conocelle por sus fechos._"[8] The
incognito knight brought with him neither squire nor page, and there was
an air of mystery about his person that tended considerably to heighten
the interest which his sudden appearance had already excited.

He now rushed impetuously towards the castle, when the charger seemed to
be under no command, and the knight was apparently in peril of being
dashed to pieces;--a simultaneous cry of terror burst from the
surrounding multitude, when the incognito knight on the point of being
hurled against the wall of the castle, and at the distance of scarcely
two feet, suddenly reined up, and both he and his charger appeared
rooted to the ground. A burst of admiration now superseded the terror
which his precipitous career had occasioned, and every one was lost in
conjectures relating to the incognito knight. The noble arrogance of the
motto--"_Conocelle por sus fechos_," made them better appreciate the
feat he had just performed. He advanced to the gong, and sounded a
redoubled and protracted peal, and flourishing his lance in the face of
the castle and tents, indicated his willingness to do battle with all.
This daring act excited a second burst of applause, and the astonished
challengers appeared at the castle in a mood of mixed perplexity and
indignant pride. The incognito knight, however, vaulted on his charger,
and then retreated to await the pleasure of the _Mantenedor_; who,
according to rank, was the first to engage. The flourish of trumpets
acted as a signal, and the champions rushed against each other at full
speed; the shock was tremendous--the lances were shivered, and the
powerful chargers staggered with the violent concussion. The champions
taking new lances, prepared for a second encounter, when the horse of
the _Mantenedor_, either from sudden fright or other cause, swerved in
the middle of its career, and its master, being obliged to deviate from
his intended aim, would have offered an easy victory to his antagonist.
The knight, however, generously refused to take advantage of this
accident, and, making a demi-volte, returned to await the _Mantenedor_'s
leisure. But the latter, overcome by the courteous behaviour of his
adversary, declined a second encounter, and retired to the castle.

Don Manuel Ponce de Leon next advanced, happy in the opportunity which
chance offered him of gathering the laurels, which his principal had
forgone. This knight, in the opinion of many, was the most formidable of
the five challengers--the repeated single combats in which he had
engaged against the Moors, and other feats of arms, having won for him
very great reputation. He came therefore into the lists, as if conscious
of his powers, and fully confident of success. In the first shock,
there was a slight advantage on his part, having succeeded in striking
his lance so forcibly, and directly on the breast-plate of his
adversary, that the incognito knight was observed somewhat to stagger;
while Don Manuel remained immoveable as a rock--however, as no decided
advantage could be claimed, the two champions prepared to renew the
engagement. Again the swift-footed steeds fly over the lists, and again
the combatants meet with a terrific clash. It proved unfortunate for
Ponce de Leon, who was dealt such a severe blow, that had it not been
for the extreme goodness of his armour, the queen would have lost one of
her most gallant warriors. As it was, the saddle girths broke, and the
horse, unable to withstand the shock, staggered backward--tottered, and
rolled over, throwing his rider, with a tremendous fall, into the middle
of the lists. Ponce de Leon with difficulty arose, having received a
sore contusion, and was assisted back to the castle, from whence the
Alcayde de los Donceles soon issued forth, intent upon revenging the
disgrace of his companion. He offered, however, a faint resistance; for
the incognito knight, at every encounter, appeared to acquire new
strength. The opposition afforded by Count de Cifuentes was still
weaker; the unfortunate knight being fairly unhorsed in such a manner,
that he seemed for a moment to be carried on the point of his
antagonist's lance to the ground. The shouts of the spectators, and the
peal of instruments redoubled at every new proof of strength and skill
thus manifested, and the triumph of the incognito knight was hailed as
certain. He had now only to meet the youngest; and, to the opinion of
all, the least renowned of the challengers. Young Don Antonio de Leyva,
however, by the martial and undaunted manner in which he came forward,
showed that he was in no ways intimidated by the repeated and
extraordinary good fortune of the doughty champion.

The trumpets sounded--the lances are couched--the horses started--the
silence is intense--when, with one fearful resounding clash, the
knights meet--the charm is broken, and all is converted into an uproar
of wonder and delight.--The champions, though so unequal in all
appearances, now proved to be fairly matched--both lances descended from
the air in splinters, and the tremendous shock which the combatants had
sustained, appeared to produce no other effect than to check their
steeds in their impetuous course. The knights soon recovered and
regained their stations.--Again the signal is heard--and again they
speed with the swiftness of the arrow--the lances break, and both the
horses recede with the violent shock.--Surprise and delight agitate the
bosom of the spectators.--Hope inspires the drooping spirits of the
_Mantenedor_ and those of the castle.--Disappointment and vexation rage
in the heart of the incognito knight. He made a movement of impatient
anger, as he grasped firmly the lance which was now presented to him,
and poised it as if to ascertain its consistency; then, making a circuit
with his steed, he appeared resolved to put a termination to the hopes
of his adversary in the present encounter.--With a desperate start he
rushed headlong against his opponent, who, aware of the furious attack
he was about to sustain, collected all his might to meet it with a
suitable resistance.--The incognito knight inclined himself more forward
on his horse, and turned his aim full at the breast of his antagonist,
while Don Antonio, who perceived his intention, resolved to direct his
lance towards his adversary's head, which, though a difficult
manoeuvre, would, if successful, insure the advantage.--The incognito
knight, however, broke the tendency of the blow by suddenly inclining
his head forward, while the anger that boiled within his bosom, so
powerfully seconded his efforts, that the gallant Don Antonio fell,
bearing, however, his adversary backwards on his seat, and carrying
away, on the point of his lance, the plumage that adorned his casque.

The victory was now completed, and the whole place resounded with shouts
of admiration. The incognito knight having thus vanquished the
champions, for some time gallantly paraded the lists, making his
obedient and tutored steed perform several graceful evolutions. Then
suddenly advancing before the throne of the queen, he lowered the point
of his lance and made his charger to kneel. Passing onwards to Leonor de
Aguilar, he again made the graceful salute, whilst a shower of
many-colored ribbons, white and highly-scented gloves, flowers, and
other favors, fell profusely from fair hands--a due tribute to bravery
and skill. Having performed this mark of courtesy, without waiting to
receive the guerdon he had so well merited, he applied spurs to his
horse and was soon lost to the sight of the delighted and admiring

The incognito knight became the subject of general speculation--he had
overcome five champions to whom the court of Isabella could afford no
equals--only one man perhaps might be capable of such valorous
achievements, but he was now an exile whom the law pursued, and whose
appearance in the lists would be attended with danger. Still the
extraordinary prowess of the knight, and the circumstance of Don Pedro
coming forward to answer for him when he entered the lists, left no room
to doubt that he was that illustrious exile. Indeed the significant
smile which the queen directed to Alonso de Aguilar, when the champion
saluted his daughter, and the blush that mantled on the cheek of that
lady implied a perfect recognition of her lover.

His absence from the lists gave the judges an opportunity of awarding
the principal prize to Don Antonio de Leyva, by whom, according to their
own, as well as the general opinion, it was more justly merited. The
different bands now struck up a martial air; the queen departed with her
numerous and splendid train, and every one retired from the lists,
perfectly satisfied with the sports of the day, to spend the remainder
of it in feasting and discussing the various merits of the knights who
had afforded them so much pleasure.


    Poi la Vittoria da quel canto stia,
    Che vorra la divina providenza:
    Il cavalier non havrà colpa alcuna,
    Ma il tutto impulterassi à la fortuna.


The following morning shone equally bright as the preceding, and the
expectations of the public were equally sanguine. The same pomp and
ceremony presided in the court; the same precision and gallant
deportment was observable in the knights, the heralds, and all other
persons connected with the sports.

As these, however, as far as concerned the tournament, were but a
repetition of the antecedent day, and more to be enjoyed by being an
active witness than a passive reader of them, we will not dwell on the
subject further than to observe, that those of the castle sustained the
challenge most gallantly. Although many were the fresh arrivals of
adventurers who fearlessly advanced to engage the _Mantenedor_ and his
comrades, none were sufficiently accomplished to bear away the palm.
Indeed, the incognito knight, the most redoubtable of all the
combatants, either from fear of discovery, or from some secret
injunction, had abstained from making a second appearance in the lists.

The signal was now given, and the heralds proclaimed that the games of
valour and strength were ended, and those of skill about to commence.

An interval of two hours was employed in clearing the lists, and
preparing the ground for the _juego de la sortija_,[9] which was
peculiarly gratifying to the queen. This intermediate time was devoted
by the assembled and motley crowd, to the rational, and provident
purpose of a substantial repast.

A tall and slight pine tree, beautifully decorated with ribbons, was
placed in the ground, and a gold ring of proportion suitable to the
occasion, suspended on one of the projecting branches, under which the
candidates were to pass at full career. The queen herself resolved to
reward the victor with her own royal hand. Her portrait, superbly set in
sparkling jewellery, and hanging on a ponderous gold chain of curious
workmanship, was suspended by her side--a meet reward for the successful
competitor. The nature of the guerdon, the quality of the bestower, and
the circumstance that there was but one prize to be obtained, greatly
stimulated the emulation of every knight to deserve an honor the more
desirable from its admitting of no participation.

_Chirimias_, _dulzainas_,[10] and other musical instruments which are
now grown obsolete, but which in those days were in high request, now
filled the air with harmony, while the attention of the gay and motley
concourse was arrested by the sudden arrival of heralds on horseback,
gorgeously apparelled, and preceded by black slaves playing on the
cymbals. These paraded the lists for a short time, and then retiring to
their posts, gave way to beautiful pages, mounted on elegant palfreys,
and attired in costly silken dresses of light blue, bedizened with
ribbons, and bearing a turban of crimson velvet with white feathers.
These pages carried before them the light and slender lances
appropriated for the games, and having deposited them near the queen,
they retired and took their stations opposite to the troop of heralds
and black musicians.

The attention of the public was then simultaneously attracted to the
four corners of the lists, from whence four quadrilles of equestrians
proceeded, all vieing with each other in the richness of their dresses,
the splendor of ornaments, and the gaiety of their bearing. These
quadrilles were distinguished by the different colours which they wore,
and out of each were selected three champions to dispute the prize. At
the signal given, they started severally according to the order of
precedence, which had been obtained by casting lots, and in the first
course seven candidates passed their lances clearly through the ring,
carrying it along in their headlong career.

The music sounded a flourish, and the seven competitors underwent
another trial, in which only two were successful--young Garcilaso, and
Antonio de Leyva. The contest was now to be divided by the two, and pink
and green were the colours that contended for the victory; accordingly
their quadrilles, as well as the spectators of both sexes who had
adopted those colours, awaited the result of the contest, with anxious
suspense. Garcilaso now made a graceful curvet, and spring at once with
the celerity of an arrow, in the middle of his precipitous career he
extended his lance with perfect ease and dexterity, and again carried
away the ring. Don Antonio next advanced; and having indulged for a
short space in several feats of horsemanship, he sped towards the
honored tree on which was suspended victory or defeat. His horsemanship
was so perfect that, excepting the feather on his head which streamed
before the wind, all appeared like the figure of a centaur, flying
meteor-like along the plain. His lance, however, missed the middle of
the ring, and touching one of its edges, such was the rapidity of Don
Antonio's motion that the ring sprung high in the air, when the
dexterous cavalier, to the admiration of the surrounding multitude,
turned short, and before the ring had time to fall, he caught it fairly
with his lance. This extraordinary feat excited universal applause, and
some even vociferated that Don Antonio was deservedly entitled to the
prize. However, as Garcilaso had likewise succeeded in carrying away the
ring, the candidates were obliged to refer to another trial, which was
decided in favor of young de Leyva, who was immediately escorted by the
triumphant party to receive the reward amidst the exhilarating strains
of the music, and the acclamation of the vast concourse.

As soon as the victorious cavalcade arrived near the queen, Don Antonio
and the chief of the quadrille vaulted nimbly from their horses, when
the conqueror knelt at the feet of his gracious sovereign, who, with a
condescending smile, threw the portrait round his neck.

"Wear this," she then said, "in commemoration of thy skill, and the
regard of Isabella. Remember that this gift is a gage of my royal word
to accord to the bearer any boon he may have to demand. Upon the
presentation of this token it shall be granted. My royal word is

Don Antonio humbly kissed the hand of his queen, and mingling again with
his party, they paraded the place in ceremonial triumph, previous to
their departure. The feats of De Leyva, both in the tourney and the game
of the ring, had secured for him the admiration of all the spectators,
and more particularly amongst the fairer part. Many were the glances
bestowed upon him by sparkling eyes and many a gentle bosom beat high
with emotion as he inclined towards them his handsome figure in graceful
salutations.--Even the proud Leonor could not entirely conceal the
inward satisfaction she felt at the triumph of the young Don Antonio;
for, notwithstanding her efforts, she could but ill disguise a latent
feeling of interest and delight. Certainly it was not love; for,
according to general opinion, she had irretrievably fixed her affections
on another object. But yet she was in that state of mind which is more
easily felt than described; a state too glowing to be called mere
friendship--too cold to be denominated love; it was something between
both--a tender sentiment of regard towards one whom she was taught to
consider her inferior in point of rank and fortune.

Leonor de Aguilar had inherited from her warlike father that pride and
loftiness of spirit which in some measure spurned the softer sensations
of the heart. She scarcely believed in the existence of unbounded,
unconquerable passion; her ideas were too much engrossed in the dazzling
visions of glory and fame to descend to a minute analysis of the various
gradations of tenderness, and the progressive workings of love.--She
seemed to sympathize more with the lofty feelings of her father, than
with those of her woman's heart. She had implicitly trusted to him the
care of her happiness, and upon his slightest intimation she had
consented to receive Gomez Arias as her future husband, and he had too
many brilliant qualities not to meet with her approbation.

Gomez Arias possessed in an eminent degree great military talents, and
an unbounded desire of glory and renown,--qualities which, in the
opinion of Leonor, were paramount to every other consideration.
Accordingly, she loved him, as she thought, in a manner worthy of the
daughter of Don Alonso de Aguilar.

In this state of mind she awaited the marriage, which had only been
retarded by the untoward accident which had unhappily brought the life
of Don Rodrigo de Cespedes into mortal jeopardy.

Meantime the extraordinary valour and address which Gomez Arias had
displayed in the tournament (for Leonor felt conscious that the
incognito knight could be no other), tended considerably to increase her
admiration for him, and to enhance her desire of uniting her fortunes to
those of a man so well calculated to merit by his services the
approbation of his country.

The games being over, various chiefs, such as the Alcayde de los
Donceles, Count Cifuentes, and others of equal merit, departed with the
forces under their command, to act against the rebels, now daily
increasing both in number and strength.

Meantime Don Alonso de Aguilar, on whom devolved the most dangerous part
of the enterprize, that of penetrating into the heart of those terrible
mountains of the Alpujarras, felt scarcely satisfied with his detention
at Granada, as he considered every moment spent in inactivity as lost to
glory and renown.

Great, therefore, was his satisfaction when he communicated to his
daughter the perfect recovery of Don Rodrigo de Cespedes. Nothing now
could prevent the immediate appearance of Gomez Arias at Granada, for
the celebration of the nuptials, or throw any impediment on Don Alonso's
departure against the rebel Moors. Intelligence, therefore, was sent to
Don Lope, who lay concealed at Guadix, that he might repair with the
utmost expedition to Granada,--an invitation which Aguilar entertained
no doubt would be most anxiously welcomed by that cavalier. Under this
impression Don Alonso now turned his thoughts solely to the object that
was ever in his mind, and engrossed his every sentiment. Two or three
days more and he would be marching against the enemies of his country,
and adding new laurels to the flourishing branches that already graced
his glorious name.

Meantime his daughter Leonor evinced an equal anxiety for the return of
her lover, not so much for any selfish gratification of feeling as for
the more noble ambition of claiming the prerogative to call by the
endearing names of father and husband, the two first warriors of the

Thus impressed, both father and daughter awaited with impatience the
following day, which, beyond the possibility of doubt, was to bring
Gomez Arias to the city.


    _Sterling._ True, True; and since you only transfer from one
    girl to another, it is no more than transferring so much stock,
    you know.

    _Sir John._ The very thing.

    _Sterling._ Odso! I had quite forgot. We are reckoning
    without our host here.

                                  _Clandestine Marriage._

"What is to be the wonder now?" asked Gomez Arias, as he observed his
valet and confidant, Roque, approaching, with an unusual expression of
gravity upon his countenance, such indeed as was seldom discernible in
the features of the merry buffoon.

"What is it you want?"

"I wish to leave your service, Señor."

"Leave my service! Surely, Roque, you are not tired of so indulgent a

"Yes, Sir," answered Roque, "I am; and what is more, I have been so
these three years--may I speak out?"

"Why," said Don Lope, "you never till now asked leave to be
impertinent--but let me hear your complaints."

"In the first place you are not rich--a grievous fault."

"How can I help that?" demanded Gomez Arias.

"Señor, you could have helped it once; but that is passed. Then you

"Here's the devil preaching morality," exclaimed his master, with a
laugh. "Oh! most conscientious Roque, what are thine objections to this

"To the amusement in itself, none; I am only discontented with the
consequences. If you gain, you very composedly enjoy the whole fruits of
your success; if, on the contrary, you lose, I get more than a
reasonable share of your ill-humours, with which you most liberally
indulge me. Now, Don Lope, I should like fair play, if play you will;
to feel a little more the effect of the first, and not quite so much of
the second."

"Thou art a pleasant sort of a fool, Roque," said Gomez Arias, as he
leisurely twirled round his curling jet-black mustachios, and with much
complacency eyed his fine figure in a mirror.

"Thank you, Sir," replied the valet, with a low bow; "but be pleased to
consider, that the good opinion you entertain of my talents is
unfortunately no adequate compensation for the privations and numberless
perils which I undergo in your service. To continue, then, the list

"My faults!" interrupted his master.

"I only say of my complaints," returned the valet: "next to your being a
gamester, what I most deprecate is, your military profession, and the
fame which you have acquired by your bravery."

"Good heavens!" cried Gomez Arias, "why thou art precisely complaining
of the qualities that most become a gentleman."

"But I am no gentleman," pertinently observed Roque; "and I cannot
imagine why I should be exposed to the dangers attendant on heroes,
without likewise reaping their rewards."

"I glory in being a soldier," exclaimed Don Lope, a sudden burst of
martial enthusiasm glowing on his manly countenance.--"Yes, I have laid
low many of the enemies of my country; and before I die I hope often to
try my good sword against those accursed and rebellious Moors of the

"All that is very fine, certainly," said Roque; "but do you know, Señor,
that I do not consider the country so much indebted to you, as no doubt
you most complacently imagine."

"What!" cried the cavalier, with looks of displeasure.

"Pray be temperate, Don Lope; I do not mean to offend. You have
unquestionably done great services to Spain, by ridding her of many an
unbelieving Moor; but reflect, Sir, that your sword has not been less
fatal to Christian blood. In battle you hew down infidels to your
soul's content, and in the intervals of peace, to keep you in practice,
I suppose, you take no less care to send the bravest of her majesty's
warriors to the grave. Now put this in the balance, and let us consider
whether the country does not suffer more by your duels in peace, than
she actually gains by your courage in war. But now comes the most
terrible of all your peccadilloes--of all my complaints, I mean."

"And which is that, pray?"

"The invincible propensity you have for intrigue, and the no less
unfortunate attendant upon it--inconstancy."

"Inconstancy!" exclaimed Gomez Arias. "How should it be otherwise?
Inconstancy is the very soul of love."

"I will not attempt to argue that point with so great an adept; my
remonstrances are merely limited to the results, and I can truly aver
that my life in time of peace is, if possible, more miserable than in
war; for what with carrying love-letters, bribing servants, attending
serenades, watching the movements of venerable fathers, morose duennas,
and fierce-looking brothers, I cannot enjoy a moment's rest."

"Why, 'tis true," said Don Lope, "my life is solely devoted to love and

"I rather think it a continual war," retorted the valet. "It may be much
to your taste, Sir, but I, that am neither of so amorous a temperament,
nor of so warlike a disposition, cannot enjoy the amusement so well.
Instead of passing the nights quietly in bed, as good Christians should
do, we employ them in parading the silent streets, putting in
requisition all the established signals of love, and singing amorous
songs to the tender cadences of the love-inspiring guitar. Even this I
might endure with Christian resignation, were it not for the
disagreeable results which generally terminate our laudable occupations.
It often happens that whilst you are dying with love, and I with fear
and apprehension, we meet with persons who unfortunately are not such
decided amateurs of music. Some surly ill-disposed brother, or
unsuccessful lover of the beauty, is invariably sure to come and
disturb our harmony; then discord begins--swords are drawn--women
scream--alguazils pounce upon us, and thus the sport goes on, till one
of the _galanes_[11] is dead or wounded, or till the alguazils are so
strong as to render a prudent retreat advisable. Then by some ill
fortune I am sure to be collared by the brother or the alguazils in
question, and without further ceremony, by way of remunerating merit and
encouraging a servant for faithfully serving his master, I am
entertained with sundry hearty cudgellings, liberally bestowed on my
miserable hide. When they have not left a single sound bone in my skin,
they kindly permit me to go, telling me, for consolation, to thank my
stars, and that another time I shall not escape so easily. With this
pleasing assurance, I creep home as well as I can, and then my humane
and grateful master, by way of sympathising with the misfortunes I
suffer on his account, fiercely demands--'Roque! where have you been
loitering, Sir?' Calls me a most negligent rascal, and other names
equally gratifying, and upon the recital of my tragical adventure, very
coolly, and as he thinks very justly, observes--'It serves you
right--'tis all your fault--why did you not watch better?'"

"Roque," said Gomez Arias, "you have told me the same story over and
over again, and I do not see the necessity of your repeating it now."

"I beg your pardon, Don Lope Gomez Arias," responded the valet, with
most ludicrous solemnity, "but I am firmly resolved to quit your service
in good earnest; for I perceive you are bent on getting into new
difficulties, and I feel no inclination to go in search of fresh
adventures. Lately you suddenly disappeared on some mysterious
expedition, and I am sure you have been to Granada, to be a candidate in
the tournament, notwithstanding the perilous nature of such an
undertaking; for had you been discovered!----"

"Enough, Roque--that danger is past."

"Very well, Sir; but there are a thousand others that are not. Will you
be pleased to reply to a few questions?"

Gomez Arias, to spare any superfluous expenditure of words, nodded

"How long is it since we left Granada?"--asked the valet.

"Two months or so," replied his master.

"We quitted that city," proceeded Roque, "in consequence of the mortal
wounds you inflicted on Don Rodrigo de Cespedes, your rival in the
affections of Leonor de Aguilar."


"We sought a refuge here in Guadix, to lie concealed until the storm
blow over."


"And you are now creditably employed in gaining the affections of a
young and innocent girl, who knows no more of you than she does of his
holiness the pope."


"I don't suppose you intend to marry both these ladies?"

"Certainly not."

"Then it puzzles me to decide how you can reconcile these matters; and
as I foresee that mischief is likely to ensue, you must excuse me if I
prudently think of withdrawing before the evil is unavoidable. If
fortunately both or even one of your mistresses were a plebeian beauty,
I might be persuaded to hush my apprehensions, but as it is I cannot;
two ladies of rank are concerned."

Thus far had Roque proceeded in his eloquent and moral remonstrance,
when Gomez Arias turned round, took up a cane that lay near him, and
walking very deliberately to his valet with the most perfect
composure--"Now, Roque," he said, "you must allow I have listened very
attentively to your prosing. I have had quite enough of your nonsense
for this morning, so I beg you to close your arguments, unless you
really wish that I should honor them with a most unanswerable reply."

Here to illustrate his meaning, he very expressively shook the cane, and
Roque as prudently retreated; for he knew his master strictly adhered to
his word on occasions of this nature.

"With respect to your quitting my service," continued Don Lope, "I have
no sort of objection, provided that when you part with me, you are
likewise disposed to part with your ears, for I have taken such a fancy
to you, my dear Roque, that I cannot possibly allow you to quit me,
without leaving me behind a token of remembrance. And now," he added in
a more serious tone, "withdraw immediately, and mind your business."

Roque made an humble bow and retired. Gomez Arias in this instance, as
well as in many others, took advantage of that uncontrollable authority
which strong minds generally assume over their inferiors. The valet had
indeed resolved several times to leave his master, for it happened that
this same Roque had no particular relish for canings, and other favors
of the kind which were liberally administered to him, as a remuneration
for his master's achievements. Moreover, he had the nicest sense of
justice, and he could not but feel the shocking impropriety of accepting
a reward that was unquestionably due to his superiors. Indeed, it is but
fair to add, he never acquiesced in the obligation, until it was
actually forced upon him.

Roque was moreover blessed with a conscience--that sort of prudential
conscience which must be considered as a most valuable acquisition. He
certainly was not so unreasonable as to expect a spirited nobleman to
lead the life of a sequestered monk, nor could he object to his master's
intrigues, but he nevertheless found it extremely objectionable that
these should not be kept within the bounds of common prudence. Now,
could Gomez Arias have limited his gallantries to the seduction of
farmers' daughters, or debauching trademen's wives, Roque would most
implicitly have approved of the practice, inasmuch as in this case, his
master would only be asserting a sort of hereditary right attached to
those of his class. But to be deceiving two ladies of distinction was
really too much for the delicate feelings of the conscientious menial.

Again, Roque could not urge anything against the courage of his master;
he only objected to the effects of its superabundance; for this
superabundance, together with Don Lope's unusually amorous disposition,
were constantly in opposition with the nicety of Roque's conscience, by
reason of the difficulties they gave rise to, in the fulfilment of the
natural law of self-preservation.

It is an averred fact that Roque never wilfully put himself in the way
of infringing so rational a precept, and most fortunately he was endowed
with a quality highly favorable to the observance thereof. A quality
which other individuals not blessed with the same scruples, would
denominate cowardice.

This is not all: the valet was far from being of a romantic turn of
mind; he evinced no taste whatever for moonlit scenery, and nocturnal
adventure; and he was vulgar enough to prefer the gross advantages of a
sound slumber to all the sentimental beauties of the silvered moon and
its appendages.

These considerations dwelt strongly on the mind of Roque, and he had
accordingly several times resolved to quit his master, but such was the
dominion which Gomez Arias held over him, that the valet's resolutions
fell to the ground, whenever he attempted to put them in practice.


    Ma chi'l vede e non l'ama?
    Ardito umano cor, nobil fierezza,
    Sublime ingegno--Ah! perchè tal ti fero
    Natura e il cielo?


    The bloom of op'ning flowers, unsullied beauty,
    Softness and sweetest innocence she wears,
    And looks like nature in the world's first spring.


Don Lope Gomez Arias was a man whose will had seldom been checked, and
he placed the most unbounded confidence in the magnitude of his
resources, physical and intellectual. Nature had indeed been lavished in
conferring on this individual her choicest favors. To the most undaunted
courage and quickness of resolve, he united the greatest powers of mind,
and brilliancy of talent, but he was unfortunately divested of those
genuine feelings of the heart, which alone can render these qualities

His courage, talents, and abilities, had rendered him an object of
dread, not only to the enemies of his country, but to the rivals of his
love or ambition. By the men he was generally disliked, feared or
envied. Unfortunately the softer sex entertained for him far different
sentiments.--Alas! they could not discover the void within his heart,
through the dazzling splendour of his outward form, and habitual
allurements of manner. Many had already been the victims of his seducing
arts; were they to blame?--perhaps they were only to be pitied. He
possessed every resource that professed libertines employ, to inveigle
the affections of the innocent maiden, or attract the admiration of the
more experienced woman. Besides his courage and resolution--qualities as
much more prized by females, as they seldom fall to their share, Gomez
Arias was engaging in his deportment and without any alloy of servility
in his address; indeed he seemed rather to command attention, than to
court it, and the general expression of his features was that of pride,
tempered with the polish of gentlemanly bearing.

In his personal appearance he was remarkably handsome, being of tall and
majestic stature, to which his finely turned limbs were in strict
proportion. There was an intelligence in the piercing glance of his dark
eye, and a smile of mixed gaiety and satire sat habitually upon his lip.
To his other attractions he added a set of regular though somewhat large
features, which were shaded by a profusion of black glossy curls, and
the superb mustachios and _pera_[12] that clothed his upper lip and

Such was the principal hero of this tale. Spite of all the resources of
his mind, Gomez Arias found himself at the present moment involved in
deep perplexity, and much at a loss how to extricate himself therefrom.
He had received a letter from Don Alonso de Aguilar, father of his
future bride, announcing the perfect recovery of his rival, Don Rodrigo,
and urging a speedy return to Granada. But, unluckily, Gomez Arias felt
in no hurry to return. Certainly, Granada was at the time particularly
interesting, and far preferable to Guadix. Again, the beauty of Leonor
was unrivalled at court--a great consideration to Don Lope. She was rich
and of the first rank--greater consideration still; and bearing in mind
the influence that her father, the celebrated Aguilar, enjoyed with the
queen, a marriage with his daughter would open the road to the highest
preferment, and yet our hero felt loath to return to Granada. The
blooming Theodora de Monteblanco was then the reigning idol of the
moment. She had fixed for a time his errant heart, and it was now that
Don Lope perceived the great inconveniency of the unity of man; and
certainly a lover of his description ought to be duplex for the
opportunity of satisfying both duty and inclination.

In this state of irresolution Gomez Arias remained for some time. His
sacred engagement to Leonor, and the brilliant dreams of ambition that
sported before his fancy, could not all chase away the image of
Theodora; for in this lovely girl he found all the perfections of his
former mistresses, with an absolute exemption from their foibles.

Theodora, at the tender age of seventeen, exhibited already the matured
charms of a form voluptuously beautiful, blended with the delightful
innocence of manner characteristic of that early stage of life, when the
heart is yet unacquainted with guile, and unpractised in the deceits of
the world. Her complexion was of a delicate white, without any other
colour than that which occasionally mantled upon her cheek when called
forth by the sensibility of her feelings, or diffused by the influence
of some passing emotion. So lovely and yet so pensive was her
countenance that but for the rapturous expression of her large dark
eyes, partially revealed through their long silken fringes, and the
profusion of sable ringlets which floated with unrestrained luxuriance
over her exquisitely turned neck and shoulders, you might have thought
that she had been a master-piece of some divine sculptor, who had
successfully imitated, in the purest alabaster, the fairest work of

Theodora loved Gomez Arias with all the enthusiasm of a romantic girl's
first love. She felt the most ardent attachment, and could not,--would
not conceal it from the object of her adoration. She loved him with the
genuine simplicity of a heart incapable of deceit; and, unpractised in
the school of worldly prudence, unacquainted with the arts to which more
experienced women resort for the purpose of enhancing their own charms,
or fixing more firmly the affections of men, she had surrendered her
whole soul to her lover with the most confiding innocence, and an
implicit reliance on his unbounded return to her tenderness.

This complete devotedness flattered the vanity of Gomez Arias. He beheld
an angelic girl who centered all her happiness in his love, and in the
ardour of her feelings was incapable of admitting the least alloy of
cold calculating precaution. He was charmed with a character cast in the
mould of nature, untutored yet by art, and, as amongst his former
mistresses he had never met with one so entirely devoted, he returned
her love with the warmest admiration.

Gomez Arias was fondly indulging in these pleasing reveries, when his
man, Roque, suddenly burst upon him with a look full of information.

"Well, Sirrah!" cried Don Lope, "what means this intrusion?--Do you
still stick to the wise determination of quitting my service? Are you
willing to comply with the conditions?"

"No, Señor," answered Roque, with conscious importance; "I come loaded
with fresh proofs of my inclination to serve you."

"Upon my honor," exclaimed Gomez Arias, "thou art marvellously
complaisant, friend--thou hast seen the duenna, I suppose?"

"Yes, Sir, and I have seen some one else, besides."

"Let us hear first of the duenna."

"We must go to night--her master is engaged with a guest from Granada. I
saw them leave the house myself."

Gomez Arias lost no time in preparing for the interview; and as night
was now coming on, he girded on his sword, and, flinging his cloak
carelessly round him, sallied out accompanied by his valet, on his
nocturnal expedition.

"Art thou sure, good Roque," he demanded, "that you really saw the old
gentleman leave his mansion?"

"Quite sure, Don Lope--my eyes seldom deceive me; indeed I feel
perfectly satisfied with their capability. Never was there a more trusty
pair, in descrying afar off a father, or brother, or any other kind of
unwelcome intruder upon moonlight meetings. Argus, they say, had a
hundred eyes, and yet was found at fault, whereas I have only two

"They are sometimes as watchful," interrupted Don Lope.

"Seldom," replied Roque--"and when they unfortunately deceive me, I
sorely feel for the deception. I am a man of very tender feelings."

"Argus," observed his master, "was punished for his negligence, and it
is meet thou shouldst experience the same treatment, under similar

"Aye," quoth Roque, "he was changed into a peacock--I wonder into what
animal I shall be changed, since this sort of transformation is the
retribution attendant on negligent scouts--I think the character of a
jackal would suit me best, for I certainly lead the lion to his prey.
But now, Sir, leaving jesting aside, I have a little piece of serious
information for your ear. Do you know whom I saw in close converse with
Don Manuel de Monteblanco when he left his house?"

"No, nor do I care."

"Don't you, indeed?--Well, it is very fortunate, for it happened to be
no other than your rival, Don Rodrigo."

"Now, Roque," cried his master jocosely, "here's a convincing proof of
the failure of thy boasted eye-sight."

"Why I really thought so at first myself, and I made the sign of the
cross accordingly, but I soon perceived it was no delusion. Now it would
be pleasant, should this same Don Rodrigo come upon an expedition
similar to yours--it would seem as tho' the man was born on purpose to
thwart you."

"Well," returned Gomez Arias, with a smile--"and it would seem also that
I am born to chastise his insolence."

To this, Roque made some foolish reply; for in his capacity of
_gracioso_,[13] he freely availed himself of the privilege allowed him
of giving utterance to every thing that came into his head, whether to
the purpose or not.

They proceeded with hasty steps towards the mansion of
Monteblanco;--already they reach the spot, and the moon that sheds a
partial gleam over yonder _reja_,[14] developes to the sight the outline
of a female form. Gomez Arias approaches, and his penetrating glance
discerns through the darkness the figure of his Theodora--her face is
decked in placid smiles, and her frame evinces the soft flutterings of
an anxious heart. The bolt of the entrance gently creeks, and the harsh
sound thrills like the strain of heavenly music to the lover's throbbing
breast--the door opens at length, and a comely matron far stricken in
years welcomes the cavalier. Don Lope is not backward in his advances; a
smile of grateful recognition plays upon his lip. He then seizes the
good duenna's hand, and presses it in kind acknowledgment.

The trusty Martha showed in her dress and manner, all the outward signs
of her state and condition. An imperturbable gravity sat upon those
harsh features which were never known to relax into a smile, and in
whose expression predominated a mixture of religious asperity and pride,
vainly disguised under the cloak of humility. However, Martha was far
from practising the rigid austerities her whole appearance seemed to
indicate. She only assumed this outward demeanor, in the same manner
that a dastard mimics courage, the better to conceal his cowardice.

Martha was dressed in an ample habit of black woollen cloth, girded her
waist with the band of a monkish order, to which was suspended a rosary
of huge black counters. A cap of the whitest linen adorned her head, and
in all the rigour of female modesty, every part of her neck up to the
chin was carefully concealed by a kerchief of the same material.

Gomez Arias rushes forwards, and the next moment finds him at the feet
of his mistress. Theodora is happy in the Elysium of love; a thousand
tender emotions swell that fond bosom, where an ardent flame burns under
the cover of pure snow.--As she gazes on Gomez Arias her melting eye is
lighted up with unusual fire, and her whole frame appears gently
agitated with a delicious tremor. The smile that quivers on her lip
feelingly responds to the ardent glance of her passionate admirer, and
the sudden rush of crimson that overspreads her lily cheek bespeaks the
thrilling transports of genuine love in the first stages of youthful
innocence and delight. Don Lope takes her soft yielding hand, and
tenderly presses it to his bosom, he gazes fervently on her countenance;
in sweet intoxication he inhales her youthful breath. Caressingly his
arm encircles her sylphic waist. She gently inclines her head towards
him, and both seemed overshadowed by the long beautiful tresses which
float in wild luxuriance. From Don Lope's flashing eye the innocent
Theodora drinks large draughts of sweet but deadly poison; a tear of
tenderness starts to overwhelm her eye and falls on the lover's hand; a
deep sigh escapes her bosom, and they meet in a fervent embrace.
Happy!--thrice happy moments!--dear to the genuine sensibility of
humanity, dearly cherished and oft alas! but too dearly purchased! Few
words the lovers spoke, for when the heart is replete with rapture,
there is an eloquence in silence far above the cold trammels of
language. Gomez Arias forgot the dream of future ambition in the reality
of present bliss. He was loved, loved passionately by one who was the
most perfect pattern of innocence and beauty; loved more than he thought
it was in the nature of woman to love. Hope assured its brightest
colours, and Don Lope anticipated all the transports of delight possible
for man to enjoy. He was supremely happy in expectation; for the
expectation of bliss is perhaps even more gratifying than the reality.
Thus the rose in its opening bloom, is sweeter than when its charms are
expanded to the sight, for the hour of maturity is but the signal of
decay. Alas! we eagerly follow the sparkling joy, snatch it with
enthusiasm, and it withers in the grasp!

Time sped; yet the lovers still remained as if entranced in a
delightful reverie of love, in the mutual interchange of soft sighs and
eloquent glances, when suddenly the door burst open, and Roque rushed in
with visible emotion. The faithful Argus came to announce the near
approach of Monteblanco and his guest, Don Rodrigo. Gomez Arias,
however, could not believe the danger to be so imminent, making due
allowance for the valet's timorous disposition; but the good duenna, who
had been unpleasantly disturbed at her devotions, now came forward to
confirm the fearful intelligence.

Though these unpleasant interruptions are far from being of novel
occurrence in the annals of love, and though Gomez Arias was
familiarized with their danger, yet when he looked on the duenna's
countenance, that faithful thermometer of intrigue, he could not but
perceive the impending storm to be more than usually alarming. Deeper
wrinkles furrowed her sallow visage; her eye was haggard, and the rosary
shook in her withered hand.

"Holy Virgin! I am lost," exclaimed the affrighted dame. "Ah! Don Lope,
this comes of my tender-hearted, complying disposition; there's my
reputation sullied with a stain that not all the holy water in Spain
will be able to wash away!"

"But, surely," observed Gomez Arias, "the danger is not so imminent as
to preclude my escape."

"Escape!" quoth the duenna; "it is impossible; they are at this moment
on the stairs."

"Villain!" cried Don Lope, turning fiercely to Roque, "is this the way
you do your duty?"

Roque very prudently kept aloof from the contact of his master's hand;
and, as if anticipating an explosion, began to stammer forth his
excuses. Theodora's countenance was suddenly overspread with a deadly
paleness, and the timid girl wrung her hands in an attitude of despair.
Her critical situation, and the duenna's alarm, at first staggered Gomez
Arias, but with the start of resolution which immediate danger inspires,
he assumed a mastery over his emotion, and instantly bethought himself
of an expedient to ward off the threatened discovery.

"If Don Rodrigo arrives with Monteblanco," said he, "we are safe; we
shall have nothing to fear."

"Nothing to fear!" echoed Roque. "Methinks the danger is doubled when a
man has two enemies to encounter, instead of one."

"Silence, fool!" cried his master. "Martha, be calm; affect not to know
me; make free use of the organ with which nature has so liberally
endowed you, and do not spare your reproaches and abuse. Theodora, keep
up your spirits. Roque, be silent, you rascal."

The door opens--Monteblanco and Don Rodrigo enter, but are fixed to the
ground in mute amazement at the group that presents itself to their
view. The duenna had summoned the courage of despair, and was
overwhelming Gomez Arias with a torrent of abuse. Theodora had receded
from the light to hide her emotion from her father's sight, which
fortunately was so impaired with age, as not to afford any material
impediment to her concealment. Roque assumed an air of saucy assurance,
and his master appeared leaning against the wall with the most perfect
coolness and self-possession. Don Manuel and his guest stared at the
intruders for some time, before either attempted to speak, till at
length Don Rodrigo broke silence, with an ejaculation of surprise.

"Don Lope Gomez Arias!" exclaimed the astonished cavalier.

"Don Lope Gomez Arias!" re-echoed Monteblanco. "It is your rival,
then.--What is the meaning of this, Martha?"

"Your honor may ask the gentleman himself," responded the duenna; "I
know nothing of him, but that he is the most daring and impertinent
man"--(Martha indulged in the privilege granted her by Don Lope); "the
most unceremonious, head-strong, self-sufficient cavalier I ever met
with--Virgen Santa!--What a disturbance he has raised in the house. Then
there's that most impudent rascal of a valet; he is the principal cause
of the commotion, and I humbly crave and hope your honor will give him
ample reason to repent his impudence."

"Repent my impudence!" quoth Roque, "thou accursed _bruja_;[15] it would
be more meritorious to chop off thy slanderous tongue!"

Here the duenna proceeded to pour forth a fresh volley of words, without
any positive explanation, as is generally the practice when people are
anxious to gain time, and collect their senses.

"Peace, woman!" interrupted Gomez Arias, in the middle of her harangue;
"this disturbance, as you term it, is of your own doing; had you behaved
with more courtesy to a stranger, you might have saved the impropriety
my valet has been guilty of towards you; an impropriety for which he
shall most assuredly suffer in due time."--Here he cast a terrible look
on the astonished Roque, who perfectly well knew he was doomed to suffer
for his master's vagaries; and that the failure of his adventures must
recoil invariably on his unfortunate head. Yet he looked sorely puzzled
how to find out the nature of the impropriety he had committed against
the superannuated dame who dealt him such abundance of vilipendiary

All this time the good Don Manuel was patiently waiting for an
explanation, and the more the duenna explained the more perplexed he
found himself.

Gomez Arias at last, after several fruitless endeavours to stop Martha's
tongue, availed himself of a momentary pause she made to take
breath.--"Don Manuel de Monteblanco," said he, "is undoubtedly anxious
to learn the object of my visit to his house."

"Visit!" exclaimed the duenna. "Intrusion--a downright taking by
storm.--God bless me! a visit you call it--- a visit!"

"Silence, Martha, silence; let the gentleman proceed," cried Don Manuel,
a little more composed, and feeling an inward dread at the matron's
explanatory talents.

"Don Manuel," continued Gomez Arias, "I am exceedingly concerned for
the confusion created in the mansion of so honorable a cavalier; but
certainly I am not so greatly to blame as that good woman wishes to

"Good woman, indeed!" ejaculated the duenna. "_Jesus me valga!_ that I
should live to be so called--_soy Cristiana vieja_[16]--and of as good a
family as needs be.--No Jewish puddle in my veins.--Good woman,
forsooth! My dear master, am I to be called a good woman?"

Don Manuel looked very grave, not so much perhaps at the difficulty of
resolving the question, as at the probability of never obtaining a
knowledge of the business so long as the duenna had the free use of her
tongue; to quiet therefore her anger, the complaisant old cavalier
kindly soothed her apparently wounded feelings, by allowing that she by
no means deserved the appellation.

Silence being thus restored, Gomez Arias continued: "The cause of my
apparent intrusion is simply this:--informed by my servant that Don
Rodrigo de Cespedes was in active search after me, and not wishing to
be backward in acknowledging the favor, I thought it incumbent on my
honor to facilitate a meeting with the utmost expedition. I repaired to
this house, from whence my servant had seen that gentleman issue, but
before the nature of my business could be disclosed, that rigid dame
assailed me with a tremendous storm of abuse, when my valet, in his zeal
to serve me, or rather indulging in a propensity to retaliate, retorted
the lady's freedom of tongue with rather too much acrimony."

"Now," thought Roque, "it is really too bad to accuse me of acrimony
when I have not opened my lips."

"I attempted an explanation," continued Gomez Arias, "in the hopes of
meeting with a more courteous reception, when this young lady made her
appearance (turning to Theodora). I was then about to acquaint her with
my intention, when fortunately the object of my search presents himself
in person, a circumstance which I hail with the more pleasure, as I am
assured that Don Rodrigo is particularly anxious we should renew an old
interchange of tokens of our mutual regard."

"Señor Don Lope Gomez Arias," replied Don Rodrigo, sorely incensed at
the tone of levity in which he was addressed by his rival, "I likewise
congratulate myself in thus accidentally meeting with Don Lope sooner
than I was led to expect, and though the mock courtesy of his style
plainly indicates the reliance he places on the constant good fortune
that protects him, yet he shall find me more solicitous than ever for
the immediate interchange of the tokens to which he so facetiously

"Señor Don Rodrigo de Cespedes," returned Gomez Arias, "I cannot but
greatly admire that laudable ambition which stimulates you to deeds of
noble daring, and an unworthy individual like myself cannot feel
sufficiently grateful for the honor you wish to confer upon him."

These words and the sarcastic sneer that accompanied them, exasperated
Don Rodrigo to such a degree, that turning to his rival, he pointed to
the door, and without further reply intimated to him to follow. Gomez
Arias was about to comply, when Monteblanco interposing, exclaimed,

"Forbear, _caballeros_, forbear; this is my house, and though I am far
from desiring to withhold any gentlemen from the calls of honor, yet let
it not be said that my mansion was made a scene of violence and

"_Valgame Dios!_" cried Roque, "Don Manuel speaks like an oracle. Nor do
I think myself, this hour of night the most fit to decide such important
matters. Broad day-light is certainly preferable to the glimmer of the
moon and stars, for business like this."

Theodora was ready to sink with emotion and fear, but the very imminence
of the danger inspired her with a sort of desperate tranquillity. She
knew that her interposition would only increase the perplexities of her
situation, without preventing the accomplishment of their design.
Besides, she placed much confidence in her lover's courage and superior
skill in the management of arms, and ultimately she possessed that
nobleness of mind that shrinks from the imputation of cowardice in the
object of its admiration.

Monteblanco's remonstrances were vain. Don Rodrigo rushed to the door
with desperate haste, and Gomez Arias followed with the coolness of one
to whom such scenes were familiar.

"Follow me," cried Don Rodrigo, as he bounded down the stairs with
fearful alacrity.

"Stay, Don Rodrigo," said Gomez Arias, sarcastically, "not such
precipitation, or you may perchance fall before your time."

This provoking sarcasm entirely overthrew the little remaining temper
which Don Rodrigo possessed. His eyes flashed fire, his whole frame
shook, and unable to restrain himself any longer, he furiously drew his
sword, and fixed on the _Zaguan_[17] for the field of action.

"Defend yourself, Don Lope," exclaimed he, with frenzied rage.

"Look to yourself, fair Sir," returned Don Lope, as, unsheathing his
rapier, he calmly placed himself in a posture of defence.

With impetuous fury Don Rodrigo darted on his antagonist, and commenced
an assault with all the courage and address of a practised swordsman.
Thrust succeeded thrust with mortal rapidity, but the active eye of
Gomez Arias foiled their deadly aim with consummate skill and dexterity.
A demoniac spirit seemed to agitate Don Rodrigo, and he continued for
some minutes wasting his strength in the fruitless attack, and impairing
his own means of resistance. The combat was too fierce to be of long
duration, and a few moments would have brought it to a mortal issue (for
Don Lope was now in his turn about to press hard his weakened
adversary), had not Roque, in that tenderness of conscience for which he
was so noted, very adroitly extinguished the light that hung in the
_Zaguan_, as the most effectual way of suspending hostilities.

The place was thus plunged in utter darkness, and Don Rodrigo, afraid of
being disappointed in his revenge, called out to Gomez Arias.

"I am here," replied Don Lope; "I am here, Don Rodrigo; the light is
superfluous; we shall do perfectly well without it, for a mutual
sympathy will lead our weapons aright."

The swords again met, and short, quick sparks of light, like the
fugitive flash of a summer's exhalation, gave a momentary glimpse of the
combatants' fearful countenances--then a dismal groan is heard, a body
falls heavily on the ground, and a shriek of horror burst from the
household, who had crowded round the entrance of the _Zaguan_.

"He is dead," muttered Don Rodrigo to himself, and sought for safety
with the swiftness of lightning.

"Bring torches," cried Monteblanco; "let us afford the fallen
_caballero_ all the assistance in our power."

The state of Theodora baffles all description. Ignorant as yet who was
the victim, her soul was harrowed up with the most fearful
apprehensions, the reality of which would dash the cup of happiness from
her lips, and embitter her future existence. This petrifying, this
heart-rending suspense was happily but of short continuance. Theodora
herself, with breathless anxiety, was the first to bring a torch, that
might perhaps illume the pale ghastly features of him on whom she had
centered all her felicity. The moment was awful, when the torch throwing
a broad glare around the _Zaguan_, discovered Gomez Arias, tranquil and
erect, in all the assurance of perfect safety. A faint scream escaped
from the bosom of his mistress, for all the feelings which horrifying
suspense had held imprisoned there, now sought relief in a tumult of
sighs and tears. Her emotion, however, was scarcely noticed by her
father, too much occupied at the time in ascertaining which was the
fallen cavalier.

"Don Rodrigo is then the victim," sorrowfully exclaimed the old
cavalier, casting his eyes around; for at this moment he spied a human
body, lying in a dark corner of the _Zaguan_.

"It moves--it moves!" cried Martha, crossing herself.

"Then he is yet alive," returned Don Manuel; "let us hasten to succour
the unfortunate young man; look to his wounds!"

"Aye," responded the duenna; "let us rather attend to his soul, and
behave like true charitable Christians; run, Cacho, run, and call Fray
Bernardo, or Fray Benito--no matter whom--any friar will do at such a

Monteblanco and all his attendants hurried to the spot in their
eagerness to render assistance to the fallen Don Rodrigo, when, lo! the
body with a sudden spring bounds on its legs, and to the astonished eyes
of every one discovers the person of Roque.

"What's this? Where is Don Rodrigo?" interrogated Monteblanco.

"Why," answered Roque, very unconcernedly; "some fifty leagues from
hence, I should imagine, by his hurry to get away."

"Then he is not dead?"

"Not that I know of."

"Whence came that groan?"

"_De este humilde pecador._"[18]

"_Jesus Maria_," ejaculated the duenna; "how dare this _judio_[19] throw
a noble family into consternation?"

"Now, Señora duenna," quoth the valet, "I rather think I have been
instrumental in preventing the noble family from being thrown into that

"Roque," interposed here Gomez Arias, "thou art not wounded I perceive."

"No, thank God!" replied Roque.

"Then thou art a rascal."

"A rascal because I am not wounded! Good Heaven! here's a consequence
with a vengeance!"

"This is an impudent interference," continued Don Lope, "and dearly
shalt thou rue it."

"An impudent interference do you call it? A marvellous good one, in
sooth, for I have saved the fruitless effusion of noble Christian blood,
and I have separated two enraged combatants better than a whole posse of
alguazils: and now, all the reward I am likely to obtain for such an
important service, is threats and abuse. Here is my dear master sorely
exasperated, because I have a greater regard for his safety than he has
himself, and quite disappointed at not being run through the body by
that sanguinary Don Rodrigo."

"Basta, basta," said angrily Don Lope;--then in a gentler tone he
continued, "I am really concerned for Don Rodrigo,--full of anxiety for
my supposed death, I venture to say he is now flying from the abode of
man, to seek a shelter in the wilderness of the Alpujarras.

"It is very Christian-like in you, Señor," interposed Roque, "to show so
much solicitude for the fate of Don Rodrigo. Well, the ways of honorable
gentlemen are to me unaccountable. Here was my honorable master, but a
short while since, eagerly seeking the life of Don Rodrigo at the point
of his rapier, and now he is equally anxious that his adversary should
not be exposed to the inconvenience of a nocturnal ramble into the
mountains of Alpujarras."

Monteblanco could not but inwardly congratulate himself upon the
fortunate termination of an adventure which threatened such serious
results; for he by no means liked the idea of having a corpse in his
house, with all the unpleasant appendages necessarily attendant on such
an inmate. He certainly felt concerned for the safety and comfort of Don
Rodrigo, but he very judiciously opined it was better his dear friend
should suffer the inconvenience of passing a night in the mountains,
than that he himself should be exposed to the unpleasant consequences
which would inevitably attend a fatal result to either party, especially
had the event occurred in his own _Zaguan_; for he would be thus
compelled to take a part in the drama, with which he would very
willingly dispense--that of explaining the catastrophe to the officers
of justice. This consideration induced him to approve in his own mind
the stratagem of Roque, although he would by no means audibly testify
his approbation, thinking very properly that the conduct of inferiors
and dependants should never be lauded, even when they are most
successful in their services.

Acting upon this charitable principle, he would on no account interfere
to prevent the taunts and abuse with which the luckless valet was
assailed on all sides. Thus poor Roque had a fresh opportunity of
discovering the little a man is likely to gain by following the impulse
of a good heart, and the very extraordinary way men have of
acknowledging a service, even when they are internally well pleased

"Begone, thou graceless dog!" exclaimed Don Manuel. "Thy impertinence
justly deserves most exemplary punishment from thy master."

Saying this, he took his daughter by the hand, made a slight bow to
Gomez Arias, and was about to retire, when Don Lope stept forward as
though he wished to detain him.

"Stay, Don Manuel," said he; "I cannot leave your house, without again
expressing my regret for the disturbance I have caused. I sincerely
offer you my apologies as an honorable cavalier, and as such I am
confident Don Manuel de Monteblanco will accept them. Moreover, I shall
make all the atonement in my power; and as it is obvious that my servant
is the primary cause of all the mischief, you may rest assured, Sir, the
culprit shall not escape without condign and adequate punishment."

Don Manuel expressed himself perfectly satisfied with the apology of
Gomez Arias, and most graciously accepted the atonement proposed; then
making another bow, not quite so slight as the former, left the _Zaguan_
accompanied by his beautiful daughter, who had already caught the
eloquent parting look of her lover, and treasured in her bosom all the
tender sentiments it conveyed.

Meantime, Don Lope, well contented with himself, haughtily called to
poor Roque--the faithful valet was in a moment ready to lead the way.
His master then very composedly returned to his apartments to muse over
the adventures of the evening, and form plans for the successful
accomplishment of his ulterior projects.


    Pariome a drede mi Madre
    Oxala no me pariera!--


    No ill luck stirring, but what lights on my shoulders.


"_Better be born fortunate than rich_," says an old proverb, and the
correctness of this saying was fully exemplified in the life of Don
Rodrigo de Cespedes. Indeed, his whole existence had been a series of
mischances and unfortunate results; and he appeared especially reserved
as a proper subject on whom the fickle goddess might exercise her
caprice at leisure.

Why Don Rodrigo should belong to this class, is more than can well be
resolved, for he was possessed of all those qualifications which are
calculated to render a man brilliant in society, and amiable in private
life. He enjoyed the advantages of birth and wealth; handsome in his
person, and elegant in his address. A brave soldier in war, and a
courteous cavalier in peace, it appeared natural that his fortune should
be prosperous, and yet all those endowments availed him not. On the
contrary, they only served to render the ill success of his undertakings
the more remarkable.

These anomalies cannot be accounted for on any rational principle; but
may perhaps be attributed to the absence of that requisite
qualification, which sometimes serves a man in lieu of birth or fortune,
and not unfrequently goes further than both these advantages;--it is
that most enviable requisite, known under the appropriate, though
somewhat vulgar, denomination of good-luck.

Don Rodrigo had paid his addresses to three different ladies, with the
moral and highly creditable intention of entering the holy state of
matrimony. Perhaps in strict justice it must be confessed, this idea
crossed his mind after having completely failed in his attempts to
signalize himself as _un homme à bonnes fortunes_, a sort of ambition
which, if not praise-worthy in itself, is nevertheless, when
successfully pursued, conducive to the eclat of a man of rank, as well
as gratifying to his vanity. Indeed it may be rather suspected, without
any great affectation of discernment, that the unlucky Don Rodrigo
bethought himself of marriage as a last resource, when ultimately
convinced of his inability to succeed in his career of gallantry. But
even in this instance, that unrelenting fatality which constantly
followed him, could not be persuaded to spare him even in consideration
of hymen.

Don Rodrigo had first for a rival a man whose stature was rather under
than over four feet, whose features were of the most forbidding kind;
his person distorted, and his fortune by no means superior to that of
the Don; yet with all these disadvantages, this little monster, to the
astonishment of every one, carried off the fair prize.

He next placed his affections on a lady of more humble pretensions, his
inferior both in birth and fortune, and by no means remarkable for
beauty. Don Rodrigo fondly imagined that his rank and affluence would
insure him success; nor did he overlook the advantages nature had given
him in a pair of fine eyes, an aquiline nose, well proportioned limbs, a
carriage that shewed off these qualifications to advantage, and a degree
of personal courage that even his rivals and enemies respected; but his
Angelica must have been an admirer of the opposite qualities, as she
chose for her husband an obscure plebeian, whom the very sight of a
Toledo steel threw into an ague. Disgusted with the bad taste and
vulgarity of those he had already courted, he boldly resolved to prefer
his suit to the very first lady in the land. He accordingly laid siege
to the heart of Leonor, but here his pretensions met with as decided a
repulse as before, and though his vanity could not have been wounded by
having Gomez Arias for his fortunate rival, yet, soured by his repeated
crosses, he determined, if he could not by gentle means succeed in his
object, to kill his rival or fall in the attempt: his success in this
last exploit the reader will perhaps remember.

Nor was the ill-luck of Don Rodrigo confined to his amours; it extended
to all his affairs. If he engaged in a duel, a wound was generally the
result; or if he escaped unhurt, though he might have been the injured
party, yet by some fatality he was sure to be accounted the aggressor.
If he happened to say a good thing, it was invariably attributed to
another person, while, if a piece of scurrility or a foolish remark
circulated, he never failed to have the whole merit to himself.

We need not, however, go further for instances to exemplify the ill-luck
that constantly attended Don Rodrigo. We see him at present a prey to
his evil genius. He left the _Zaguan_ of Monteblanco's dwelling with the
utmost precipitation. Impressed with the idea that he had killed his
rival; and, fully sensible of the necessity of speedy flight, he
hurried to the inn for his horse and valet, anxious to put in practice
his prudential resolution, before any impediment could be thrown in his
way. On his arrival he asked for his man Peregil; but Peregil, as if on
purpose to perplex him, was gone to evening prayers, which Don Rodrigo
very naturally interpreted, to the tavern. So he sent a boy there, with
instructions where he was to meet him out of the town. He then hastened
to the stable, but found, to his unspeakable mortification, that
Peregil, in his abundant care, had taken the key. Time being precious,
Don Rodrigo, afraid of causing a disturbance, was fain to avail himself
of the benefit of an ill-favoured looking mule that stood ready saddled
in an outhouse. He doubted not that Peregil would bring his horse after
him, and render compensation for the mule, which indeed, from the
miserable appearance of the beast, would be no difficult matter.

Accordingly, after making his way to the place appointed, he waited two
whole hours in a state of extreme anxiety and suspense, alarmed at
every noise lest it should be a pursuit, and only consoling himself with
the idea, that when his horse should arrive he could soon place himself
out of the reach of danger.

At length he descried his valet advancing at a most leisurely pace, not
mounted on his own strong horse, and leading a beautiful Arabian, but
bestriding a miserable jackass, which required constant application of
the whip. Of this Peregil was by no means sparing, to induce him to move
at even the slowest pace a jackass is capable of travelling.

"Peregil, thou imp of Satan, where is my horse?" impatiently demanded
Don Rodrigo.

"At the inn," sullenly answered the valet.

"At the inn, thou rascal! why didst thou not bring it, knowing, as you
ought, that my life is in jeopardy?"

"For a very good reason," replied Peregil, "because they would not let
me. You need only blame yourself, Señor, for since your honor scruples
not to make free with the reverend friar's mule, you ought not to be
surprised if his reverence takes the same liberty with your horse."

"By _Santiago de Compostela_,[20] this is past bearing," cried Don
Rodrigo. "How can the rogue of a friar conscientiously take my beautiful
Arabian for this worthless mule? What! has the man of God no

"I did not inquire that, Señor, but I rather think he is not
overburthened by the manner he has dealt with me.--Oh! if I could catch
his reverence by himself, I would so belabour his shaven skull, as not
to leave it in want of razors for the future."

"Well, but how comest thou by that contemptible jackass?" demanded Don
Rodrigo, angrily.

"Gently, Señor, gently; since the master shows such a predilection for
mules, it is not to be wondered if the valet evinces a similar taste for

"Villain! darest thou jest at this time and on such a subject?"

"Aye, 'tis no laughing matter, sure enough," quoth Peregil; "and in
sooth I cannot perceive why I should be facetious on the occasion, for
after all I am the greater loser of the two. Look for a moment at this
vile beast! May the lightning of heaven and the curses of all the saints
fall on him and his former master too;" and so saying he again
belaboured the sides of the unfortunate jackass, regretting that its
former master was not near enough to benefit by the energetic blows he
so liberally dealt out.

"A truce, fellow, with thy profane foolery," said Don Rodrigo; "it is
not seemly when the life of thy master is at stake. Prepare to give me a
full and circumstantial account of this iniquitous business, or by my
sword thou shalt severely rue the day thy master first bestrode a mule."

"Alack a-day," submissively rejoined the valet.--"You must know, Don
Rodrigo, that the mule is the cause of all this. When I returned from
church I was startled to see the inn thrown into the greatest
confusion. The reverend fat friar was running round the place bellowing
like a bull, calling for his noble mule, and vowing vengeance on the
profane thief, which unseemly appellation he was pleased to bestow upon
your honor."

"The friar must have been drunk," said Don Rodrigo, sneeringly; "why!
did he not perceive that I had left my steed in the stable, which I
think was sufficient security, till you could pay him the value of his
beggarly mule!"

"Sure enough he did perceive it, but when I proposed to pay him for his
loss, he demanded such an exorbitant price that it was out of my power
to comply therewith. In his opinion, the steed was no adequate
compensation for his mule; so to make matters even, and adjust the
affair amicably, he proposed that I should give up my horse into the
bargain, and then take this abominable ass as a present."

Peregil accompanied the epithet with another donation of his wonted

"Thou miserable sinner," said Don Rodrigo, "how couldst thou consent to
this nefarious arrangement?"

"Because I could not help it. Think you, Señor mio, I would have agreed
to such an extortion had it been in my power to avoid it? But your
precipitate flight gave me to understand that you had killed your
adversary. Any delay in the town might have been attended with danger,
backed as his reverence was by all the rabble of the inn."

Don Rodrigo was sensible of the force of this argument, and after
bestowing sundry anathemas on the cheating friar and the inn, in which
he was zealously joined by Peregil, he said in a melancholy tone, "Well,
as there is no remedy, we must put up with this misfortune as well as we

"So we must, Señor," replied Peregil; "and at least there is some
consolation in the reflection that we are already on such familiar terms
with dame Fortune, that this new instance of her good-will ought by no
means to take us by surprise.--But may I ask whither we are going?"

"To seek refuge in the mountains," gloomily answered Don Rodrigo.

"Well, may the help of God be with us!" ejaculated Peregil, "for we
stand marvellously in need of it."

Saying this, they bent their course to the Alpujarras, as melancholy and
slowly as suited the condition and convenience of the animals that bore
them. Indeed, from time to time, the reverend mule actually stood still,
as if pondering what he should do, and it required all Don Rodrigo's
caresses (for he dared employ no other means) to induce her to proceed.

Thus the distressed master and his humble valet continued their march,
for the space of three hours, in a most gloomy night. Observing at
length that his servant made a dead stop, Don Rodrigo determined to
assist him, and accordingly indicated his intention to the mule; but to
his utter dismay he found that she had profited by the good example set
by her companion the ass, and stood stone still. This obstinacy of their
animals proved more than equal to the powers of Don Rodrigo and his
man, who, after exhausting their strength in fruitless chastisement,
prudently resolved to wait the leisure of their more determined
companions. They took shelter, therefore, under the spreading branches
of a large tree, and there they remained in anxious expectation of
day-break, passing the tedious hours in silent and profound reflections
on their miserable condition.


    O gran contrasto in giovenil pensiero,
    Desir di laude ed impeto d'Amore;
    Nè chi più vaglia ancor si trova il vero,
    Che resta or questo, or quello superiore.


    At first a vague suspicion, a blind dread,
    Then a quick feeling of the fatal truth
    Instinctive flashed across her mind.

                                _Wiffin's Tasso._

The first rosy tints of morning at length began to appear, and the heavy
clouds of night were gradually rolling away before the splendour of the
approaching sun, when Don Manuel de Monteblanco, who was already on the
alert, received information that a party of horsemen were rapidly
approaching the mansion. The old cavalier hastened to a spot whence he
could descry his visitors, and form a judgment of their quality. The
party consisted of an armed knight, and about half a dozen men-at-arms,
bounding over the elastic turf, with the greatest buoyancy of spirits.
Don Manuel, who stood watching their advance, was soon able to
recognize, in the martial figure and gallant carriage of the knight, his
young friend and kinsman, Don Antonio de Leyva, of whose arrival he had
been in daily expectation. The youthful warrior was clad in a suit of
polished steel armour, inlaid with silver; a quantity of massy and
waving red plumage almost overshaded his shining helmet, and threw a
crimson flush over his manly countenance, in which an expression of
resolute courage was blended with an air of gaiety and frankness. The
colour of his cheek was heightened by exercise, and the brilliancy of
his dark blue eyes expressed an unusual degree of animation, whilst his
blooming age and the gracefulness of his carriage tended to increase the
interest of his commanding appearance. He was mounted on a fiery and
slender barb, decorated with the most costly trappings, which appeared
to participate in the buoyancy of the rider; for he champed the bit and
shook off the white foam, requiring all the dexterity of his master to
restrain the impetuosity of his nature.

The small party which accompanied the youthful warrior were arrayed in
the military costume of the period. They served Don Antonio as an
escort, and belonged to the body of which he was the leader. Upon their
arrival the massy doors of the mansion were thrown open, and the
venerable Monteblanco stood at the entrance ready to receive his noble
visitor. The next moment Don Antonio, springing from his steed, threw
himself into the arms that hospitably invited him to their embrace.

"Welcome, Don Antonio, thrice welcome to the abode of your old friend
and kinsman."

"Save you, noble Don Manuel; it rejoices me to see that the hand of time
has made so little impression upon you; your spirits are still young and
ardent. How does the fair Theodora?"

"Blooming as the rose of summer, fair as the lily of the valley, and
blithesome as the free tenant of the air," replied the fond father; "but
come in," he continued, with joyful accents; "come and refresh yourself.
Pedro," he then added, turning to his major-domo, a long, thin, grave
looking personage, "mind that these cavaliers," pointing to Don
Antonio's attendants, "are well entertained."

Then taking his relative by the hand, he led him into the mansion.

"Theodora," he then resumed, "is as yet at her morning orisons, in the
company of good Martha, but on an occasion like the present, there would
be no great sin in shortening her devotions."

"By no means," replied Don Antonio, smiling; "it is not my maxim to
disturb fair ladies when so laudably occupied."

"Well, my young friend, as you please; but, good heavens!" continued he,
surveying his guest from head to foot, with much complacency, "how you
are altered! It is a goodly and consoling sight to see the improvement
a few years bestow on a young man. You have distinguished yourself at
the games," said Don Manuel; "this is a source of unspeakable joy to me,
the more so, as it appears that the queen has been pleased to reward
your merit. I have heard that you are entrusted with the command of a
party of those gallant men, that are destined to chastise the rebellious
Moors of the Alpujarras."

"In truth," modestly answered Don Antonio, "our great queen has
condescended to honor me far above my deserts; but I trust that my
future conduct will make me worthy of the confidence she has reposed in

"I suppose, then," said Don Manuel, "that your stay at Guadix will be
but short?"

"Very short; as I am only allowed to wait the arrival of my party, and
must then set off immediately to join the army under the command of the
noble Aguilar."

"Then, my dear kinsman," observed Monteblanco, smiling, "the object of
your visit must be accomplished without further delay."

"I shall never complain of too much expedition when the happiness of my
life is so intimately concerned."

At this moment the door of the saloon was thrown open, and Theodora was
ceremoniously ushered in by the stately duenna, who, after making a
stiff and formal courtsey, sunk back, and kept a respectful distance.

"Dear child," said Don Manuel, "here is your kinsman, Don Antonio de
Leyva, with whom you are already acquainted. He appears in our house as
best becomes a gallant knight; his brow adorned with the wreath of
triumph for the skill and prowess he has displayed in the games, a sure
omen of his future glory in the field."

Theodora offered her hand to the salutation of her kinsman, with an
attempt at cordiality; but it was evidently an effort to hide the real
coldness she felt; for an involuntary tremor crept gradually over her,
and her countenance betrayed strong symptoms of emotion, as she began
to suspect the object of Don Antonio's visit. Indeed, the tone of ease
and affection, in which her father and young de Leyva conversed, tended
to confirm those suspicions, the truth of which she so much dreaded to

As soon as Don Antonio withdrew, Monteblanco requested to speak with his
daughter in his apartment. The trembling girl obeyed with a faltering
step, looking like a criminal about to receive the sentence that is to
seal her fate. The duenna remained somewhat surprised at this mysterious
transaction, in which her family counsel and approbation had been so
unceremoniously dispensed with. Her pride was mortified; in high
dudgeon, she crossed herself with fervour; and then departed, muttering
something between a prayer and a malediction.

A short time after, the conference broke up, and Theodora came forth,
her eyes swimming in tears, and evincing the most lively emotion. She
hied to her own chamber, and fastening the door, she gave a free vent to
her grief.

"Alas!" she exclaimed, "the dreadful suspicion is confirmed, and the
resolute manner in which my father has enforced his commands, affords me
no room to hope for any alteration--any delay. Not a month--not even a
week is allowed me to prepare--the measure of my misfortune is
full--Lost! lost!--Oh! Lope! Lope!----"

She could proceed no further; the tumult of sorrow impeded her
utterance, and she gave loose to her feelings in sighs and tears.

Presently, however, a comforter came to proffer advice and
assistance--in the shape of the duenna. As we have already seen, she was
ruffled by Don Manuel's want of confidence, and proper regard for her
judgment; and she had resolved to tender her assistance to another
quarter. It is to be observed the duenna was of a most obliging
disposition. She bestowed her good advice most liberally, and she had an
inexhaustible fund of pious exclamations and admonitions at the service
of her friends. She could not forego the idea of being serviceable, and
therefore very properly desired to be consulted on all occasions. Yet
with all these amiable qualities, the duenna, in the opinion of most
people, would be entitled to no better appellation for her pains than
that of a busy body.

"_Niña_,[21] how's this?" she cried--"What mean these tears?--Aye! aye!
I see that your father has been guilty of some preposterous and
tyrannical measure; I suspected as much from his carefulness in keeping
the secret from me.--God bless the man!--what is the matter with
him?--he will never be advised, and really I cannot imagine why I remain
in his house. Well, child, unfold your sorrows and grievances to your
kindest friend; you know nothing delights me so much as consoling the
afflicted, and offering service to the unprotected."

"Yes, good Martha," replied the sorrowing girl; "I am fully sensible of
your goodness, and I do trust you will not deny me your compassion.
Alas! without your valuable advice and assistance, I shall never
surmount the difficulties with which I am surrounded. I must see him--I
must see Don Lope this very night!"

She then explained to Martha the nature of her distress, and the duenna,
glad to find an opportunity of being serviceable, readily promised her
co-operation in the accomplishment of her charge's wishes.


                Ye fair!
    Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts!
    Dare not the infectious sigh; nor in the bower
    Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch,
    While evening draws her crimson curtain round,
    Trust your soft minutes with betraying man.


In the most retired part of Monteblanco's garden, reclining on a rustic
seat, under the fragrant canopy of the myrtle and arbutus, sat a female
form enveloped in a loosely flowing dress of virgin whiteness. The air
was cool and serene, and except the rustling of the surrounding foliage,
when agitated by the breeze, or the soft plaintive voice of the
nightingale, no obtrusive sound disturbed the solemn silence. The blue
vault of heaven, glittering with countless stars, the rich perfume
flung around by the orange flower and jasmine, and a stilly languor that
pervaded the spot, all disposed the mind to gentle and loving thoughts.

Theodora, however, sat absorbed in silent sorrow and abstraction: her
long clustering tresses fell in luxuriance over her white and polished
neck, almost concealing in their profusion the traits of a countenance
overcast with grief and despondency.

But a figure appears on the garden wall, and the sound as of some one
falling is heard on the soft turf. Theodora starts, yet a sudden
recollection seems to check her momentary fear. The nocturnal visitor
was Gomez Arias, who had received a hasty summons from Theodora, and
surmising that some unpleasant intelligence awaited him, he hurried in
breathless expectation to the place of appointment.

What was his amazement, upon his arrival!--He beheld his Theodora, not
in the joyful eagerness of affection springing forward to meet his
embrace, but silent and dejected. Her intelligent countenance no longer
beamed with that charming smile which his appearance never failed to
create. Motionless and unmoved she appeared, amongst the flowery shrubs
and verdant foliage of the garden, like some statue of chaste and
classical beauty, placed to embellish and diversify the sylvan spot.

Gomez Arias is before her, and yet she seems hardly conscious of his
presence. He gazes on her with surprise, and then gently whispers her
dear name. The well known voice recalls her scattered ideas, and its
magic sound awakens her benumbed sensations to fresh warmth and life.
She raised her head, threw aside the rich clusters of her hair, and a
stream of moonlight falling on her countenance revealed to Gomez Arias a
picture of sorrowing love.

Her eye was swollen with grief, and the big tears in quick succession
chased each other down her pallid cheek.

Don Lope approached her tenderly, and folding her in his arms,
endeavoured to calm her emotion, by the most soothing and endearing

"Theodora, what means this sorrow? Whatever be the misfortune which
threatens us, do not vainly yield yourself a prey to terror, before you
know the means I may have of averting it." Then, as if struck by a
passing thought, he added--"You surely cannot entertain a distant doubt
of the singleness--the devotedness of my affection?"

"Doubt of your affection! Oh, heavens! do not even mention the appalling
word; there is something more terrible than death in the very idea. No,
no," she continued, with vivid earnestness; "I do not; I cannot; I will
not doubt of your affection. If ever such agonizing----"

She could not proceed, for her imagination was so powerfully acted upon,
even with the remote image of such a misfortune, that she was obliged to
remain some time silent before she could control her emotions.

"No," she resumed; "I cannot doubt your affection. But there is another
calamity in store for me that will assuredly render wretched the rest of
my existence."

She again stopped, and her tears flowed more abundantly than ever.

Gomez Arias felt relieved from a heavy foreboding; for the idea that his
engagement with Leonor de Aguilar had come to the knowledge of Theodora,
had at first filled his mind with apprehensions. He was accordingly more
at ease, feeling an inward conviction that however distressing the
dreaded intelligence might prove, he should still find resources within
himself to avert its dangers.

"Speak, my Theodora; unfold the cause of your extraordinary sorrow, and
do not weep and tremble thus."

"Oh, Lope!" she despondingly cried, "I must renounce you for ever."

"For heaven's sake, calm this agitation, Theodora, and let me know the
worst. But yesterday you were as happy as a heart teeming with genuine
affection, and blessed with a most unbounded return, can make a mortal,
and now----"

"He is come," she fearfully interrupted him; "my destined husband is

Gomez Arias appeared staggered at this unexpected information, but
immediately recovering himself in apparent calmness, demanded the name
of his rival. "Who is it," he cried, "that boldly claims the hand of my
Theodora?--No doubt some noble and distinguished cavalier."

"Alas! your supposition is but too just," replied the weeping girl; "and
it is that circumstance which adds to the poignancy of my grief: were he
a less estimable character, were he divested of those amiable qualities
that render man dear to the eyes of woman, my reasons for refusing his
addresses would be unanswerable. In that case, if I were made a victim
to parental authority, some consolation might be found in the conviction
that the inextinguishable hatred which I bore him was grounded on
justice. But the man that seeks an alliance with our house is one whose
choice would confer the greatest honor on the most exalted of the land.
Brave, generous, of noble birth, and alike distinguished for the
superiority of his mind and person, he is in the highest favor with the
queen, who has intrusted him with the command of one of the divisions
which are now marching against the rebel Moors."

Theodora made these observations in the perfect simplicity of her heart,
but she unconsciously excited an idea of the most galling nature in the
mind of her lover. Not that he felt the pangs of jealousy, for he was
too confident both in his own merit, and the unparalleled affection of
his beloved; but yet he was inwardly mortified at the encomiums bestowed
on another, inasmuch as they gave rise to a comparison which he could
not easily brook. He, therefore, with some asperity of tone, inquired
the name of this accomplished knight; and Theodora, who perceived the
inward workings of his soul, with a faultering voice pronounced the name
of Don Antonio de Leyva. The sound operated like an electric shock on
the mind of Gomez Arias, and despite of his habitual self-command, signs
of uncommon perturbation were discernible in his countenance.

"What!" he cried, "Don Antonio de Leyva,--that presumptuous, that
detested youth!"

Here he checked his emotion; pride resumed the mastery over his
irritated feelings, and with a forced gaiety of manner, he continued,--

"Certainly Don Antonio is a gallant cavalier, and well calculated to
captivate a woman's affections."

He stopped; for his surprise had been too abrupt, and his manner too ill
disguised to continue long in this constrained suppression of his real
feelings. Gomez Arias hated Don Antonio on no other plea, than the fame
he was daily acquiring for his valour and brilliant qualities. Besides,
he could not forget his adventure in the tournament, when Don Antonio
crossed him in his career, and well nigh endangered the reputation he
had that day acquired. He looked on him, therefore, as a dangerous
rival, and felt chagrined at the command with which the queen had
invested him, as it would afford him opportunities of grounding his
claims to her royal favor on the firmest foundation.

Theodora was far from suspecting the cause of her lover's agitation. She
naturally attributed to a feeling of jealousy, what was in fact the
effect of restless emulation. A long pause ensued, during which the
state of Theodora became more distressing, as she perceived her lover's
countenance gradually assuming an unusual expression of sternness.
Various passions seemed to be contending for mastery in his bosom, but
the feeling of wounded pride soon appeared to predominate. His eyes
glistened with indignant fire, his lip curled with a bitter smile, and
the flush of anger mantled on his brow.

"Theodora!" he said, fixing earnestly his eyes on the trembling girl;
"Theodora, you have deceived me!"

"Deceive you, Gomez Arias!" She looked petrified at the bare
supposition. "Deceived you! And can you for a moment harbour such a
cruel, such a degrading suspicion? Oh! Lope, is it possible you can
think thus basely of your Theodora?"

"Why was not I made acquainted with this engagement before?"

"I was ignorant of it myself; the marriage had been settled between my
father and Don Antonio, without consulting my inclination. Alas! the
first intelligence I received, was to bid me prepare for the ceremony,
which is to take place immediately.--My dearest Lope," she added with
tenderness; "Oh! never again harrow up my feelings, with doubts unworthy
of our mutual passion."

She clung to Don Lope's neck, and pressing him with the earnestness of
unbounded confidence and love--"Never," she continued, "had Theodora a
single thought concealed from you; you, the absolute master of my heart,
and the most secret wishes of my soul."

Then in a more composed manner, she proceeded; "It was but this morning
that Don Antonio arrived, when my father immediately proceeded to
announce the purport of his visit. My amazement at first knew no bounds;
I remonstrated on the abruptness of the proposal, and endeavoured, by
gentle expostulation, to ward off the threatening blow. But my
entreaties, and my tears were in vain. My father, strenuously bent on
the accomplishment of his wishes, left me the only option of yielding
implicit obedience to his mandates, or passing the rest of my existence
in the solitary gloom of a convent. My choice is made; I lose you,
Lope;"--and here her anguish almost overpowered her utterance; "I lose
you for ever, but your dear image shall be constantly before me in those
dark abodes of penitence and woe. Thither must I go, and leave all these
dear scenes, and the dearer sight of you, consigned to unrelenting
misery. Not humbly, alas! to pray; not to abjure the world; for ah! I
cannot abjure that world which contains the fondest object that links me
to life. I go not in the humble mood of a repentant sinner, to weep over
a guilty life, but in the desponding resolution of a fond woman, eager
to keep her faith unbroken to him of her heart's first and only
attachment. For you, oh Lope, my tears will flow; you alone will be the
theme of my constant meditations--my fervent prayers. In my hopeless
solitude, I may perhaps feel one glimpse of consolation;--the idea that
you may be happy, and that even in the glittering scenes of ambition,
you will sometimes revert to the cheerless abode of Theodora. This will
afford me some solace in my affliction. And when the hand of death
releases me from my odious chains, your tears will tenderly fall on the
grave of her, whose greatest crime was that of loving you too well."

"Theodora!" exclaimed Gomez Arias, moved by the picture she had drawn;
"and is this then the only remedy you can devise?"

"What!" cried she eagerly, "is there any other to be found?"

She paused, and gazed on Gomez Arias, with anxious expectation,
breathless with hope.

Don Lope, after a momentary lapse, with a chilling coldness,
observed--"You do not love me, Theodora!"

"Oh Heavens!" she cried in the hurried accents of terror--"Never, Lope,
never utter those killing words;--what do you require of me?--Speak,
Gomez Arias, speak: I will do all, to convince you of the sincerity of
my affection, and the cruel injustice of your words."

"You must fly then from the abode of parental oppression," calmly
replied Don Lope; "and in your lover you shall find that tenderness,
which a father denies; nay, start not, these words may perhaps alarm
you, yet consider it is our only resource, and that imperious necessity
is a law to which we must all submit. In a short time you shall be mine
in the face of heaven, and now, you must resolve to follow me."

Theodora started at the proposition. She fixed her eyes on Gomez Arias,
and with a deep but tranquil anguish exclaimed--"Alas, Don Lope! Is
this the remedy you propose? Can you indeed tempt me to abandon my
father in his declining years, to regret and shame?"

"You had already determined to abandon him," observed Gomez Arias.

"No, Lope," she replied; "by that step, I should only disappoint him in
his expectations--not incur his merited hatred and malediction;--his
grief would be tempered by resignation, not corroded with the sting of
shame." "Don Lope," she then continued with dignity, "command my life;
but oh! never, never require of me the commission of a crime, as the
proof of my love."

"Stay, Theodora," interrupted Gomez Arias, with a composure that ill
agreed with the terrific cloud gathering on his brow; "stay, you are
right, and I must retract my words: the offer was dictated in the
transports of sincere and ardent love, and as the only means left us in
the hour of danger. But I perceive that I have mistaken your
sentiments; such actions were only made for souls capable of feeling
and appreciating the extent of a true passion; not for cold and timorous
beings like yourself. I flattered my fond pride, that in you I had met
with a miracle of deep and all-absorbing affection, but I am deceived,
and sorely shall I repent my delusion; I now see you in your true
colours; you are like the rest of your feeble sex, pleased with the
gratification of their vanity, but incapable of a bold and generous
resolution in favor of the man they pretend to love. I will not upbraid
you; but from this moment cast you from me as a piece of inanimate clay,
a painted thing, alike incapable of estimating and sharing my regard."

Saying this he rudely disengaged himself from her arms, whilst the
unfortunate Theodora, affrighted at the violence of his manner, fixed on
him a wild and vacant stare, the intensity of her grief depriving her of
the power of reflection. But when she saw her lover actually receding
from the place, her mind started from its abstraction, and her thoughts
were fixed upon the dreadful desertion that now threatened her. She gave
a frantic shriek, and fell lifeless on the ground.

Alarmed at the effect produced by his passionate and cruel proceeding,
Gomez Arias hurried back to the spot, and raising the lovely victim from
the ground, gazed on her with all the anxiety of returning affection.
Theodora was in his arms, but, alas! her beautiful eyes were closed, her
cheek was colourless, and a cold suffusion bathed her stiffened limbs.
The vital spark had apparently deserted its frail tenement, for no sign
of conscious life was there. Don Lope's angry feelings had given way to
his fears for her safety, and as he wiped the cold dew from her face, he
perceived blood trickling slowly down her marble brow. In the violence
of her fall upon the gravelled walk, a flint had wounded her forehead,
and the crimson drops that issued from it contrasted mournfully with the
frozen paleness of her countenance.

Gomez Arias was moved as he gazed intensely on the angelic creature now
before him. This was no artful fiction, no solemn mockery of woe: a few
words had worked that dreadful revolution in her mind. Perhaps there is
at times an indescribable cruelty in love that prompts a man, in a
certain degree, to enjoy the misery which is wrought by an excess of
affection towards him, and triumph now mingled with compassion in the
abandoned lover's heart. He was, however, soon called to more generous
sentiments. Anxiety and regret took place of vanity, while his passion
for Theodora acquired new intensity as he scanned her beauteous figure
and contemplated the distress he had occasioned. With the most endearing
efforts he endeavoured to reanimate the lifeless form of Theodora. He
ardently pressed the yielding burthen to his heart, placed his glowing
cheek by the cold one of his mistress, fervently kissed the crimson
stain upon her forehead, and then bound it with a scarf.

Theodora, however, for some time gave no sign of life. Don Lope called
her by the most tender names, sprinkled her face with the water of a
neighbouring fountain, and exhausted himself in efforts to revive her.
At last she gently opened her eyes, a scarce perceptible motion shook
her frame, and shortly after she raised her white fingers to her
forehead, as if conscious of sensation. She heaved a deep sigh, and
Gomez Arias watching with anxious gaze the progress of her reviving
senses, strove with soothing fondness to hasten their return. Her eyes
gently opened, and a sad smile played upon her lip, as she acknowledged
the tender solicitude of her lover, unable as yet to express herself by

"Theodora, my dearest, don't you know me?"

Her abstracted senses awoke as if from a horrid dream, and with fearful
and convulsive clasp she hung to Don Lope's neck.

"He is not gone--no, no, I have him here--" The rest of her sentence was
lost in a hysteric laugh.

"No, my love," tenderly said Gomez Arias, "I am not gone, nor ever will.
I am a barbarian to treat you thus. I do not merit such excellence as
thine, and, I crave thy forgiveness for the misery I have inflicted."

Theodora, now perfectly restored, saw the stain of blood on her lover's
lip, then she felt the bandage on her forehead, and when Gomez Arias
explained the nature of her wound, the fond girl rejoiced at a cause
that had called forth her lover's anxiety and caresses.

They remained in profound silence, which they were both afraid to break,
for they trembled to renew a subject which had produced such melancholy

But time was swiftly flying, and Gomez Arias again urged the necessity
of adopting some resolution.

"Theodora," he said, "the night is wearing fast away, her friendly shade
will but for a short time longer favor us, and the morning must, alas!
throw still darker shadows over our brightest hopes."

Theodora sighed deeply, but was unable to reply.

"What is to be done?" demanded Don Lope. "Is it your wish that we should
part for ever?"

"Part for ever!" cried Theodora; "Oh Heavens! the idea is more than I
can endure."

"There is no other alternative left us," said Gomez Arias, "unless you
feel yourself courageous enough to--" and here he cast an inquiring
glance, and waited her reply; for though the purport of his meaning was
obvious, he felt almost afraid to convey it by language.

Theodora's distress increased, and her fond arms that had till now
encircled her lover's neck, loosened their hold, whilst her head drooped
despondingly upon her bosom.

After a short pause--"My love," continued Gomez Arias, "you must decide,
and instantly, we have but a short time more to remain."

"Don Lope," exclaimed the afflicted girl, with impassioned eagerness,
"pity! oh pity my horrible situation, and do not tempt me with a crime,
to which my own fond woman's heart urges me but too strongly. No, do not
exert that uncontrollable power which you possess over my very soul, to
sink me deeper into the abyss of misery, that must embitter my future
existence. Do not force me to destroy the tranquillity and comfort of a
venerable parent--of that parent, whose greatest fault is his excessive
fondness and solicitude for his child. Though by his last determination
he has completed my misery, he is nevertheless more deserving of pity
than reproach. Alas! while he destroys my felicity and repose, he
cherishes the idea, that he is laying the foundation of the future
happiness of his child."

"Yes!" cried Gomez Arias, smiling bitterly, "by forcing her to waste her
life in a cloister."

"No," exclaimed Theodora, "he does not suppose me capable of such a
terrible resolution; he is ignorant that my affections are
irretrievably bestowed on another, fondly imagining that I shall not
long be insensible to the merits of the husband he has chosen."

She fell on the ground, and clasping the knees of her lover, proceeded
with redoubled emotion--"Oh, Lope, I know but too well my own weakness!
Take, therefore, compassion on my distress, urge me no further, and do
not avail yourself of the tenderness and self-devotion of one who adores
you, to render her a cruel and delinquent daughter."

Gomez Arias was powerfully struck with the earnestness of her manner; he
never imagined he should meet with such opposition from a heart so
enthusiastically devoted. He could not but admire the generosity and
nobleness of feeling which thus voluntarily condemned itself to a life
of solitude and despair, rather than deviate in the smallest degree from
moral rectitude. Yet he was inwardly mortified at her superiority, and
would fain have persuaded himself that her scruples proceeded rather
from a deficiency of passion than from a sense of honor and filial
duty. He looked on her with a mixture of compassion and disappointment
as he endeavoured to raise her from the ground.

"No, never," she cried, "never will I rise till you grant my request."

"Rise, rise, Theodora," said he gloomily, "and listen to me for the last
time.--Since it is your desire, I will no longer, press a sacrifice I
was naturally bound to expect from your repeated, and apparently
sincere, protestations of regard. Since you will have it so, I must
yield. I will begone immediately; but if you are to be for ever lost to
me, think not I will tamely submit to my wrongs. I will seek out the
cause of our misfortunes, and if he is the valiant knight report speaks
him, I shall then find the only solace left me in my desolation, that of
taking ample vengeance or falling nobly by his weapon. And now," he
added after a short pause, "farewell Theodora! Farewell, for we part for

"No, you cannot," franticly cried Theodora, "you must not leave me
thus. Oh Lope! you were always tender, and generous, and kind.--Never
did you in the slightest manner wound my heart till this dreadful

"True," replied Don Lope, "and never till the present moment could I
doubt your love."

"Oh Lope! Lope! and is it to your Theodora you speak thus! In pity
recall those dreadful words."

"Silly girl," vehemently exclaimed Gomez Arias, "what do you require of
me? Or what is it that you wish? You have chosen your path, let me now
take mine, unless you force me in my anguish to curse the hour when I
first beheld you."

"Curse the day you saw me!" As she uttered this exclamation an
involuntary chill crept over her, which seemed to have frozen the
springs of her heart.

"Theodora," he now said in a tone of sad reproach, "dry your tears--you
will soon have bitter occasion for them. May you enjoy that repose
which you have for ever destroyed in my heart--Farewell! Farewell!"

As he said this he gently strove to disengage himself from her hold. The
struggle was too powerful for her nature, and like the poor bird when
under the magic influence of the serpent, yields itself to the
destructive charm, Theodora, unable any longer to combat with her
overpowering feelings, threw herself into her lover's arms, and
exclaimed passionately upon his bosom--"No, no, dear Lope, we will not
part. Let it be as you will." She paused, and then added with
solemnity--"It is decreed that I must be wretched, but you at least
shall never have reason to reproach me."

Gomez Arias clasped her fondly to his breast, and in the transports of
his joy, endeavoured to draw a glowing picture of their future

"My dearest Theodora, hush your apprehensions and unreasonable fears. At
the first opportunity we marry. Your father will at last relent, and
even if he should prove deaf to the appeal of nature, the love and
gratitude of Gomez Arias will supply the loss."

"Oh that is my only consolation," she interrupted with eagerness. "Love
me, Lope, love me even as I love you. No, no, that is not possible. But,
oh, if thy love should ever decrease--deceive me! in pity deceive me! Do
not let me suspect the dreadful truth--No, let death first conceal from
me so terrible a secret."

Gomez Arias again tenderly essayed to calm her agitation, and then urged
the necessity of quitting the place with the utmost expedition. She made
no longer any resistance, for she had advanced too far now to recede,
and leaning on her lover she was almost carried along the garden.

Gomez Arias quickly made a signal, and a ladder of ropes was thrown from
the other side. At the sight Theodora could scarcely restrain the agony
of her feelings. A crowd of thoughts distracted her mind--a load of
anguish was upon her breast, and had it not been for the support of her
lover, she would have fallen. Gomez Arias bore the trembling girl
across the wall, but as she stood for an instant on the summit, she cast
a long melancholy look on the home of her innocence and childhood--the
now deserted abode, of a venerable parent, and with a heart throbbing
with anguish, she intrusted herself to the protection of her lover.


    Where is she?
    I wish to see my daughter, shew her me;

    * * * *

    You have betrayed me; y' have let loose
    The jewel of my life: Go, bring her me,
    And set her here before me.--

                          _Beaumont and Fletcher._

The next day arrived--a day of sorrow for the unfortunate Monteblanco.
Seated on a ponderous chair of rude workmanship, the old _caballero_
waited for the appearance of his darling daughter, to pay her morning
devoirs, and receive his blessing. He waited patiently for some time,
but his mind becoming fraught with more than usual anxiety, he called
lustily to the duenna,--he called again, and again, but to no purpose.
The pious old dame was deeply engaged in her orisons, and her mind
occupied with other affairs than appertain to this sinful world. She
appeared at last, her eyes half closed, her lips moving fast in the
fervour of her devotions, and her long skinny fingers employed in a
manner equally devout, as with the most exemplary industry, and solemn
sedateness, she let fall in measured intervals, one by one, the large
black counters of her rosary.

"The Lord be with you!" ejaculated piously the duenna.

"Save you, good Martha," responded Don Manuel.

"And may the blessed Virgin forgive you Señor, for thus disturbing an
humble sinner at her prayers."

"Amen!" answered Don Manuel; "and now Martha tell me where is my

"_Ave Maria!_" continued the duenna, as another counter fell.

Monteblanco, who expected quite a different answer, was however kind
enough to give the customary response to the salutation.

"_Santa Maria!_" muttered he with a movement of impatience, raising
nevertheless his eyes to heaven. But it so happened that the devotion of
the old cavalier was obliged to give way to his paternal solicitude.

"Martha," he therefore cried, "put aside your beads, and tell me, in
goodness tell me, if my child is indisposed."

"Holy Virgin!" exclaimed the duenna, "what brings that into your head,
Don Manuel?"

"If not," demanded the father, "how does it happen she has not yet
appeared?--Where is she?"

"In bed, God help her," replied Martha, "for she very naturally
concluded, that a lady who had spent the night in an amorous colloquy,
could not be expected to rise over early the next morning."

"In bed!" echoed Monteblanco, "in bed! shame, why it is past seven," he
added, somewhat ruffled at the idea. "What! has she passed an
indifferent night?"

"Not that I know of, unless indeed that she may have been a little too
zealous in her midnight devotions: the grace of the Lord be upon her for
a sweet, innocent child. Bless her soul, she could not be otherwise
after the holy counsel which I, a miserable sinner, have endeavoured to
instill into her tender mind."

"Martha, Martha," seriously observed Don Manuel, "I do not entirely
approve of this excess of devotion."

"Ah!" ejaculated the duenna. "That is exactly what I say to her, but she
is very scrupulous in her religious exercises."

"Well Martha, you must moderate her zeal, and make her understand that
the views of heaven will be much better realized, by yielding implicit
obedience to the dictates of a father; and now," he added in a more
familiar tone, "go, and bid her come, for I expect Don Antonio de Leyva
every minute."

The duenna went out muttering a _Gloria Patri_, which was exactly
finished by the time she got at the other side of the door. She then
hastened to the chamber of her charge, by no means pleased with a
somnolency that exposed her to any rebuke, however trifling.

"Oh you sluggish girl," she began. "_Dios me perdone_,[22] what means
this? Are you not ashamed to be in bed at this time in the morning, and
allow a christian matron like me to be disturbed at her prayers on your
account? This comes of your nocturnal meetings; I must put a stop to
them; they may be very refreshing to the heart, but cannot contribute to
the health, nor to the good keeping of the soul; up, up _perezosa_,[23]
and never more expose a kind duenna to your father's rebukes; up,
immediately, Don Manuel is waiting." Receiving no answer, she took it
for granted, being not a little deaf, that Theodora was replying with
the various excuses which were naturally to be expected, under similar
circumstances. She continued, therefore, without troubling herself as to
their import. "Nay, nay, attempt not to exculpate yourself, for it is
very wrong to expose me thus, because I am so amiably inclined as to
overlook your frailties with christian charity. Holy Virgin! I shudder
when I think to what perilous compromises my unsullied reputation is
daily exposed by the tenderness of my disposition. What is it you
say?--Eh?--What?--you are silent then, well child, after all that is the
wisest thing you can do; it pleaseth me to see you thus humble, for
humility, like charity, covereth a multitude of sins." The good duenna
proceeded in this strain for some time, without receiving any check to
her eloquence, till at length, surprised at such an excess of
contrition, she grew impatient, flung the windows wide open, pulled the
bed hangings aside, when to her utter consternation she found the object
of her intended visitation vanished. The surprise of the duenna was
strongly pictured on her shrivelled visage, as the dismal truth obtruded
itself upon her mind. The wrath of Monteblanco, and the blot upon her
own dear reputation, as the natural consequences of this disaster, took
possession of her mind. She first uttered something between a whine and
a discordant cry, meaning thereby to indicate at once her emotions of
anger and sorrow. Then she began busily to invoke the protection of all
the saints in the calendar. But the saints, though very holy personages
in their way, are by no means the proper persons to consult respecting
the discovery of stray damsels. She appeared to place more confidence in
her own exertions than in their assistance. She commenced a scrupulous
search in every part of the chamber, under and round about the bed, and
waddling out of the apartment, she left no corner in the house

Astonished at the duenna's activity, and puzzled to discover the cause,
the servants flocked around her, but to all their inquiries she gave no
other answer but interjections and exclamations, and such harsh guttural
sounds, that they began to suspect that the good dame had fairly lost
her wits.

The garden was now explored, but alas! with no better success, and the
perturbation of poor Martha's mind baffled all description.

It was some time before she could determine what course to pursue,
balancing in her mind whether it would be more prudent to avoid the
impending storm by flight, or boldly and confidently to encounter her
master's ire. Flight certainly is the method preferred on similar
occasions; but then by adopting it she would tacitly confess herself
guilty, and her tender reputation would be sullied with an indelible
stain; by bravely encountering, on the other hand, the irritated father,
she could stoutly deny all cognizance of the affair, and boldly call on
all the saints of Heaven to assert her innocence, witnesses to whose
testimony Martha always confidently appealed, being satisfied they would
have no inclination to contradict her.

Acting upon this idea, she left the garden, instilling into her
parchment features all the surprise and grief that she could muster up
at so short a notice.

In the meantime Monteblanco, heartily tired of sending message after
message, resolved to seek himself the cause of the duenna's protracted

"Martha--Martha," he cried, as soon as he saw her--"In the name of the
devil, what means this?"

"Hush, Don Manuel!" replied the duenna, with great solemnity of
manner--"Hush, venerated Señor; for sure enough the evil one has been at

"What!" exclaimed the astonished Don Manuel, "explain yourself, and

"Holy Virgin!" proceeded the dame, "that such a thing should happen in
my time!"

"In the name of God--Martha," cried again the father, in agony, "tell me
what misfortune has happened."

"Oh!" whined the duenna, struggling hard to force from her old eyes a
couple of rebellious tears, "ask me not, for shame and sorrow will choke
my utterance."

"May all the curses of Heaven choke you! Woman, what have you done with
my daughter? Speak--speak, or by _Santiago de Compostela_, I will so
belabour thy shrivelled form, as to reduce it to atoms in less time
than you can say your _credo_."

The duenna had never before seen her master in so terrible a passion,
and she almost repented not having followed her first impulse to fly.
She inwardly cursed that tenderness for her reputation, which had
brought the more substantial part of her person into the present
quandary. A vigorous defence was the only alternative now left her.

"What have I done with your daughter!" she exclaimed, with a look which
she meant to be expressive of indignant surprise.--"May the Lord help
you!--what should I have done with your daughter?"

"Where is she then?"

A pause ensued.

"Where is she?" demanded again the agitated father, with redoubled

"Alas! I know not--she is gone to all appearance--May the light of
Heaven, and her guardian angel conduct her steps!"

"Gone!--my Theodora gone!" cried Don Manuel in the height of

"I conclude that to be the case," added the duenna, with assurance, "for
she is nowhere to be found."

The desolate father appeared thunderstruck at this intelligence. He
smote his venerable forehead, and plucked his grey beard in the anguish
of despair. Then he vented the most bitter reproaches against the
ingratitude of his daughter, and cursed the day that gave her birth.

Whilst he was thus vainly indulging in the paroxysm of grief, the duenna
kept crossing herself with such active fervour, that the repeated and
rapid motion of her hand at last caught the attention of the sorrowing
and abstracted father.

"Oh, thou vile hypocrite!" he exclaimed, darting a furious look--"Thou
beldame!--Is this the way thou hast answered the confidence reposed in
thee?--I have nurtured a serpent in my house--I have set the ravenous
wolf to guard the lamb! Accursed beldame! Thou art an accomplice in my
daughter's flight."

"Holy Virgin of the Conception!" ejaculated the offended Martha, "that
such foul aspersions should be thrown on my character, after sixty
years of rigid penitence! May the Lord forgive you, Señor, as I do"--and
she crossed herself with redoubled zeal.

"Forgive me, thou imp of the devil!" thundered Don Manuel, astonished at
her assurance.--"Forgive me!"

"I an imp of the devil!--I, who had an aunt who died in odour of
sanctity, in the convent of Santa Clara--I, who am second cousin to Fray
Domingo, one of the most religious as well as most celebrated preachers
of the day!"

"May the curse of Heaven fall on thee, and him, and all thy race."

"Do not swear," interrupted Martha; "Oh! do not swear--you fright me--I
shall faint."

"Avaunt, thou detested hag!" continued Don Manuel.

"_San Pedro y san Pablo!_" cried the duenna.

"Thou poisonous crocodile!" replied Don Manuel.

"_San Jose bendito!_" responded the duenna.

"Abominable fiend!" returned Don Manuel.

"_Animas benditas!_" answered the duenna.

This extraordinary litany, however, was at length cut short by the
arrival of Don Antonio de Leyva. He was not a little surprised at the
scene which presented itself, and was for some time unable to obtain an
explanation. When he at length arrived at a knowledge of the affair, his
astonishment and sorrow were exhibited in the most lively manner.

"Alas!" he cried, "I could not but suspect from my first interview with
Theodora, that her affections were fixed on another object."

"Oh, no, no," eagerly replied Don Manuel--"you are far from the
mark--she cannot love any one--how could she form an attachment without
my knowledge?"

"Then," said Don Antonio, sighing, "it was to avoid my addresses that
she has sought a refuge in flight."

"_Jesus Maria!_" interposed the duenna--"Do not say so, Don Antonio--how
could she possibly object to so accomplished a cavalier?"

"Good dame," answered he, "it is not difficult to account for her
dislike; and I must acknowledge with painful sensations, that I am
chiefly to blame for this unfortunate occurrence."

"No, no," cried Monteblanco, pointing to Martha; "the person chiefly to
blame in this affair, is that detestable hag.--See how she crosses
herself, and rolls her eyes to impose upon our credulity; but it is all
over--I have been too long the dupe of her affected piety, and seeming
austerity of manners; my eyes are at length open to conviction, and I
see the despicable creature in her true colours."

"What reason," observed de Leyva, "can you assign for Theodora's strange
resolution, unless it be dislike to me, or love for another."

"Alas! I know not what to think," answered Don Manuel; "my mind is
bewildered, and all my conjectures may prove wrong. Perhaps some
hastiness in my way of proceeding may have influenced her
determination. But I do not despair; she may yet be brought to a sense
of her duty; if not," he added despondingly, "the happiness of my
declining age is blasted, and heartily shall I wish to be numbered with
the dead."

Monteblanco by these means sought a medium between accusing his daughter
of downright criminality, and confessing to young de Leyva that his
suspicions concerning Theodora's aversion to the intended wedding were
not entirely groundless.

He was unwilling also to relinquish the thought of having so excellent a
son-in-law, and he believed Don Antonio to be possessed of all those
qualities which are capable of enslaving the affections of women, even
the most fastidious. He, therefore, prudently resolved, in case of his
child's return, to allow her due time to consider the proposal, which he
had been so anxious to carry by parental authority, hoping that she
would at last be brought to acquiesce in his wishes, by the constant
assiduity and numberless accomplishments of her suitor.

Under this impression, he readily accepted the services proffered by Don
Antonio, for the recovery of Theodora, and for speedily concerting the

"Don Manuel," exclaimed the gallant de Leyva, "spite of your kind and
courteous asseverations, I cannot but consider myself the cause of your
daughter's leaving her home. This reflection and that tender sentiment
which Theodora was as capable of inspiring as I am susceptible of
feeling, makes me perhaps a principal in this melancholy event. It is
with heartfelt sincerity, therefore, that I offer my assistance. Let us
first endeavour to restore the lovely fugitive to her deserted home, and
then let not the shadow of compulsion actuate her future determination."

"I shall be happy," replied Don Manuel, "to profit by advice dictated at
once by affection and prudence. Theodora," he added after a short pause,
"cannot have departed from this city, and we shall probably find her
either in a convent, or at the abode of one of her relatives. However,
to insure all precaution, I shall forthwith send despatches to Granada,
and the neighbouring towns."

Saying this, Monteblanco made a movement to retire with his young
friend, and casting a look of anger on the duenna, he said as he
passed--"Thou mayest well tremble, miserable sinner that thou art!"

"Tremble, forsooth!" returned the stately dame, with great dignity of
manner. "Innocence has no occasion to tremble; and now it only remains
for me to quit a place where my virtue and honesty have so unwarrantably
been called in question."

"When thou dost quit my house," said Don Manuel, "it will be to be shut
up for life in a convent, there to do penance for thy sins, and to
profit by the holy example of that good aunt that died in odour of

Left to herself, Martha began seriously to reflect on the unpleasantness
of her situation; the threat of a conventual seclusion sounded harshly
to her ear. She fancied it would be more advantageous to society that
her good offices should continue in requisition, than that they should
be for ever lost by an untimely adoption of a contemplative life.

"Oh, that ungracious Gomez Arias!" she exclaimed, in her perplexity.

"What wouldst thou with Gomez Arias?" said a well known voice.

She turned, and saw before her the object of her exclamation.

"Blessed be the Virgin! It is he, sure enough. What brings you here,
Sir? Where is my young lady?"

"Where is she?" inquired Gomez Arias, with feigned anxiety.

"Nay, nay, your arts are thrown away on me; I know that Theodora, poor
silly thing, has eloped with you. She loves you, in very truth, she
does; and when a woman really loves, it is unaccountable what a number
of fooleries she will be tempted to commit."

"Well," returned Don Lope, "supposing she has intrusted herself to my
protection, she only followed the dictates of pure affection; surely
there could be no harm in so doing."

"Under favour, Don Lope," observed the duenna, "but there is. Not
forsooth in loving you; but yet, there is a crying injustice, an
unpardonable cruelty, in leaving me to suffer for it without a----"

"Reward, wouldst thou say?" interrupted Don Lope.

"_Valgame San Juan!_ But you misapprehend me strangely. I am not
mercenary; heaven knows my only concern is for my safety, threatened as
I am."

"Threatened! in what possible manner?" demanded Gomez Arias.

"With nothing less than a convent."

"A convent," repeated Don Lope, smiling, "to so devout a dame, methinks,
can have no terrors."

"Aye in troth, I am devout," replied the duenna, "and yet I feel nowise
inclined to be immured between four walls. What merit would there be in
the sacrifice of an old, poor, decrepid piece of mortality such as I.
No, it is the voluntary seclusion of young, rich and beautiful virgins
that delights the divinity."

"Most prudent Martha," gaily replied Gomez Arias, "I greatly admire and
applaud your discretion. Never ought so worthy, so valuable a matron to
be lost to the world. No, thou wert born to be the consolation of
gallant knights and amorous damsels; it would be really unpardonable to
permit thy seclusion, whilst thou mayest yet tend thy services to
lovers. No, no, God forbid thou shouldst go to a nunnery."

"The Lord bless you, good Señor," returned Martha with humility; "but
you over-rate my poor deserts."

"By my sword! that modesty becomes thee mightily. But we must lose no
time. Attend vespers this afternoon, there thou shalt find my
conscientious valet, who will give thee proper directions and assistance
to effect thy escape, and ample means to pass the remainder of thy
precious life in some distant city of Spain, free from the blessed idea
of conventual retirement."

"That will I do, most generous Don Lope, and be thankful withal."

"But stay," added Gomez Arias with mock gravity; "there is one objection
to this arrangement."

"_Virgen de las Angustias!_--What is it, Señor?" demanded the duenna, in
visible alarm.

"Why!" answered Gomez Arias, "only that thou must sacrifice somewhat of
that dear, unsullied reputation by following such a course."

"Alas, Señor!" exclaimed she of the nice reputation--"That is too true;
willingly would I preserve it entire, but feeble mortals are not bound
to do more than their strength can compass."

"True," rejoined Gomez Arias; "thine argument, most venerable Martha, is
a very plausible argument, and very consoling withal."

At this moment a noise was heard. The duenna started. "It is my master,
and Don Antonio," cried she. "Hence! begone, Don Lope, they must not see
us together."

"Fear not, most respected dame," said Gomez Arias; "I am no college
gallant, no unskilful tyro in the affairs of love; I depart but to
return in due time."

"Return!" echoed Martha; "to what purpose?"

"To cover thy threadbare reputation," said he laughing; "it appears of
so tender a texture, that it is likely to be torn piece-meal, if not
remedied in time. Besides, I must protect my own, should it be
necessary: a good pilot, even in a calm, must prepare against foul

"Our Lady's blessing be upon your head!" said Martha, "for a right
prudent _caballero_."

"Well, mind to give thy assistance at vespers."

"Ah, my good Señor; my devotion requires no stimulus."

Gomez Arias made his exit, just in time to prevent a meeting with the
aforesaid gentlemen. They had been busily occupied in devising the most
efficacious means to insure success in their researches. Don Manuel
appeared more composed in his demeanor, for he placed much confidence
in the influence and abilities of his ally. Hope, that with its cheering
ray lights us even on the gloomy borders of the tomb, now in part
dispelled the heavy cloud that overshadowed the deserted father's heart.

Don Antonio took an affectionate leave, and after repeating his cordial
offers of assistance, departed.

Monteblanco, when left by himself, felt his wrath again revived, at the
sight of the duenna; he therefore renewed his threats of a convent.

"Don Manuel!" said the duenna, with a most sanctimonious look, "I am
innocent--innocent, as the child unborn: yet if it so pleaseth Heaven,
that I should be immured in a cloister, the Lord's will be done; a
convent has no terrors for me; alas! a poor humble sinner can desire no
better abode; but think, Señor, how galling it is to be forced by
compulsion to embrace a state, that ought to be embraced out of
spontaneous inclination; allow me at least a few hours to arrange my
worldly concerns, and I shall be ready to obey your commands."

Saying this, the female _tartuffe_ retired to her chamber, to prepare
for her secret departure.


    Tu puoi pensar, se'l padre addolorato
    Riman quand'accusar sente la figlia,
    Si perchè ode di lei quel, che pensato
    Mai non avrebbe, e n'ha gran maraviglia.


    Ben se'crudel, se tu già non ti duoli
    Pensando cio ch'al mio cor s'annunziava:
    E se non piangi di che pianger suoli?


Whilst the unhappy father was absorbed in his recent misfortune, and
endeavouring to beguile the tedious hours, by directing researches in
all quarters of the town, where there was any possibility of his
daughter having taken refuge, he was surprised with a visit from Gomez

"Pardon my intrusion, Señor," he said with much courtesy; "my anxiety
for the fate of an honorable gentleman, though a rival, will perhaps
hold me excused in the eyes of Don Manuel de Monteblanco."

"Sir," returned Don Manuel, "your visits do much honor to my humble
dwelling, and stand in no need of an apology."

After the long vocabulary of compliments had been exhausted, Gomez Arias
reverted to the adventure in the _Zaguan_, and with apparent anxiety
demanded news of Don Rodrigo.

"I have none, Señor," said Monteblanco; "and alas! I am not likely to
feel much concerned for the inconvenience of another, at a time when I
am myself plunged in deep affliction."

"Perhaps," resumed Gomez Arias, "it may not be altogether right in a
stranger to pry into the secret motives of your sorrows; but if I can by
any means in my power alleviate them, I should esteem myself
particularly honored in meriting your confidence. I but now perceived
signs of alarm in the countenances of your servants, apparently not
without foundation, and it grieves my very soul to see so honorable a
personage in distress. What has happened, noble Señor?"

"Alas! My child--my child!" cried the afflicted father.

"She is not ill?" inquired Don Lope.

"Oh! worse!--worse," replied Don Manuel with emotion.

"Ah!" exclaimed Gomez Arias, feigning surprise. "What?--no--it is not
possible--and yet it may be so."

"Eh?" cried Monteblanco, in an inquiring tone of voice, and opening wide
his eyes in the eagerness of anticipation.

"My valet," continued Don Lope, "brought me information that there was a
rumour circulating about the town, relating to the elopement of a noble
lady. As I am a perfect stranger in the place, I felt no curiosity to
inquire further into the affair, but I could not then imagine that you,
Sir, were the victim of this misfortune."

"Alas! Don Lope! it is but too true!"

Gomez Arias had learnt so well the part he had to perform, that he found
not the slightest difficulty in going through it with the most perfect
ease, and by this means he insensibly won the confidence of the deluded
Don Manuel, who, like many others under similar circumstances, felt a
relief in confiding his sorrows to one, who appeared to sympathise with
him so sincerely.

"For surely," continued Don Lope, "some one must have been acquainted
with this flight. Have you well examined your servants? Depend upon it,
Señor, they are generally the instruments and abettors in the rebellion
of children against their parents."

"You are right, my honored Sir," replied Don Manuel. "Servants are the
sworn enemies of those who give them bread; but though I am disposed to
suspect every one of my dependants of being accessary to this treason, I
am yet at a loss on whom to fix my suspicions with justice. I am
assured, however, that the duenna must have had an active part in
conducting this abominable transaction."

"The duenna!" exclaimed Gomez Arias, darting a look full of wonder and
well feigned surprise--"The duenna! By my sword, that must be our
clue--I had almost forgotten that you had a duenna in your house,
otherwise my astonishment would not have been so lively. Duennas are the
soul of every intrigue, and you may indeed affirm, with a safe
conscience, that yours has not only connived at, but even facilitated
your daughter's escape."

"Of that, alas! I am but too confident," replied the father,
"notwithstanding her solemn asseverations and canting hypocrisy."

"Ah! the cunning beldame," quoth Don Lope sarcastically. "She has all
the arts of her kind, I perceive; but I hope, Señor Don Manuel, that you
are not to be imposed upon by such shallow artifices. We must secure the
duenna, and examine her well; perchance a few threats will not be
altogether unavailing."

"That is precisely the method I have adopted," said Don Manuel.

"And where is the old hag, now?" inquired Don Lope.

"Packing up her trumpery, to depart for the convent."

"Pedro"--then called Don Manuel.

"Your pleasure?" demanded the valet, as he entered.

"Send Martha to me."

Pedro obeyed, but shortly after returned with a most dismal and
elongated visage.

"Well, what is the old dotard staring at?" impatiently cried his master.

"Señor, Martha is flown," replied the dependant.

"Flown!" re-echoed Monteblanco, in consternation; "Flown! And how came
you not to prevent her departure?"

"Save your honor," returned the terrified Pedro, "we all thought she was
quietly shut up in her chamber. She has contrived to escape, the Lord
only knows how--she must have vanished through the chimney, or a key
hole, like a witch that she is, _Jesus me valga_!"

"That she is a witch I am fully aware, and you are all her familiars,"
cried Don Manuel with violence. "But you shall rue the moment the hag
foiled your vigilance."

Gomez Arias, who had observed a perfect silence, now ventured to

"We need go no further for a positive proof of the duenna's culpability,
since her guilt is rendered sufficiently evident by her flight."

"Yes," observed Don Manuel, "but that circumstance affords me little
consolation. The means of ascertaining the truth are now lost, by the
disappearance of the principal accomplice."

The afflicted old man again gave way to his exasperated feelings; this
last stroke quite overpowered him. His pride was sorely wounded, for he
was one of those old Spanish cavaliers, who, when deprived of every
other satisfaction, took a melancholy pleasure in inflicting his
vengeance on the object of his wrath. But even this solitary consolation
was now denied him, and the idea that he had been so grossly imposed
upon by an old beldame, added to the galling reflections which his
misfortune had inflicted.

Gomez Arias exerted his utmost endeavours to sooth his emotion,
employing for this purpose all the established maxims resorted to under
similar circumstances--maxims profoundly wise no doubt, but which
unluckily are often lost upon their object.

"In order then," said Gomez Arias, "to unravel this mystery, it is of
the first importance to set about the inquiry from the commencement, in
order to discover the authors. We have now the agent of this nefarious
enterprise, but we must seek for the actual culprit. There can be no
doubt that when a young girl is induced to elope from her home, there is
generally a lover who prompts her to so objectionable a measure. Now,
Don Manuel, is there no person on whom suspicion may attach with any

Monteblanco pondered for a while, and then replied--"Really, Don Lope,
if there exists such a man, I am totally unacquainted with his person."

"What, are you unable to hazard even a conjecture?"

"I am, Don Lope," sorrowfully answered the father.

"Indeed! this is surprising;--look, Señor, around the circle of your
acquaintance, and perchance you may find a clue to guide your

Don Manuel mechanically looked around, and then shook his head

"I would not willingly," continued Gomez Arias, "throw an aspersion on
the reputation of any one, but what are we to surmise from the visit of
Don Rodrigo de Cespedes? Certainly, there was something unaccountable in
his chivalric expedition against me. Besides, why require the assistance
of an aged cavalier, when he might have commanded that of more suitable
agents for that description of undertaking?"

Gomez Arias met with no great difficulty in deceiving the man he had
injured; for one under Don Manuel's distressing situation, is of all
others the most easy to be imposed upon. His own wounded feelings, in
some measure, paved the way to the deception;--as a man who has lost his
purse, is apt to throw the charge on the very first individual who
unfortunately happens to attract his notice.

"In addition to this," proceeded Gomez Arias, "we may remark the visible
alarm which was stamped on the countenance of the young lady, when our
quarrel took place--her anxiety to bring the light--the shriek she
uttered on imagining that my antagonist had fallen;--these, Don Manuel,
are strong indications, which may have escaped your observation in
moments of anger and grief, but which to a cooler judgment amount almost
to certainty. However, it is not my intention to prejudice your mind
against Don Rodrigo; my only desire is to warn you."

By such subtle means, Gomez Arias confirmed Monteblanco's suspicions;
for when once started, nothing tends more powerfully to strengthen them
than a sort of recantation in their author. Accordingly, Don Manuel
felt almost convinced of the treachery of his friend. Certainly there
was ample room to doubt the justice of such an imputation, if he had
chosen to reflect coolly on the subject; but in cases like the present,
the best reasons are unfortunately most unceremoniously set aside.

Thus Don Manuel was at once deceiving himself, and casting a reflection
on the character of a man who had not the remotest connection with the
event, and whose integrity in this instance could still less be
impeached than in the case of his having feloniously taken the old mule
of the friar, instead of his own beautiful horse, for the purpose of
gaining by the exchange.

Monteblanco, after a moment's thought, suddenly grasping the hand of
Gomez Arias--"I owe you much, Don Lope," he said, "and I pray you to be
convinced of the sincerity of my gratitude."

"Nay, honored Sir," replied Gomez Arias, "you labour under a
delusion--you owe me nothing--at least you owe me no favor, and I
solemnly disclaim any title to your acknowledgments."

Many and reciprocal were the compliments that passed from this time
between the two cavaliers; they mutually offered their services to each
other, and Don Lope very prudently afforded to his new friend all the
instructions which might tend to render abortive the pursuit and
recovery of the fugitive. Shortly after he took leave of the unfortunate
cavalier, who was even troublesome in the expression of his gratitude,
and whose hopes now began to assume a brighter hue.


           The intent, and not the deed,
    Is in our power; and therefore, who dares greatly
    Does greatly.

                                _Browne's Barbarossa._

    E ben degg'io, di libertade amico,
      Meno la morte odiar di quella vita,
    Che ricever dovrei dal mio nemico.


We must now recall the reader's attention to that portion of the history
of the rebellious Moors, which is in some measure connected with our
tale. The forty chiefs, who had been elected in the revolt of the
Albaycin, succeeded, as we have already seen, in disseminating their
sentiments through many towns and villages in the jurisdiction of the
Alpujarras: their efforts, however, were almost invariably unsuccessful.
In most of their encounters, the Moors were either entirely worsted, or
compelled to seek for safety in flight; yet they persevered in their
designs. Defeats and repeated crosses, instead of subduing, tended only
to increase their courage, by adding to the desire of vengeance.

The rebels had already sustained some severe reverses; amongst which the
most prominent was the loss of the town of Guejar, which, after a
protracted and desperate resistance, had been taken by storm by the
combined forces of Count de Tendilla and the famous Gonzalo de Cordova.
Most of the Moors either perished in the defence, or were put to the
sword by the conquerors; whilst the Castle itself was given up to the

The Count de Lerin next possessed himself of the fortress and town of
Andarax; and, exasperated at the resistance of the inhabitants, who
continued to protract the defence, although without any chance of
success, he at length blew up the Mosque, where a considerable number
had fled for shelter, along with the women and children.

Thus of the three strong holds of the rebels, Lanjaron was the only one
that now remained unconquered, and this indeed appeared to offer a more
formidable resistance, chiefly on account of the garrison having el
Negro for a leader--a man of mean origin, but extraordinary courage and
resolution. These qualities, together with the services which he had
already rendered to the Moorish cause in the wars of Granada, had
acquired for him the confidence of his countrymen, who had accordingly
intrusted him with the command of this important post. He was a man of
severe habits, with a natural ferocity of character, which, although not
calculated to conciliate, nevertheless succeeded in commanding the
respect and obedience of his troops.

The castle of Lanjaron, situated in the vale of Lecrin, was considered a
post of the utmost consequence, not only from the strength of its
defences, but from the circumstance of being a place of secure retreat
to the Moors of the surrounding country. At this moment the fortress
was closely beleaguered by the troops under the command of the Alcayde
de los Donceles and other chiefs, who deprived the rebels of the
smallest communication with their friends of the mountains, and had thus
reduced them to an utter state of destitution.

Under these distressing circumstances, el Negro assembled his men, and
in a short but animated speech endeavoured to make them sensible of the
importance of keeping possession of Lanjaron, till the other leaders had
gained time to organise their means of defence in the Alpujarras. The
words of el Negro were received with a burst of enthusiasm, and for some
time the Moors vied with each other in giving the most heroic proofs of
courage and perseverance. As the fortress, however, was completely
surrounded, and the means of subsistence began to fail them, as a last
hope, they made a desperate sally during the night, but were driven back
with considerable loss. The failure of this attempt damped their
resolution, and some of the less courageous even murmured against an
exploit beset with difficulties, which it appeared next to an
impossibility to surmount.

El Negro beheld these symptoms of discontent with heartfelt sorrow, but
at the same time with a countenance expressive of coolness and undaunted
fortitude. He exerted his utmost endeavour to quell the rising storm,
soothing some with pleasing hopes and promises, and thundering horrible
threats on the most refractory. The following morning three grisly
heads, dripping blood, appeared affixed to poles upon the battlements;
but this salutary punishment did not produce the expected effect, for
though it appalled the discontented, it inspired not a single spark of
valour in their hearts; whilst the Christians, who beheld the ghastly
spectacle, augured favorably from this bloody proof of disaffection.

The numbers of the besieged were daily decreasing, until at length they
came to an open resolution of surrendering at discretion. The principal
men of the garrison, without the knowledge of their chief, had already
sent privately a messenger into the camp of the Spaniards to treat about
the surrender, and the conspirators had assembled in a clandestine
meeting, when el Negro, whom they supposed to be reposing from his
fatigue, suddenly came, and threw them into consternation.

"Traitors! what means this?" he cried, with a voice of thunder; "what
are your intents?"

"To capitulate," answered one more hardy than the rest, "and save our
lives by a timely submission."

"Villain!" exclaimed el Negro, fiercely, "thou at least shall not enjoy
the reward of thy cowardice!" And raising his arm, with a ponderous blow
of his scymitar, he cleaved the head of the traitor down to the very
shoulder, and the body rolled heavily on the ground. His companions
stood aghast in speechless horror, whilst el Negro, his lips curling
with ire, and casting around a glance of defiance and contempt--"Go," he
exclaimed, "go, unworthy Moors, and abandon a cause which you have not
the courage to sustain. Go, and live like slaves, since ye know not how
to die like men. Senseless, pitiful cowards! Was it for this then that
you forced me to be your leader? Was it for this that I abandoned
Granada, leaving there, at the mercy of the Christians, all my dearest
friends, and severing the tenderest ties that bind man to existence? Go,
and accept the proffered pardon. I will remain alone, to shew our
countrymen of the Alpujarras, that at Lanjaron there was at least _one_
true man--one who knew how to die in the execution of his duty."

He said, and snatching the sacred standard, ascended rapidly to the
summit of the battlements, and placed himself by the three heads, which,
from their exposure to the sun and wind, had already begun to decay, and
presented a most ghastly and loathsome spectacle. The revolted garrison
threw open the gates of the castle to their enemies, whilst el Negro,
abandoned by all his companions, continued gloomily pacing the
battlements. The Christians, respecting his resolute conduct, and
willing to save his life, sent a herald to invite him once more to
surrender, declaring he had done his duty, and death alone would be the
consequence of his further resistance. He received the message with a
sneer, in which contempt was blended with sadness and despair; then
taking the presented _adarga_,[24] the acceptation of which was a
signification of peace, he threw it disdainfully on the ground, and
trampled it under his feet.

"Carry this answer to him who sent thee!" and folding his arms, he
resumed his melancholy walk.

The Christians now took possession of the castle, and el Negro
tranquilly beheld their approach. El Alcayde de los Donceles, willing to
make a last effort to save him, cried out as he advanced--"Yield thee,
Moor--yield--and accept thy pardon."

"Never!" exclaimed fiercely el Negro; "the Moor will accept no boon from
his enemies. Death is now my only resource; but, Christians, do not
rejoice; I have been subdued by treachery, not by arms. Do not rejoice,
for our resources are still great, and while el Feri de Benastepar and
Cañeri live, your oppression shall not be complete."

He said, and with a sudden spring he hurled himself from the summit of
the tower. His body falling on a rock below, was dashed to pieces.

The surrender of Lanjaron, and the tragical end of el Negro, were an
irretrievable loss to the Moors. They now found it utterly impossible to
oppose the superior and better disciplined troops of the Christians with
any chance of success, either in open battle or in regular sieges. They
therefore resolved to limit their whole means of defence to the
mountains, a description of warfare more suitable to their wandering
habits, and far better calculated to harrass the enemy, without
sustaining risk. Accordingly, el Feri de Benastepar, Andalla, Cañeri,
and other chiefs, collected their forces, and assigned to each other a
portion of those mountains which they were at once to govern and defend.
By this means the Christians were likewise obliged to divide their army
into many divisions, and to encounter the rebels in partial struggles.
Don Alonso de Aguilar, who had succeeded in compelling el Feri to
retreat before him, now pursued his advantage, and advanced towards
Gergal, where that rebel chief was collecting his adherents.

In the mean time, Don Antonio de Leyva, whom we have left at Guadix,
condoling with Don Manuel at the flight of his daughter, was compelled
to forego his wishes to serve the afflicted father. His duty now called
him to join the army of Aguilar, and act in conjunction with him against
Cañeri and el Feri de Benastepar.

Don Antonio's party had already arrived at Guadix, and the gallant young
knight, unwilling to procrastinate his departure when the path of honor
was open to him, immediately proceeded to take leave of Monteblanco. He
found the unfortunate father plunged in deeper affliction than before.
In the society of Don Antonio he had found a source of relief, and his
departure was productive of the most melancholy sensations. But Don
Manuel felt the necessity of the separation, and he was too generous and
noble minded to signify his wish to cause any delay.

"Go, my friend, go, where honor calls you," he said, as he threw his
arms round de Leyva's neck--"Go, and show by your conduct how worthy you
are of the confidence reposed in you.--When the glory of your deeds
shall be blazoned abroad, my ungrateful child will feel a pang of regret
for the loss of a man so deserving of her affection and esteem."

Here he was overcome with grief, and could proceed no further.

"Señor," said Don Antonio, "do not yield yourself a prey to despondency;
but a short time has yet elapsed since the melancholy occurrence that
afflicts you, and you have no reason to relinquish your hopes. In all
cases be assured, Don Manuel, that you and those who concern you will
always be next my heart, and that unless death deprive me of the power,
I shall at least see your wrongs redressed, if I can bring no other

Saying this he hastily disengaged himself from the arms of Don Manuel,
and endeavouring to conceal his own emotion, gave the word of command.
He bounded lightly on his spirited barb, and the martial display of his
men, the glitter of armour, and the seductive prospect of future glory
and renown, powerfully contributed to dispel the cloud that hung over
him. Yet it was a sad parting, for there was something peculiarly
affecting in the sight of a father who, like Monteblanco, found himself
in old age isolated in the midst of the world, and bereft of the last
dear comfort that still bound him to life. Besides, in the short
interviews between Theodora and Don Antonio, both in the last visit and
at former periods, she had left a pleasing recollection in his mind.
Already the cries of those who bade the party of de Leyva farewell were
diminishing on the ear, and the turrets and steeples of Guadix became
more obscurely perceptible in the distance. The warriors began now to
assume a mastery over their feelings, and the tear of sympathy was
brightened in the glow of expectation. Courage and renown took entire
possession of those hearts which but too lately had sympathized with the
weaker and more tender sentiments of humanity.

The absence of Don Antonio was like a death-blow to the hopes of
Monteblanco. Often did he regret the infirmities of age, which now
prevented him from grasping his sword; but his arm was grown nerveless,
and for the first time in his life the helpless cavalier felt bitterly
the recollection that all his brave sons had sacrificed their lives in
the defence of their country, not one now remaining to prop the honor of
his falling house. Don Manuel was a man, and this transitory feeling of
regret was natural to a father under his affliction, who knew not to
whom to turn for consolation and advice.

Gomez Arias, who had insensibly won his favor, departed the next day
for Granada, in which quarter he had no longer any danger to apprehend.
He was anxious to assume his station in the war against the rebel Moors.
Monteblanco considered his intention not only just, but highly
commendable, and a tear coursed down the old man's cheek, as he took
leave of the seducer of his child, and the cause of his present


    D'une secrète horreur je me sens frissoner;
    Je crains, malgré moi-même, un malheur que j'ignore.


    Señor Gomez Arias
    Duelete de mi
    Que soy niña y sola
    Nunca en tal me vi.


It was a rich and splendid summer evening. The sun was slowly sinking
behind the giant mountains of the Alpujarras, whose dark fantastic
shadows were gradually lengthening along the plains below. No intruding
sound broke upon the soft stillness of the scene, save when the
feathered tenants of the forest warbled their evening song, or the
tolling of a distant convent bell reverberated through the sombre
recesses of the mountains. A soft languor prevailed over the sylvan
scenery. The fancifully wreathing clouds, streaked with the red and
gold of the lingering sun--the variegated tints of those quiet
solitudes--the warm, chequered streams of light that glanced on the
broad-leafed tree, or fitfully quivered over the straggling
streamlet--the calm repose which reigned over that wide extending
landscape, all tended to raise the mind to contemplation, and to
interest the heart.

At this tranquil hour, a group, consisting of three persons, were seen
slowly ascending a green sloping height, which seemed designed by nature
as a first resting place in the severe ascent of the gigantic mountain.
The first of the party was a knight of most gallant bearing, and mounted
on a shining black steed. Close by his side rode a beautiful damsel,
whose long redundant tresses were with difficulty restrained in a fillet
of silver lace. She wore a long riding habit; a Spanish hat, ornamented
with a plume of black feathers, was hanging gracefully on one side of
her head. Having thrown aside the thick veil which had protected her
from the scorching influence of the sun, she discovered a fair
countenance, to whose delicate cheek the heat and exercise had lent a
gentle tinge of the rose. Yet an expression of pensive sadness pervaded
the features of the lovely traveller.

At a short distance behind these two personages, rode a man who appeared
by his dress and deportment to be their attendant. He sat with perfect
nonchalance on a stout Andalusian horse, but by the looks of suspicious
alertness, which he now and then cast around, it might be inferred that
this apparent ease was not in strict unison with his inward feelings. At
the moment of which we speak, he was singing in a _mezzo tuono_ the
romance of the Marriage of the Cid--

    A Ximena y a Rodrigo
    Prendió el rey palabraymano
    De juntarlos para en uno
    En presencia de Layn Calvo.

"Cease thy confounded noise, Roque," cried angrily the knight, who, as
the reader may suppose, was no other than Gomez Arias. "What in the
name of Satan can induce thee to sing, when thou hast neither voice nor
ear? Give over, for thy confounded harmony is anything but pleasing."

"Señor," observed the attendant; "what if I only sing to please myself?"

"Silence, buffoon; or I shall presently raise a discord about thee, by
which all thy future powers of hearing shall be ruefully endangered."

"Pray, Señor, do not deny me this only comfort; I wish particularly to
sing at this moment."

"Thy reasons?"

"Because I always sing when I am afraid; there is nothing so efficacious
as a song to drive away fear."

"In sooth, such singing as thine would drive away the very devil. But
why shouldst thou fear?"

"Under favor, Don Lope," replied the valet, "methinks fear ought to be
the most natural sensation at the present moment."

"Darest thou talk of fear, poltroon!" said Gomez Arias.

"By our Lady of the Pillar," ejaculated Roque, "such talk befits both
time and place. Are we not in hourly danger of encountering a set of
most fierce murderous-looking _ladrones_?"[25]

"Well, and if that were really the case, we have but to defend ourselves
manfully. By the soul of the Cid, I would make very light work of a host
of such ruffians."

"Well, my honored master," returned the valet, "but be pleased to
consider that this is not our only danger, for I trow we are now in the
mountains of Alpujarras, where those accursed and rebellious Moors hold
dominion. A plague on the infidel dogs! Are they not continually on the
watch to spring upon straggling and unwary Christians, and when they do
surprise them--"

"Peace, fool, peace!" impatiently interrupted Gomez Arias, "This is not
the Alpujarras. Forgettest thou that when we left Guadix two days
since, we pursued quite a different route?"

"That I know, Don Lope, but I likewise know that during the night,
either by chance or on purpose, we lost our way. Besides I am not so
ignorant of the country as to mistake these places, and I would wager my
head against two _maravedis_[26] that we are actually ascending the

The young lady, who had till now observed a profound silence, with a
faultering voice exclaimed--"Oh, heavens! are we really in those
terrible mountains, and are we indeed in danger?"

"No, my love," answered Gomez Arias; "the danger is not so great as this
fool would make us believe."

"No, my lady," retorted Roque; "the danger is not so great, for after
all, the worst that can befall us is but to be hung upon a tree, there
to dance to the tune of the whistling midnight wind, and to afford a
luscious repast to the ravens, and other carnivorous gentry that hold
tenantry in these wild passes."

"Heavens!" cried Theodora alarmed.

"Nay, gentle lady," interposed Roque, "the hanging system will only be
followed up with respect to my valiant master and his humble servant. As
for yourself, the Moors are men celebrated for their gallantry, and
would place too great a value on your beauty, to subject it to such
rough treatment."

Gomez Arias, greatly exasperated at Roque's insinuations, suddenly
turned, and, riding up to him, interrupted the course of his oratory
with a smart blow.--"Now, rascal," he said, "if thou darest again to
give utterance to any of those ridiculous fears, by _Santiago_, the
Moors shall not be put to the trouble of hanging thee--So be cautious
what thou sayest."

"Say!" humbly muttered the valet, "Blessed Virgin! I have nothing else
to say; your arguments, Don Lope, are unanswerable. But I hope, my good
Señor, I may be allowed to recite my prayers, since singing and rational
conversation are interdicted."

"Pray as much as thou pleasest, sinner, provided thy orisons are
inaudible to us."

Gomez Arias now endeavoured to calm the fears of Theodora, who had been
greatly agitated by the imprudent remarks of Roque, which tended
considerably to increase the depression under which she laboured.

"My Theodora," he said, "is it possible that I cannot remove the
continued dejection that preys upon you?"

"Forgive me, Lope," she answered; "the expression of my grief I know is
painful to thee, but a dismal foreboding obtrudes itself upon my mind,
which I strive in vain to banish. Alas! it is fraught with a most
fearful, but indefinite anticipation; a woeful presage that freezes my
very soul."

"Hush such foolish chimeras," said Gomez Arias; "it is true that, for
greater security of avoiding observation, I have been obliged to seek
studiously the most unfrequented paths, and travel through these wild
and solitary passes; but our journey draws to a conclusion, and all the
appalling images of Moorish ruffians will soon be entirely dispelled."

"Alas! the dreaded sight of those infidels is not the only cause of my
emotion," sadly replied Theodora.

"What else can occasion it?" demanded Gomez Arias, with anxiety.
"Surely, my Theodora repents not the hour she intrusted herself to the
protection of Gomez Arias?"

She spoke not for some time;--a flood of tears relieved her bursting
bosom: then, as if struggling to collect her forces which were almost
overpowered by sad recollections, she exclaimed--"Oh! never mention the
hour of my crime--for crime it was, and a deadly sin, to abandon the
best of parents, in his old age; and yet," she added, sobbing,
"conscious as I am of my guilt, were the sin again to be committed, for
thy sake, Lope, I should again brave the voice of self-reproach.--Gomez
Arias, wert thou to read the hidden pages of my heart, there thou
wouldst find a tale of boundless love and never-ending sorrow, which no
words of mine can describe, but which must embitter the future portion
of my existence, unless we speedily obtain the forgiveness of my injured

"Nay, Theodora, this weakness is as unreasonable as it is unjust; nor
can I at all imagine why thy future life should be embittered with
grief, united as it is with the very being of Gomez Arias."

"I am sensible," cried Theodora, "both of the tenderness and sincerity
of your love, and you know full well with what fervent devotion it is

"What, then, can urge your mind to form such desponding anticipations?
Have you seen aught in my conduct,--have you discerned anything in my
words, that can afford even the shadow of justice to your

"No, Gomez Arias," she answered; "your conduct to me has always been
kind; your words breathing the same solicitude for my comfort and
happiness: but you must forgive the weakness and fears of a fond woman's
heart. Forgive me, Lope, if these feelings should sometimes create ideas
galling at once to my peace, and derogatory to thy constancy and love. I
have laboured hard to subdue them, but, alas! the exertion has
constantly proved above my strength; I must give them utterance. Oh,
Lope," she added; mournfully, "I fear you are not the same. Pardon
me,--you are not the same, as when I first surrendered to you all my
affections, fondly imagining you were mine for ever."

"Not the same!" ejaculated Gomez Arias; "have my attentions been less
constant than from the first rapturous moment when you allowed me to
call you my own?"

A deep long rending sigh burst from the bosom of Theodora, and her whole
frame seemed to suffer from a painful recollection.

"No," she said, smiling sadly through her tears, "you watch with
solicitude over me, and you are lavish of endearments; but, alas! the
pure and soul-warm part of your affection I fear is flown."

"By my honor," said Gomez Arias, "I could never have expected these
unkind expressions from you."

"Oh! Lope," cried the affrighted girl; "do not heed me; think not of the
remarks to which my foolish fears give rise; I am ashamed of them
myself. I will no more disturb your mind; no, never more shall the
voice of complaint sound in your ears, and call forth the resentment of
your wounded feelings.--Ah! Gomez Arias, compose yourself, and be not
angry with your poor--your helpless Theodora."

As she uttered this affectionate appeal, her beautiful eyes were fixed
on Don Lope, with an expression in which all the tender, all the genuine
feelings of her heart seemed to be collected. Gomez Arias was softened;
his features relaxed from that sudden asperity which had for a moment
usurped the more habitual complacency of his countenance, and he
endeavoured to dispel from the mind of Theodora the impression which
such unkindness might produce.

They had now arrived at the summit of the little hill. It was a most
delightful spot. A sward of short pliant grass carpeted a romantic
little plain, skirted on one side by a portion of a forest, through
which the sun cast short and interrupted glances of his parting
splendour. Above the heads of the travellers, rose in dark grandeur the
majestic form of the Alpujarras; and beneath them, as far as the eye
could reach, was spread an extensive range of sylvan scenery,
intermingled with the habitations of men. Farther, the little quiet
villages lay slumbering in the soft blue shadows. The whole of the scene
was wrapped in an indescribable charm, that well accorded with the
tranquillity of the hour.

Here they halted, and Gomez Arias turning to Theodora said in an
affectionate tone, "My love, your tender frame has already endured a
greater share of fatigue than becomes your strength. Let us then, in
this delightful and sequestered spot, indulge an hour in refreshing and
invigorating repose."

Theodora assented in silence.

"Nay," continued Don Lope, "consult your inclination. I will not press
you to rest, unless you feel its necessity."

"I have no wish but your own," cheerfully answered Theodora; "you appear
inclined to stay in this place--let us tarry then."

Gomez Arias sprung lightly from his steed, and aided his fair companion
to dismount. She threw herself into his arms, but as her feet touched
the ground, she heaved a sigh, and cast a melancholy look around her.

"How you tremble, my love," said Don Lope; "this is the consequence of
that rascally Roque's foolery. I have a good mind to chastise the fellow
for the fears he has conjured in your breast."

Roque, who had followed at some distance in silent mood, no sooner heard
his name pronounced, than he pricked up his ears like an intelligent dog
on the scent for game, and when he heard his master's kind intentions
towards him, he ventured to observe--

"Señor, I would not trespass on your generosity; pray reserve your
intended favor for a future occasion, when I shall have more specially
deserved it."

"Sirrah! be silent; come down, and tie the horses to yonder trees."

The valet obeyed briskly; while Gomez Arias conducted his fair companion
to the entrance of the wood; where, arranging a couch under the
spreading arms of a huge oak, he invited her to lie down and rest. She
was about to accede to his invitation, when they were startled by a
shrill and discordant sound accompanied with a heavy flapping of wings,
and presently a flight of dull ill-omened ravens issued from their
solitary abodes, and hovered about, as if to dispute the possession of
their ancient homes with the intruders.

A fitful and involuntary shudder ran cold over the affrighted girl, as
with a wild and appalled look she gazed on the recluse birds, which
their arrival had disturbed; she clung eagerly to Gomez Arias, as they
both sat down on the spot above-mentioned.

"What ails you, Theodora?" demanded Don Lope. "Is it possible that a few
ravens can inspire with childish terrors a mind like yours?"

Theodora acknowledged her foolish weakness, but she was far from feeling
tranquil and consoled. Indeed when she perceived Roque, with visible
alarm, cross himself fervently three times, it added to the excitement
of her feverish imagination.

Owls, ravens and bats, have always had an indisputable privilege to
excite superstitious fears. Whence they derive this particular claim, it
would be difficult to determine, but they are generally considered the
harbingers of some dismal event, which is more properly, after all, the
result of an over-heated fancy.

Theodora, who since she left the paternal roof had been a prey to that
fixed sorrow which the intoxicating transports of love had not been able
to subdue, now contemplated, in the gloomy croaking of the ravens, the
sad presage of some dire misfortune. She reclined silently with downcast
eyes, while Roque was busy in fastening the horses.

"Gently, gently, Babieca," said the valet, caressing the spirited steed
of his master; then he muttered to himself--"for we have nothing to fear
if we escape safe and sound from this place--So help me God if I did
not count thirteen ravens, as ill-omened in every respect of size, color
and voice, as a Christian might wish to behold--Well, our _Lady de las
Angustias_ send us her grace and protection!"

"What art thou muttering there?" asked Gomez Arias. "Thou graceless
varlet, hast thou a wish that I should fulfil the promise I made thee a
short time since?"

"Señor?" inquired Roque, pretending not to hear.

"No dissembling, thou dog!--What art thou mumbling to thyself?"

"Save you, kind master; sure enough I am only praying, and in so doing I
infringe not your commands, since I have your permission to pray to my
soul's content, provided it is in a tacit capuchin-like manner."

The ravens having practised their cumbrous evolutions, now sought their
rest amidst the deeper gloom of the forest, and all again was hushed, to
the great relief of Roque, who forthwith began to devour alone the
provisions which, like a careful and sagacious forager, he had provided
against the necessities of the journey.

Theodora had laid aside her hat and veil, to enjoy the luxury of repose
with greater convenience, whilst her lover placing himself near her, and
watching her every movement, diffused by his tender anxiety a transient
joy over her features. She soon insensibly sunk into that sweet state of
languor which precedes sleep--her beautiful eyes by fits now entirely
closing, now gently opening, indicated the gradual absorption of her
senses, till at last she fell into a profound slumber. Gomez Arias, who
as we have observed stood watching her, like the tender mother over her
beloved daughter, now knelt close by her side, and softly pronounced her
name--she answered not--he took her yielding hand, gazed over her
anxiously, till he was perfectly assured that a profound sleep had
completely overpowered her faculties.

"Señor," quoth Roque, "methinks it would be a pity to disturb the
slumbers of the poor lady after the journey she has undergone."

"I do not mean to interrupt her rest," said Gomez Arias, in a low voice,
"so we must even retire."

Then he rose up with cautious silence, and drawing near his valet, he

"Rise, rise quickly, and make no noise."

Roque obeyed, and both having retreated to some distance--"Señor,"
observed the valet, who cared not again to disturb the ominous ravens,
for which he felt an instinctive horror--"Señor, no necessity for
retiring further."

"Yes there is an imperious one," replied Gomez Arias, "I can no longer
remain here."

"What say you, my honored master!" demanded Roque, alarmed; "surely you
are not afraid of the Moors? By my conscience, we should come to a
pretty pass if such were really the case."

"Peace, thou wretch!" said Don Lope; "speak not a word, but immediately
untie my horse, and as you expect to live, mind you make not noise
enough to disturb even the leaf of the tree."

"Señor, I do not understand," quoth the bewildered Roque.

"I must begone," impatiently replied his master.

"Gone, Sir! Why I understood you had determined not to break our young
lady's repose."

"Nor is that my intention. She must remain here with thee, till I am out
of sight."

"_Cuerpo de Christo!_ What ails you my dear Señor; what ails you, in the
name of _San Jose bendito_?" exclaimed the astounded Roque, who really
imagined his master was beside himself.

"Listen, Roque," said Gomez Arias, "and mind thou religiously observest
my instructions. Unavoidable circumstances require that I and Theodora
should part; I have been seeking an opportunity of so doing, and
assuredly I shall not find a better than the present. It is necessary I
should return to Granada immediately, and it would be highly imprudent
to hazard the chance of being seen with Theodora, for reasons of which
thou must be well aware. A separation, therefore, becomes at this
moment indispensable. When I am gone, thou shalt awaken yon sleeping
beauty, and accompany her thyself to the said city, where I shall
precede you in order to make arrangements for her reception. There is a
nunnery, of which my cousin Ursula is the Lady Abbess, where she shall
for the present find an asylum. Thou hast only to inform Theodora, that
I thought it most advisable to ride in advance to prepare our retreat.
Upon thy arrival at the _Torre del Aceytuno_ a man will join thee, to
whom thou must look for further instruction, and whose direction thou
art to follow with confidence. Thy reward shall be proportioned to the
magnitude of the service; so now get me my horse, and let me begone ere
she awake."

Roque remained thunderstruck as his master revealed to him his cruel
intentions; the poor fellow drew his hand across his eyes, as if to
ascertain whether or no he was under the delusion of a dream; but as his
master in a more imperative voice repeated his injunctions, the reality
of his barbarous purpose burst upon his mind.

"No, no, Don Lope," he said in a supplicating tone, "such surely cannot
be your intentions; abandon the poor girl! no, you only wish to trifle
with my credulity."

"I must begone," resolutely retorted Gomez Arias.

"Why, Sir, assuredly you loved her?"

"I loved her once, but that is passed."

"_Holy Virgin del tremedal!_ What say you, Señor? What has the poor lady
done? How has she offended you, unless it be in loving you too well?"

"Aye, Roque, thou art a shrewd fellow; she has indeed loved me too

"But consider, my honored master, she is more like an angel than a
woman; never before did I see a being so kind, so tender and devoted."

"Roque, Roque, be not sententious; I have no time to listen to thy
sentimental cant; the qualities which thou praisest in Theodora are
precisely those that withdraw me from her.--Haste thee, I say--What is
the fool staring at?"

"But, Señor Don Lope Gomez Arias," solemnly said Roque, "consider that
common humanity----"

"Humanity!" interrupted his master, "how am I deficient in humanity,
when I place her in the only situation that becomes her, since a
marriage between us is utterly impossible. But enough; a truce with your
remarks; prepare to obey my orders, and take care thou art strict in
their observance as thou valuest my regard, or tremblest at the effects
of my wrath and indignation. However, to remove thy ridiculous and
ill-timed scruples, I must recall to thy mind that I cannot pursue
another course, for thou art aware that I am betrothed to Leonor; I must
not violate the sanctity of my promise, and thereby lose the favor of
the Queen, and incur the resentment of the justly offended Don Alonso de

This last observation somewhat reconciled Roque to the necessity of the
measure, the more so as he hoped that, when at Granada, another plan
might be devised for Theodora, besides that of conventual reclusion; and
finally, as he knew that all further expostulation would be thrown away
upon his master, he prudently contented himself with shrugging up his
shoulders, and holding the stirrup for Don Lope to mount.

Gomez Arias briskly leaped upon his horse, and was about to depart, when
casting a last look on the victim he was deserting, the better feelings
of his heart seemed for a moment to struggle for predominance.

There is something peculiarly interesting in the sleep of a young and
beautiful woman; the features unruffled by anxiety or care, appear more
soft and attractive. The mind of the gazer scans with nicer accuracy her
charms, and dwells with fonder attention on each beauty of the lovely
sleeper. Besides the consciousness of so gentle, so helpless and so
heavenly a form, sleeping in innocent security, confiding in the
protection of man, and that very helplessness of her nature, awakens a
sentiment of sympathy and tenderness, as undefinable as it is thrilling
and transporting. And such was the sleep of Theodora: she was young and
replete with charms, and, alas! but too helpless and in need of
protection. Her beauteous form was displayed to the greatest advantage;
the sportive breeze now playing amidst her luxuriant hair, which
occasionally concealed a countenance beaming in loveliness, and hushed
in soft repose, imparted a degree of fairy grace and delicate freshness
to her charms. One of her arms was carelessly thrown over her, and with
the other she supported her head, while, unconscious of the fate with
which she was threatened, she slept on in security. And now a tinge of
animation illumined her countenance, or a fascinating smile played upon
her lips, as she dreamed perhaps, like the fond deserted Ariadné, that
her godlike lover was still watching over the slumbers of his beloved.

Gomez Arias still gazed on her--he heard his name in smothered accents
escape her tender bosom, but it awakened in him no feeling of delight,
for his heart had now resumed its cold calculations of worldly pursuits;
perhaps the predominant sentiment of his mind at this moment, was the
necessity of immediate departure, lest the imagination of the
unconscious victim should master the deluded senses, and call them back
to life, before he had time to remove from the spot.

"Lope! my love!" murmured Theodora, and a gentle thrill seemed to
agitate her, as she extended her arm, as though she would assure him
that whether sleeping or awake, Gomez Arias was the object that
predominated over all her thoughts and affections. Yet Gomez Arias stood
calmly for a moment by the victim he was deserting, and bidding her a
long farewell, rode slowly and silently on his way.


               El honor
    Es un fantasma aparante,
    Que no esta' en que yo lo tenga,
    Sino en que el otro lo piense.


    Honor's a fine imaginary notion.


Honor! thou dazzling and wayward deity, how boundless is thy dominion!
How widely different the nature and pretensions of thy worshippers! All
do thee homage; all gladly and proudly profess themselves thy votaries;
all would resent the supposition of being heretical to thy creed, and
yet how few truly adhere to the purity of thy precepts! How few are
sincere in the expression of their adoration!--nay, how limited the
number of those who really understand the essence of thy doctrine! The
sanguinary ruffian considers himself as zealous in the service of honor,
as the high minded and courageous man who has a sword to avenge the
wrongs of his country, and a heart to sympathise with the picture of
human misery. All are swayed by the magic word, Honor; for even those
who affect to despise virtue, her attractions being of too humble and
plebeian a character, nevertheless pretend to revere the name of
_honor_, as conveying an idea more bright and consonant with worldly
pomp, and at the same time affording a greater latitude for various
interpretations. Alas! this very vagueness has something more flattering
to deluded mortals, than the strict and definite term, the more heroic
nature of virtue.

Honor was the idol of Gomez Arias, who appeared one of the most
scrupulous in the observance of its tenets; he could not brook a word, a
glance, a smile which might seem derogatory to the essence of its
established maxims. Again, his word was sacred and inviolable. The
least equivocation in his promise to man might sully him with an
indelible stain; but then he would calmly and deliberately, without
transgressing his honor, employ all his guile to deceive a weak and
unprotected female. Honor would compel him to acquit the debt of the
gaming table, even when he was almost justified in impeaching the
integrity of the creditor, but as a counterpoise, that same honor,
without any dereliction of principle, allowed him to turn a deaf ear to
the claims of more humble suitors; claims, certainly more just and
sacred, but far less _honorable_.

The rigid adherence of Don Lope to his word, was fully exemplified in
the convenient recollection of his engagement to Leonor de Aguilar. He
had pledged his faith to that lady, and had undoubtedly been a little
too remiss in its fulfilment, but now that he had nothing more to hope
from Theodora, he was alive to the sacredness of his promise, and the
almost dishonorable nature of any delay.

It was by this and the like sophistical reasonings, that he endeavored
to palliate his ingratitude and cruelty towards the hapless victim of
his lawless desires; for hardened as he was in his libertinism, and
unjust as were his sentiments with regard to women, he could not avoid
feeling a pang of conscious remorse at the recollection of Theodora. He
had systematically won the confidence of an unsuspecting girl, and when
she had intrusted him with her heart's best affections, how was the
trust requited? He had despoiled her of her innocence and peace of mind;
seduced her from her home; snatched her from the arms of an indulgent
parent, and now abandoned her, degraded in her own estimation, and a
prey to all the bitterest pangs of shame and remorse, and disappointed
love. He had laid rude hands on the tender flower in its opening bloom,
and prematurely sipped the sweetness from the blossom, and then
unpitying he had cast it by, neglected and forlorn.

It required all the brilliant anticipations of Don Lope's future career,
to stifle the unpleasant reflections that crowded upon his imagination,
and he endeavoured for some time wholly to dispel such unwelcome ideas,
by courting others of a more agreeable nature.

The image of Leonor de Aguilar stood before his sight in all the charms
of ripened beauty, surrounded with the dazzling splendors of rank,
fortune, and a glorious name. Gomez Arias perceived the advantages of
his alliance with Leonor, and the wildest dreams of ambition danced in
rapid succession before his mind. He beheld himself the envied possessor
of the first lady of the land, the near relative of its most respected
warrior, and the honorable expectant of the highest preferment. His
pride would be gratified, and his fondest desires realized. He held the
cup of happiness to his lips, filled even to the brim; he was
bewildered, intoxicated with the sweet beverage, and in the flow of
pleasurable expectations, the thought of _her_ whom he had made wretched
for ever, was soon completely lost.

Alas! the anticipation of the future will always thus overpower the
recollection of the past; beauty, honors, glory, and their sparkling
attendants, were fearful odds against the love, the solitary love, of a
fond and innocent girl--a love which had nothing more to promise,
nothing more to bestow. But to return:

No sooner had Gomez Arias quitted the place, than Roque, struck by the
decision and promptitude of his master, stood silent and motionless,
gazing on the unfortunate and deserted fair. She was tranquilly
sleeping; dreaming perhaps of love and joy, and Roque hesitated to
shorten the sweet illusion by making known to her the dismal reality. He
felt an unconquerable repugnance to be the messenger of such fearful
intelligence; for though the valet was accustomed to the unprincipled
vagaries of his master, he was not entirely divested of humanity, and he
could not but commiserate the utter wretchedness of Theodora's lot.

But now the soft rays of evening were deepening into twilight; darker
shadows stole imperceptibly over the various-tinted and drowsy
landscape, till at last all was enveloped in one calm uninterrupted blue
of night.

The superstitious fears of Roque, as he saw the gloom increasing around,
overcame his feelings of compassion, and he began to think of awakening
Theodora, when the hollow sound of a horn burst suddenly upon his ear,
and momentarily rivetted him to the spot. He looked towards the quarter
from whence the blast proceeded, and with surprise and terror he beheld,
at a short distance above his head, two men, who, as well as he could
distinguish, were arrayed in Moorish attire; presently three or four
others made their appearance, and Roque, now dead to all other
sensations than those of personal danger, sprung eagerly upon his horse,
and fled with the utmost precipitation in the direction that his master
had taken.

The Moors, for such they were, saw his flight with savage
disappointment; but Roque having the advantage of a horse to facilitate
his escape, they considered that a pursuit would be useless. They left
him, therefore, hoping that his capture would be made by some other of
the straggling parties that patrolled those solitudes.

"The base Christian escapes," said one, who appeared to be the leader.

"Yes, Malique," answered another, "but let us look what he leaves

"By the Prophet's sacred beard," cried Malique, "it bears very much the
resemblance of a woman. But she moves not.--What, is she dead? The
detested ruffian surely has not murdered her. Let us hasten down and
ascertain the truth."

They rapidly descended from the height, and surrounded the unhappy
Theodora, who, quite overcome with fatigue, was still sleeping.

"She is not dead; she is only asleep," quoth one.

"And a pleasant apartment has she chosen for her chamber," cried

"She is a lovely lady, and gentle handmaids will she have to awaken her
withal," observed Malique. "Soft and fair as one of the Houris promised
to the faithful in paradise. By the holy sepulchre of Mecca, such a
morsel as this would not be disagreeable even to the fastidious palate
of our chief Cañeri."

He approached, and for a moment stood gazing over the sleeping beauty,
his eyes glistening with savage pleasure; then pulling her gently by the

"Awake, fair maiden, awake!" he said, in as soothing a tone as the
roughness of his nature would permit.

With a fitful start Theodora awoke. She opened her eyes. Oh, horror!
horror! Surely she was labouring under the impression of a fearful
delusion. Yes, it must be the wild chimera of her feverish fancy. She
saw herself surrounded by a band of appalling figures, each seeming to
vie with his fellow who should display in his appearance the greatest

The pale moon that now slowly arose from behind the clouds, threw
around streams of chilling, unearthly light, which served to illumine
countenances still more chilling and unearthly. Strange black eyes,
wildly rolling under their darksome covering, were all intensely gazing
on her; and horrid grins, which were peculiar to those features, served
to increase the natural ferocity of their ruffian aspect. Poorly attired
they were,--outcast and rebellious spirits, who had the caverns of the
forest for their resting place, and the wild mountain for their country.
The tranquil recklessness of their wandering life was depicted in all
their movements; and the cold expression of their bronzed features
betokened a hardihood in the commission of crime, and in the unwearied
pursuit of vengeance.

"Fair Christian, be not afraid," said Malique; "we will not harm thee."

Theodora looked at the speaker and closed her eyes, as if unable to
endure the sight. Words coming from so terrible a source could convey no
confidence; and kindness and assurances of safety, offered by such a
being, seemed a refinement of cruelty, to render dishonor and death
more poignant. A broad face, of swarthy complexion, was rendered
frightful by an enormous mouth, where large white projecting teeth
seemed to be placed more to disfigure than to adorn it. A large scar
extended across the face, dividing the eyebrows, and adding new terrors
to that already repulsive physiognomy.

When Theodora recovered a little from her first emotion, she became a
prey to the most harrowing recollections. Alas! her reason seemed to
return only to augment the poignancy of her distress.

"My love! my own Lope!" she franticly cried, "where art thou? Come, come
and protect thy poor Theodora!"

The hardened Moors raised a laugh at those piteous exclamations, whilst
Malique observed--

"Nay, lady, if that same Lope be thy husband, or lover, call him not;
for I presume he is not within ear-shot, and can afford thee no
assistance; so be composed, and yield submissively to thy fate, since
there is no other alternative left thee."

Theodora heeded him not, for she was absorbed in the ideas that crowded
upon her mind. Terrible was the sight of those mountain ruffians, and
horrid was the anticipation of her destiny, yet only one melancholy,
heart-rending misfortune occupied her every feeling. She was alive to
one only calamity, but in that, alas! all the horrors with which fate
could overwhelm her were at once combined. She saw _him_ not--the man of
her heart--her last protector, and the single link that bound her to
existence. Gomez Arias was not by her side; had he abandoned her? She
could not harbour such a thought in her innocent bosom,--nay, not even
in a transitory flash, was the dreadful truth revealed to her. She was
at least blessed in this ignorance, but yet Gomez Arias was not present.
She thought that her lover had been murdered, but not that he had
abandoned her.

Malique now made a sign, and one of his companions untied the horse
which had been left behind.

"Come, fair maiden," he then said, addressing Theodora, "thou must mount
and follow us."

"Follow you! Oh! heavens, have pity on me!"

"We do pity thee, lady, for we intend to carry thee to a place of
safety, where, if thou knowest how to use to advantage the attractions
of which nature has been so prodigal to thee, thou mayest perchance
experience a lot far more fortunate than a Christian captive has a right
to expect when in the power of the oppressed and injured Moors."

"Alas! where do you lead me?" again tremblingly demanded Theodora.

"Even to our chief Cañeri; and we can promise thee that if thy charms
are such as to insure his affections, thou wilt be honored with his
choice, and perhaps rank foremost amongst his wives."

"Oh! horror," cried the wretched girl, in frantic agony. "Kill me, oh!
in pity kill me, before I am overwhelmed with such degradation."

She threw herself on the ground, and fearfully clasped the knees of the
ferocious Moor.

"Kill thee!" re-echoed Malique; "no, no, thou art too beauteous, too
lovely. Thy grief at present for the death of the man thou bewailest,
makes thee call for a fate which some time hence thou wilt thank me to
have spared thee: with Cañeri thou wilt learn to forget the lover thou
deplorest, for thou wilt find that a Moor can love even more sincerely
than a Christian."

Theodora entreated in vain. Deaf to her piercing cries, Malique mounted
her palfrey, and forcibly placed her before him to prevent her falling,
as her frame shook convulsively, and he began to fear he would shortly
have to support a lifeless burthen.

Night's sable pall had now overspread the drowsy earth. The moon no
longer afforded her light, and thick darkness hung over those mournful
solitudes. The listless silence was only broken by the tramp of one
solitary horse; while the suppressed gaiety of the Moors, and the deep
sighs that oft escaped from a sorrowing heart, but too plainly told the
tale of violence and distress.

A calm cold tranquillity presided over the place. The screech-owl gave
one gloomy shrill and prolonged note, and all was still again. But that
sound went thrilling to Theodora's heart, like the death-knell on the
mountain blast; while the night wind blew fearfully, and the dismal
howling was rehearsed by the echoes of the wilderness.

But deserted and lonely as were those dark recesses, more lonely and
deserted still was the heart of Theodora. She was a wretched outcast, a
solitary being in the world, and she lived on memory alone. Alas! it is
in the hour of distress and perilous adventure, that the voice of memory
holds more busy converse with the mind. She then tells a long and varied
tale, in which the fortunate portion of our past existence is powerfully
heightened, whilst the gloomy part is rendered lighter by the weight of
actual endurance. In this hour of terror, the remembrance of the happy
home which she should never see again, and the tranquil pastimes of
innocence which she could never more enjoy, passed in rapid succession
before her mind. The first dawning of genuine love--the fervour of
adoration, all were fled. The image of Don Lope, rendered still more
endearing by his untimely loss, filled up the measure of Theodora's woe,
till her heart could no longer support the pressure of so much distress.
She sobbed aloud; and the tears which fell from her eyes in some measure
relieved her bursting heart. She looked around, and saw nothing but the
undisturbed continuance of wild solitudes, clothed in dark shadows; and
she heard nought but mournful sounds to add to the wretchedness of her
already deplorable lot. The ill-omened bird again shrieked, and the wind
howled fitfully; whilst the moon, issuing from behind a cloud, now threw
a cold comfortless light, which imparted a death-like hue to every
object around.

While thus overwhelmed with sensations of terror at her forlorn
situation, she perceived some object of dark appearance hanging upon a
tree almost across their path, and waving to and fro at the will of the
blast. A glimpse of moonlight now falling upon the place, discovered a
human figure: it was indeed the body of a murdered man. Theodora
shuddered at the sight: an icy chill crept over her, and she dreaded,
and yet was eager to learn what she, alas! too well anticipated.

"The sight appears to unnerve you, lady," coolly observed her conductor,
"and I wonder not, for it is a sorry sight for a tender female, and a
Christian withal. Yonder scarecrow was, a short time since, a Christian
knight, and is there placed as a warning to his fellow-countrymen how
they dare provoke the angry lion in his dominions. In each Moor will the
Christian encounter a lion;--nay, something even more terrible than the
king of beasts; for, joined with the mighty strength and fierce
resolution of this animal, we have the reason and wounded feelings of

"By the prophet," said one of the Moors, "that Christian well deserved
his fate; a more desperate man never did I see!"

"Aye," continued another, "he fought bravely, and we bought his life at
the dear price of two comrades."

"I came not till he was dispatched," exclaimed Malique in a haughty
tone, "otherwise the combat would not have been long dubious; but you
are a cowardly set, and had the Christian been seconded, I suspect that
the five who attacked him would have been disgracefully driven back: but
he fought alone, his dastardly servant having fled. Pity we could not
catch the rascal, for he would have made a proper accompaniment to his
master on the next tree."

Theodora listened in frozen suspense, whilst another of the Moors
observed, in an under-tone,--

"'Twas unfortunate though, that love should have brought about his
death: in his last moment he said something concerning love; and who
knows but this young maiden"--

Theodora heard no more,--she uttered a faint smothered scream, and fell
lifeless into the arms of Malique.

"Give help! give help! she faints! poor damsel--Get some water from the

They halted a moment, and sprinkling the reviving liquid over Theodora's
face, succeeded in recalling her back to life. Malique then endeavoured
to administer words of comfort to the distressed girl, but he was
utterly unsuccessful; a settled gloom pervaded her soul, and she
discarded the very idea of consolation. Thus they continued to travel
during the night, till the first gleams of the dawning day brought to
their view the outline of a village enveloped in the morning mist.--As
they gently advanced, the scene enlarged, and the shade gradually
rolling off, a little quiet town became at length perceptible, shining
in the first rays of the sun, and fresh with silvery drops of the dew.
The sombre aspect of the Alpujarras began to lose its sterner frown in
the loveliness and animation of the morning hour. But alas! it brought
no comfort to the desponding heart of Theodora. Deep and poignant as her
sorrows were, she felt conscious that a yet more dreadful fate awaited
her; she was about to be offered a victim to the lawless desires of a
ruffian, and an infidel. Death alone could release her from so
degrading a destiny; but even death, that last melancholy consolation,
was denied to her. She prayed fervently to heaven, and her
supplications, pronounced in the sincerity of her heart, served only to
console her. No help came: eagerly she cast her eyes around, and clung
with fond endearment to the wildest hopes that ever fancy created.--She
hailed with a fluttering expectation the least sound, for in it she was
willing to fancy a deliverer. The distant tramp of a horse, or the bark
of a dog, failed not to raise hopes which tended only to render her
distress more poignant by disappointment.

Her mind, worn out in this conflict, began to lose its powers of
consciousness, and as they approached the town, she gradually fell into
a state of passive despair. She saw without emotion a group of men
standing at the entrance, who, in conjunction with some ragged children,
as soon as she was perceived, raised an exulting shout.

A Christian captive! a Christian captive!--And presently three or four
armed Moors came forward, to whom Malique related his adventure. They
then proceeded altogether through the principal street of the town of
Alhacen, which was at that time the headquarters of the Moors, who fell
within the jurisdiction of the rebel chief Cañeri. The town presented a
most dismal and disconsolate aspect; the inhabitants bearing in their
appearance a proof of their miserable wandering life, and seeming all
prepared to abandon their precarious tenements at the first summons.
Indeed the late losses which they had sustained, and more especially the
surrender of Lanjaron, contributed, to keep them in a state of continual
alarm. This feeling was considerably augmented by the intelligence they
had just now received, that Alonso de Aguilar, the most renowned and the
most redoubtable of their enemies, was rapidly advancing against El Feri
de Benastepar. However, as they had nothing to lose,--no riches to
abandon--no pleasures to relinquish--no comforts to forget, the
expression of their countenances exhibited a cold resignation, blended
with gloomy ferocity.

The party that conducted Theodora having traversed the town, stopt at
its extremity, before a house which appeared somewhat in better order
than the rest, in front of which several armed Moors were pacing to and

Malique demanded an immediate interview with Cañeri, which was denied
him on the plea that the chief was at the moment deeply engaged in a
conference with the most important amongst the Moors. Soon after,
however, a short broad-faced ugly fellow made his appearance, and with
demonstrations of joy welcomed Malique, who was his kinsman.

"By our holy prophet, Malique, I am glad to see thee return with such a
goodly sport:--Cañeri is not to be interrupted now, but thou mayest be
sure of a good reward."

Aboukar, for such was the Moor's name, then ushered in his kinsman.
Every one seemed to pay great respect and deference to the little man;
it was with reason, for he acted in no less a capacity than master of
the household to the mountain sovereign of the place. Meantime Theodora
was intrusted to the care of an old hag, wife to Aboukar, and a renegade
Christian. She conducted her ward to a little narrow apartment, where
having placed some refreshments, she recommended Theodora to partake of
them, and retired.













          Though I had the form
    I had no sympathy with breathing flesh;
    Nor, 'midst the creatures of clay that girded me,
    Was there but one, who----but of her anon.
    I said with men, and with the thoughts of men,
    I held but slight communion; but instead
    My joy was in the wilderness; to breathe
    The difficult air of the iced mountain's top,
    Where the birds dare not build.


      Some secret venom preys upon his heart;
    A stubborn and unconquerable flame
    Creeps in his veins, and drinks the stream of life.


In the recess of a spacious apartment sat Cañeri, indolently reclining
upon a pile of cushions, after the manner of the Moors of distinction.
He was descended from a family related to the old Moorish kings of
Cordova, so that in consequence of his rank, and a certain influence
which it obtained for him, he had been elected by the rebels as one of
the principal leaders chosen to direct their enterprize. Weak, and
vain-glorious, Cañeri evinced the utmost solicitude to maintain the
semblance of a splendour which corresponded but indifferently with the
poverty of his present state, and assumed an authority that ill assorted
with the precarious tenure by which he held his power. Anxious to cling
even to the shadow of a Court, he had appointed his officers, and
regulated his household, with all the precision and etiquette of a petty
sovereign. The mansion which he now inhabited had apparently belonged to
some more wealthy person of the town of Alhacen, and had been studiously
decorated with all the tapestry and other ornaments which could be
collected together; but the faded and tattered condition of the
materials, evidently indicated that the days of their splendour had
long since passed.

Cañeri was at this moment exhibiting the capricious disposition of a
vain and would-be despot. Some half dozen miserable looking figures, who
surrounded his couch, constituted his whole retinue, and appeared
completely subservient to the ridiculous fancies of their master. But
amongst these desperate ruffians, there was a man whose countenance and
demeanor were calculated more particularly to attract the notice of a
stranger. He sat at the right of Cañeri, and seemed, by the freedom of
his language and manner, to possess the unlimited confidence of that
chief. On what plea he could found his claim to such a distinction,
would have been no easy matter to determine; his countenance being
remarkable only for a larger share of calm resolution, deep malignity,
and ill-boding ferocity, than those of his companions. A broad and
strongly built frame, dark and lowering features, black shaggy beard,
and the savage glitter of an eye that scowled gloomily under its heavy
brow, gave to his whole appearance a most forbidding and sinister
expression. Even when his features occasionally relaxed from their
sternness, they only seemed to writhe into a peculiar sneer, which could
not be contemplated without an involuntary shudder of terror and
repugnance. Yet, even amidst this repulsive exterior, at times there
could be traced a few sad remains of noble lines in that countenance,
which spoke of hateful passions, long cherished within the breast. There
was enough to induce the belief that this man had originally been
capable of better feelings, and worthy a more honorable career.

This mysterious being, like the rest of Cañeri's train, was apparelled
in a Moorish garb, remarkable only for its poverty and simplicity. But,
though his appearance and attire bespoke the Moor, yet the expression of
his features by no means corresponded with his exterior; and a
penetrating eye could easily discover, that whatever might now be his
profession, he had formerly belonged to other creed and nation than
that of the Moslem.

"Bermudo," said Cañeri, addressing himself to the personage in question,
"thou art unusually abstracted to-day, far more than for some time past
I have known thee."

"Bermudo!" exclaimed the other indignantly; "Bermudo! Call me no more by
a name so hateful;--a name that brings to my recollection my miseries
and my crimes. It is an ominous, a detested sound, that rings in my ear,
to tell me that I was once a Christian--an injured man; and that I am

"A valiant Moor," interrupted Cañeri.

"A vile renegade!" retorted Bermudo with a sneer. "A renegade; for thou
canst not gild the bitter potion, nor will I attempt to disguise my
character. I am a ruffian; but I have pledged myself to serve the Moors,
and I WILL serve them faithfully, actively, to the last breath of my
loathed existence."

"Thy services, indeed, have been most valuable," said Cañeri, "and
grateful are the Moors for the interest thou evincest in their cause."

"Tush," cried the renegade; "thank me not. It is not my love for the
Moors that prompts my services, but my hatred to the Christians. No,
Cañeri, I will not admit acknowledgments which I little deserve. You say
that I am brave and active--'tis true. I can endure privations, and
encounter dangers; but in so doing, I look not to advance the interests
of the Moorish cause, but to serve that of my revenge. No, I anticipate
no triumphs; I live merely for the gratification of vengeance for wrongs
long past, but too deeply rooted in this heart to be ever forgotten." As
he pronounced these last words his frame shook with agitation.

"Calm thyself, Alagraf," said Cañeri, "since thou hast adopted that
name, and art now----"

"A traitor!" cried the renegade, interrupting him. "I am a traitor to my
faith and country. Nay, do not attempt to palliate a name in which I
glory. I well know the vile thing that I am considered. My career is a
dark one; and the passion which fires my heart, and nerves my arm,
cannot ennoble my deeds of valour, but may at least satisfy my craving:
and that is enough--I am a villain; but woe to the man who made me what
I am. May the curse of despair, may the venom that festers here (and he
forcibly smote his breast) poison and corrode the life of him who
planted it in a heart kind by nature, and designed for virtue; but by
one bad man driven to revolting crime."

"Thy wrongs," interposed Cañeri, "shall be avenged; and our cause,
desperate as it seems, may still prosper. 'Tis true, we have lately
sustained many reverses; but el Feri de Benastepar yet lives, and even
now may check the proud course of our enemies, and blight the verdant
laurels of the Christian's brow. Even now, perhaps, Alonso de Aguilar
meets the doom to which his hate to the Moorish name so irresistibly
impels him. We have resources left,--our forces may be less; our courage

"Hold, Cañeri," cried the renegade; "if thou wilt deceive thyself,
deceive not me,--thou canst not. I abhor the Christians, but why should
I deny the melancholy truth that is daily forced upon our conviction?
The Christians are our superiors, and we have to oppose to them, only
the desperate, the frenzied power which springs from a sense of deep
injuries sustained,--of wrongs carefully treasured up for the day of

"Alagraf!" returned Cañeri, somewhat hurt at the boldness and freedom of
the renegade, "whatever may be the motives that urge thee to second our
enterprise, forget not that mine and those of my companions originate in
a cause more noble and dignified--It is to assert our rights as a free
and independent nation."

"That," sneeringly muttered Bermudo, "may be the pretext; but I will
neither discuss the merits of our undertaking, nor the justice of our
cause. To me, at least, they are just and meritorious. I seek by my own
exertions that redress which my humble station could not procure, when
matched against those to whom chance, not superior worth, gave power
over me."

"Well," returned Cañeri; "whatever be thy motives, thy services have
been most acceptable to us, and thy reward shall be proportionate to the
value of thy assistance."

"Reward!" exclaimed the renegade, "I ask for no reward; thinkest thou,
Moor, I would have been tempted to abandon the most sacred ties of
country and religion for a reward?--Thinkest thou that for a bribe I
could be instigated to become an open villain?--a thing despised? for ye
all despise me, and must despise me,--nor can I feel offended."

"Despise thee!" cried Cañeri.

"Aye, despise me; for such as I must ever be despised, though their
services may be most welcome. A reward! and what reward? Some paltry
gold, perchance. No, Cañeri; I am at least a bold, not a mean ruffian,
and I wish for no other reward save that which I can exact with my own
hands. Ah! let me strew the rankest thorns in the path of my wronger!
Let me throw a deepening cloud over the brilliancy of his hopes, and
envenom all the springs of his affections and happiness! Let me make him
a thing to create abhorrence, and heap upon his head the shame and
degradation that weigh me down; and when he writhes in agony, let me
enjoy his misery and despair, and hear him cry for mercy, and deny it
him, as he denied it _her_! Oh! that I may watch his life as slowly it
ebbs away, and then in that last tumult of anguish,--in that violent
separation of the soul,--let me--let me pour into his afflicted ear my
exulting voice, shrieking aloud _Anselma_!"

Callous as was the nature of Cañeri, he could not suppress an
involuntary shudder, when he beheld the horrid picture which the
renegade now exhibited. It was a fearful sight, for that gust of
frenzied passion gave to his whole person the look of a demon: his frame
shook violently, and as he grasped his weapon with nervous convulsion,
those iron features became fraught with indescribable hatred and
revenge. But the storm passed rapidly away, and after a short struggle,
the renegade again resumed his look of dark, imperturbable calmness, and
relapsing into his wonted mood of gloomy abstraction, he recovered the
cold fixed sneer which habit had rendered natural to his countenance.

At this time Malique claimed admittance, and advancing slowly towards
the pile of cushions on which the vain-glorious Cañeri languidly
reclined, failed not to present all those marks of reverence which so
much delighted the chief, who conceived them indispensable to the
support of his dignity. Malique, therefore, crossed his arms with the
most abject air, inclined his head until it came nearly in contact with
his knees, and with all the outward signs of humility made three times
the Moorish obeisance. These tokens of submission Cañeri received with
the haughtiness of manner peculiar to a despot, accustomed to command
respect and adoration from his herd of slavish dependants.

"Malique," he then cried, "what brings thee here? Why am I disturbed in
my moments of privacy? What can induce thee to commit so daring a

"Pardon me, most potent Cañeri," humbly replied Malique. "Pardon the
good intentions of a faithful slave;--I am the bearer of pleasing
tidings, although in my zeal to serve my master, I may perhaps have been
guilty of indiscretion."

"Speak," said Cañeri, assuming a look of important gravity. "Alagraf,
remain--I may need thy counsel--let the rest withdraw."

"Most mighty Cañeri," continued Malique; "as my party was patrolling the
mountains last night, some of my men surprised a Christian."

"And of course he met his death?" interrupted the Chief.

"He did, after a long struggle, for a more desperate man we have seldom
seen! he now dangles on a tree, like many others of his countrymen, a
fit scarecrow to rambling adventurers."

"Proceed--" said Cañeri gravely.

"A moment after," resumed Malique, "chance led us to the spot where
another Christian slept in fancied security."

"And didst thou slay the wretch?" inquired the Chief.

"No, most noble Cañeri. It was a female, and therefore I brought her
here, for she is a most bewitching creature--such as seldom meets the
enamoured gaze of an enraptured lover. The rose in its opening bloom
looks not more lovely in the garden of the faithful, than this beauteous
captive. Indeed the fascination of her person is peculiarly striking,
though at present the gloom that preys upon her mind, tends considerably
to diminish the lustre of her charms. Still I thought she might find
favor in the sight of our illustrious Chief, and be honored with his

"A young Christian maiden," cried Cañeri, "sleeping in the
Alpujarras!--'tis strange!--how came she there? Malique, didst thou
learn? Knowest thou the nature of her sorrows?"

"Yes," answered Malique,--"she bitterly deplores the fate of him we
slew. Apparently, he was a husband or a lover. At all events the
Christian people cannot boast of a nobler or braver warrior."

"Knowest thou his name?" demanded Cañeri.

"I learnt it," replied Malique, "from the captive herself;--it is Don
Lope Gomez Arias."

"Gomez Arias!" exclaimed the renegade; starting back in amazement.
"Gomez Arias! it cannot be!"

"Such is the name," returned Malique, "that our prisoner gave him, and
there is no reason why she should deceive us. In troth her anguish was
too deep, and her grief but too lively, to leave a doubt of the veracity
of her statement."

"Gomez Arias!" cried again the renegade, "and is he really dead!--dead!
Malique, art thou sure?--did he not escape?"

"Escape!" muttered the Moor, "his soul escaped from his body. That is
all the escape that I wot of."

"Then," continued the renegade, Bermudo, striking his forehead in a
paroxysm of disappointed passion, "my revenge is foiled, my victory
incomplete. I, too, could once have taken his life; but he owed me more
than his base life could pay. Long have I toiled to bring about a day of
retribution, and now my hopes are suddenly crushed, and my vengeance
wrested from my hand."

"What means this, Alagraf?" inquired Cañeri, surprised at such uncommon

"Is this thy acute perception!" cried Bermudo, "that thou canst not
divine the motive that alone brings joy or pain to this blighted heart?
Dost thou forget that there is only one solitary feeling that can affect

"Yes, revenge!" replied Cañeri, "but then this Christian! this Gomez

"Is my accursed enemy," thundered the renegade; "my foul wronger; once
my lord and master; and this captive, this weeping beauty, is perchance
his affianced bride, the proud daughter of our bitterest, our
redoubtable foe. Yes, she must be the daughter of Alonso de Aguilar.
And yet," he added, pondering, "how came she there?"

"What sayest thou?" exclaimed Cañeri, with strong marks of pleasure.
"Can it be possible? Thanks, thanks to the holy prophet that vouchsafes
such reward to the faithful. This is indeed a most precious gage, as it
may perhaps be the means of curbing the overbearing insolence of
Aguilar; for, destitute as he is of all sympathy towards the Moors, he
may yet feel the anxiety of parental love when he learns the situation
of his child. Dispatch, quick; Malique, bring forth thy captive, and ask
a meed--'tis granted."

Malique withdrew, leaving the chief reveling in delight at the
unexpected tidings; and the renegade, with a countenance expressive of
deep regret at an occurrence which deprived him of the enjoyment of the
one dark passion that actuated his every feeling, and engrossed every

Meantime, the unfortunate Theodora was conducted by Malique before the
chief, like a trembling victim for the sacrifice.

"Behold my prize," said the obsequious Moor, pointing to the helpless
girl. "I hope it is deserving the acceptance of the illustrious Cañeri."

The gratified Moor made a slight inclination with his head in token of
approval, and then in the most scrutinizing manner proceeded to scan the
beauties of the afflicted fair, who hung down her head in sorrow and
confusion. The renegade made a movement of disappointment, when he
perceived that the captive was not, as he had surmised, the daughter of

"What!" said Cañeri, observing his surprise, "does she not merit thy
approbation? Methinks, Alagraf, thou hast no soul for beauty: look, look
at that lovely countenance; it is certainly bathed in grief, and defaced
with weeping; but that does not detract from its charm."

"Fair Christian," he added, in a condescending tone, "droop not thus
like the humble and neglected flower of the valley, since thou art
called to a brighter destiny; thou shalt flourish like the cultured
lily of the garden, for thou hast found grace in the eyes of Cañeri, and
he has the power to render thee happy."

These words of kindness, far from tranquillizing the mind of Theodora,
served but to increase its agitation.

She hastily shrunk back as she perceived the Moor make a motion to take
her hand. Malique, in the meantime, exhibited much satisfaction in
having thus rendered himself useful to the pleasures of Cañeri, and thus
acquired indisputable claims to his notice and gratitude; for, with the
petty despot, as with the greater tyrants of whom he was the miserable
copy, the base ministrants to his private gratifications were generally
more abundantly remunerated than those who gloriously served their

"Malique," exclaimed Cañeri, his eyes glowing with joy, "I am so well
pleased with thy zeal, that I will assuredly enable thee to hold the
most confidential offices near my person."

Then, turning to the renegade, who was as stubborn in his silence as the
chief appeared eager in lauding the attractions of the captive, "Curse
upon such apathy, Alagraf," he said with affected glee, "thou art a man
of marble, if such a woman is not capable of moving thee."

"Yes," sternly responded the renegade, "I am in sooth a man of marble,
and pity there are so few to resemble me: better it were for the
prosperity of our enterprize. What have I to do with the charms of
woman? they have proved the bane of my existence. Once, indeed, I knew
their value, but that is past, and now they are hateful to my sight:
they recall the unfortunate and innocent cause of the horrors which
surround me. Moor," he then added, "abandon not thyself to such
unreasonable joy; for, learn that the hopes which we conceived from the
possession of our captive are already vanished. She is not the woman we
had supposed."

"What meanest thou?" asked Cañeri.

"She is not the daughter of Aguilar," replied Bermudo.

"Well," rejoined the Moor, "we must then submit to the disappointment;
but will this circumstance detract from the charms which you see render
her so lovely?" He cast an enamoured glance, as he delivered these
words, on the subject of his present delight; and then, very well
satisfied with his discretion, he continued--"I can justly appreciate
merit wherever I find it; and although certainly the creed and country
of our fair guest are in direct opposition with mine, yet that shall not
prevent me from paying the tribute which her beauty so justly deserves."

Theodora heard all this with sorrowful resignation; nor was Cañeri by
any means satisfied with the success of his eloquence, for he had been
accustomed to meet with a more joyous reception from every female to
whom he had yet condescended to make advances.

"Malique," he said, turning to the officious menial, "lead this
beauteous damsel to one of our best apartments, and see that she wants
for nothing that I can command."

He then favored the afflicted Theodora with a peculiar smile, in which,
somewhat of the ludicrous prevailed over the tender, and dismissed her
from his presence, with a gracious promise of a visit as early as the
importance of his affairs would allow.

While Cañeri spoke, Bermudo held his accustomed silence, but he could
not disguise his contempt when he perceived the Moor so completely
engrossed with the pursuit of his selfish gratification, at a time when
affairs of such magnitude were at stake.

"Cañeri," he cried sullenly; "it appears to me that our cause is not
likely to derive any great advantage from the possession of that

"A mind," replied Cañeri, with an assumption of gravity, "a mind
harassed with numerous cares, necessarily requires some relaxation.--To
thee alone, as a friend, do I speak in these terms of confidence; to any
other, I would not condescend to afford the shadow of explanation
regarding what may appear strange in my conduct; my actions must not be
subjected to the scrutiny of any one."

As he said this, he looked around with an air of offended dignity, as
though a signification of his will were sufficient to command respect
and obedience; while the renegade made no other reply than a smile of

Cañeri now summoned around him his principal officers, and happy in the
beggarly retinue that attended him, he paraded the wretched town of
Alhacen, the capital of his scanty dominions. This was more for idle
display, than for the purpose of taking vigorous and efficient measures
to check the course of the Christians. The garrison was drawn out in the
_Plaza_[27] to be reviewed by their commander. They amounted to about
eight hundred men, but exhibited a miserable appearance, both with
regard to arms and equipment. He harangued them upon the glory of their
cause, and exhorted the chiefs to a rigid observance of their duty.
Having thus terminated this singular exhibition to his entire
satisfaction, he returned with the same parade to his humble mansion,
which, in compliment to its illustrious inhabitant, was now dignified
with the title of the palace.


    Mais puisque je naquis, sans doute il falloit nâitre;
    Si l'on m'eut consulté, j'aurais refusé l'être.
    Vains regrets! Le destin me condamnoit au jour,
    Et je viens, o soleil! te maudire à mon tour.


          I have no dread,
    And feel the curse to have no natural fear
    Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes
    Or lurking love of something on the earth.

                                _Lord Byron_.

Returned to his dwelling, Cañeri seated himself to his repast, which,
though frugal in the extreme, was nevertheless served with all the
etiquette of a sovereign. The taciturnity of the renegade was if
possible more marked than ever, nor could he be prevailed upon to
partake of the food which was before them. Cañeri felt an invincible
desire to dive into the mysterious history of his confidant; an attempt
which he had already frequently made, but always unattended with
success. As soon, therefore, as their meal was finished, he dismissed
the attendants, and turning to the renegade in the most friendly

"Alagraf," he said, "cheer up; let not thy noble spirit droop: think on
our cause, and rouse thy energies in proportion to the danger which
surrounds us."

"Danger!" cried the renegade, "talk not to me of danger--I am reckless
now of consequences;--what is the whole world to me? My hated, my
detested enemy is no more;--the only longing of my life is thwarted, and
I can feel no longer any interest in the pursuits of man."

"Surely!" exclaimed Cañeri, somewhat alarmed, "thou dost not mean to
abandon our cause!"

"Moor!" replied the renegade, in a voice of thunder, his eyes flashing,
and his brows assuming an additional sternness--"Moor! is it to me thou
darest hold such language? Thinkest thou that being _once_ a traitor, my
whole existence must be made up of treasons? Suspicious man, know me
better; I am a dark and accursed villain; hateful alike to Christian and
Moor, but yet I am no deluded wretch, that will stoop to swerve from the
path he has once resolved to follow."

"Calm thy temper, Alagraf," said Cañeri, interposing; "I meant not to
offend thee, and if I have, I pray thy indulgence: thou art sensible of
the friendship which unites us; it is from the zeal of that friendship,
that I continually urge the questions which thou seemest to avoid. Great
must be the nature of thy sufferings, and powerful the motive which
provokes such unusual signs of emotion; yet surely some consolation
might be found in trusting thy secret to the bosom of a comrade."

The renegade remained silent for a few minutes; then, as if suddenly
adopting a fresh resolution--

"Cañeri," he said, "oft has thine officious zeal, or weak curiosity,
fatigued my ears with repeated questions that are daggers to my soul. I
will now satisfy thy craving; yes, I will unravel the mystery that hangs
around my head. By this concession I may perhaps acquire the right to
brood over my wrongs and misfortunes undisturbed and unmolested in

"Cañeri," he continued, "all the calamity which is now the portion of
the man that stands before thee--all the struggles, the racking throes
that torture this seared breast, arise from one solitary cause--the
offspring of one crime, and of that crime the unhappy victim who suffers
by it is innocent. The rites of religion never blessed my mother's
bridal bed, and I was born a thing despised, looked down upon by the
proud ones of the land, pointed at by the urchins, and even taunted by
the beggar as he went his rounds. But nature, that made me a thing to be
contemned, gave me no feelings congenial to such a state. I was endowed
with sentiments more noble, and greater powers of mind than those who
affected to spurn me. I know not my father, nor was I ever anxious to
learn a name to me so full of misery, and which could claim no other
token from his child than a malediction. This much I learnt--that my
parent was a nobleman; but what unnatural cruelty could induce him to
abandon his offspring, I never was able to determine. I was brought up a
retainer in the house of the sire of my bitter foe, Don Lope Gomez
Arias, where I was subjected to indignities at which my proud nature
revolted, whilst the obscurity of my birth powerfully contributed to
exasperate those feelings already too much excited by repeated
contumelies and scorn. Wherever I turned my eyes I discovered a dreary
waste in the midst of society; for I was an outcast, and I felt no
sympathy with the uses of the world. Chance made me a wretch, and nature
unkindly gave me feelings and sentiments to heighten the misery to which
my existence was doomed. Alas! my dark and repulsive exterior gave an
additional motive to justify the dislike with which I was generally

"Such a life," interrupted Cañeri, "must have been insupportable."

"It might," nobly answered the renegade, "to a weak mind--not to mine,
for the very injustice of my fate gave me courage to support it. I rose
superior to my misfortunes, and nourished a sensation of mixed hatred
and contempt towards my kind: I assiduously nurtured sentiments
calculated to make me believe myself independent in the bosom of slavery
and degradation.--Yes, I had a beam of cheering hope, a wild and
romantic emulation, a noble ambition, to acquire by my own deeds, my
daring exertion, that which was denied me by the combined oppositions of
birth and station. My pretensions were supported by my pride, and spread
a solitary but brilliant light amidst the darkness with which my
existence was clouded. In these sentiments I grew, hated and abhorring,
despising and contemned. The springs of my heart, which would have
sympathised with human nature, seemed to have been dried up for ever. I
found myself incapable of any kindly feeling, and my whole being was
wrapped in that dismal and isolated gloom which, like the mephitic
vapour, tended to paralyze the exertions and blight the fair prospects
of life. Alas! I was mistaken; for, to my misfortune, I eventually
discovered that I was a man, subject to the weakness of human nature,
that the depths of my heart, which I had judged impenetrable to the
influence of the softer passions, were soon to be deeply stirred, and
that I was fated to experience those sentiments which I had proudly
imagined to be foreign to my nature.

"Amongst the numberless beings who conspired to render me
wretched--amongst the many whom I was forced to look upon more as
natural foes than fellow-creatures, there was one who first beheld me
with a genuine and heavenly feeling of compassion, and from that sweet
and pure emanation of sensibility soon sprung the most tender and
devoted attachment. This being, generous and kind, this solitary
exception to the overwhelming mass of hatred that encompassed me, for
whose dear sake alone I might forgive my parents for the miserable life
they bestowed upon me--this being was a woman--a woman, alas! for our
mutual woe! She was as abundant in personal attractions as she was rich
in mental beauty. She loved, aye! she devotedly loved the unhappy
Bermudo, the wretched outcast, from whom every one else recoiled. She
loved him, and she found in that dark form, in that being so degraded
and despised, a heart capable of feeling and estimating a genuine
passion. Yes, in this desolate wilderness of my heart, not all was then
barren, and the kindly feelings sowed by her hand took root and budded
forth; I fostered them, and they flourished as vigorously as if they had
been cast in a more generous mould. I loved her! Oh, Anselma! Five years
have passed since that dreadful moment, but yet the bloody scene is
glowing, burning in my memory. I see thy mangled form, thy beauteous
limbs broken, and thy long dishevelled hair clotted with gore. Anselma!
Anselma! I did not follow thee to thy untimely grave, for I had to plan
and accomplish the deed of vengeance.--I cannot weep: the sad fountains
of these eyes are long since dry, but my scorched heart still weeps with
tears of blood, when the scenes of thy youth, thy love, and thy horrid
fate crowd upon my agonized recollection."

The renegade could not proceed; his agitation became terrible, and all
the occurrences of his past life were busy in distorting those features
and adding to their natural ferocity. Cañeri looked aghast, for his
frivolous soul could not easily comprehend the nature of an attachment
so fervent, so deeply rooted, as to produce the violent effects which he
now witnessed. But his wonder increased as he perceived that gust of
uncontroulable passion gradually subside and give place to a kinder
emotion than he thought congenial to the being that stood before him.
The renegade was again calm. A tear stood trembling in his eye, and
that pitying drop spoke of affections long subdued, but not entirely
extinct in the breast of him who had but few tears to bestow. Soon,
however, his glassy eyes were fixed, and as Bermudo raised mechanically
his long sinewy fingers to his burning forehead, his countenance became
the index of a mind engaged in scenes far away. It was a deep though
momentary abstraction, for as Cañeri gazed in amazement, the renegade
awoke from his trance, and became aware of the notice which his emotion
had excited. He felt ashamed that a token of weakness should have
betrayed him before man, and with a strong exertion strove to smother
the commotion which swelled his breast. He dashed away the drop that
fain would soften the lurid expression of his eye. His pride succeeded
in the conflict: soon that lip recovered its sardonic curl, and his
features relapsing into their calm and gloomy ferocity, he then

"Gomez Arias, upon whom nature had lavished her choicest gifts, only as
the means of following with greater success his licentious
courses--Gomez Arias saw the beautiful Anselma. Her attractions and
innocence could not escape his observation, and he marked her out for
his prey. Curse the day his wily smile first lighted on the unfortunate

"She did not then," interrupted Cañeri, "fall into the snare of the

"No," firmly replied the renegade, "she did not; but the gentle creature
knew too well how boundless was the power of her persecutor, and
trembled to provoke its influence--not for her own sake, but for mine.
Our mutual inclination was no longer a secret; and my presumption in
crossing the will of my arrogant master, would have been attended with
inevitable ruin. Anselma, sensible of our dangerous position, carefully
endeavoured to avoid the threatened storm. It was all in vain; her tears
fell fast, and her prayers were uttered in all the fervour of desolate
grief; but the barbarian saw those tears unmoved, and heard her piteous
expostulations with the coldness of a villain. Nay, he felt exasperated
at the resistance with which his wishes were opposed by one whom his
pride naturally led him to consider as affording an easy conquest. He
had been accustomed, in his shameful career, to meet with little or no
opposition; he was base enough to doubt the very existence of female
virtue; and was it for a poor humble girl, born his dependant, an orphan
from her childhood, and clinging to no other protection than that which
could be afforded by such a thing as I, to contradict the vile opinion
which the proud patrician entertained?

"Cañeri, I will no longer dwell on this subject. Gomez Arias at length
resolved to accomplish by a vile contrivance, what he could not obtain
by seductive persuasion. I was despatched on a trifling commission to
one of his estates, my presence being an obstacle to his designs; for
poor and despised as I was, Gomez Arias nevertheless looked upon me with
a feeling of dread. He could crush the reptile, but he feared the sting.
I was strong in my very weakness, for as I had but one solitary motive
to link me to life; that being removed, my oppressor felt aware my life
would then only serve as the price by which I was to purchase revenge.

"I was absent, when one of his miscreants administered some deleterious
beverage to the unsuspecting Anselma, the effects of which answered to
their utmost extent the wishes of the libertine. An irresistible
lethargy oppressed the senses and rendered powerless the limbs of the
helpless victim. In that state she was borne to the couch of her undoer,
and by a stratagem worthy of the monster by whom it was invented, Gomez
Arias triumphed over her passive unconscious form. Happy, happy if the
unnatural slumber in which Anselma was immersed, had subsided into the
sleep of death. But no, she awoke--she returned to life, only to curse
that life which was now covered with degradation. Alas! she had no one
to whom she could fly, and under whose fostering kindness she might hide
her shame; she had no refuge left--none but death, the last shelter of
virtuous woman betrayed. She spurned with indignant pride the glittering
offers of the miscreant who wrought her ruin. She recoiled with
abhorrence from his loathsome caresses; cursed in bitter agony his
unmanly deed, and brooded over her misfortune, until the loss of her
reason followed the profanation of her person."

Again the renegade stopt in his recital, as if unable to sustain the
painful recollection, and after a pause he continued:--

"Evening was falling as I returned from my distant mission. My heart
felt unusually heavy and desponding; as I was passing near a precipice
in these very mountains, my ear was struck with the hum of voices,
mingled with the discordant shrieks of birds of prey which issued from
the abyss below. Presently a flight of those ominous birds came
screaming on high, as if scared by some unwelcome intruders, and the hum
of voices was converted into a long, piercing, and promiscuous
lamentation. With as much activity as the perilous nature of that
precipice would permit, I hastened towards the spot, and soon perceived
the melancholy cause of the wailings that had arrested my course. Some
peasants were with difficulty dragging from that frightful abyss a
burthen, which, as well as I could distinguish from the distance,
appeared a human body. I approached nearer, and found that it was in
reality a human--a mangled corpse!--It was that of my Anselma!"

"Oh, horror!" exclaimed Cañeri, in chilled amazement.

"It was Anselma," gloomily repeated Bermudo; "my love, my only happiness
in this accursed world. She had already been dead sometime. Her slender
garments were rent, her long tresses torn and stained with blood, and
her delicate limbs broken and mangled with the fall. Alas! her beautiful
features were now scarcely discernible; the raven had plucked at those
eyes that once beamed with affection, and the hungry vulture had
lacerated the pure heart, that hallowed shrine of innocence and love and
virtue. I did not weep, nor did I utter a single groan; no sign of
grief escaped me. No,--the springs of my heart were instantaneously
frozen, and with horrified stupor I gazed on the ghastly spectacle.
Suddenly my whole frame underwent a revolution. I felt a dreadful
pressure on my heart,--a ball of fire seemed rolling in my brain. It was
torture intense; the pangs of frenzied agony came over me, and for a
time I knew not what I did; but the tempest of passion gradually
subsided, and my soul became fixed in that settled and sombre mood,
which has been to me as a second nature since that dreadful event.

"The sad remains of the lovely Anselma were consigned to the kindred
earth, and I hastened to learn the cause of the appalling fate, which my
boding heart already but too faithfully foretold. I hurried to the
mansion of Gomez Arias; the truth was soon revealed, but I felt no
surprise--I was prepared for the dire intelligence. I reproached Gomez
Arias in the most bitter and provoking terms; he answered me with the
laugh of contempt. I laid my hand on my sword--he smote me on the face.
Furiously I drew the mortal weapon, but was soon overpowered and
disarmed by the numerous attendants of my foe. I applied for
redress--for justice. I denounced my enemy as the murderer of Anselma.
It was all in vain; justice affected to be deaf to my earnest and
reiterated appeal. Alas! what redress could I obtain against so powerful
an enemy? His constant good fortune had raised him in the estimation of
the court; he was brave, victorious in various encounters against the
Moors in the war of Granada. His services were rewarded; his crimes
overlooked; and I with the sting of shame and revenge and disappointment
rankling in my heart, determined to extort with my own hands that
redress which the justice of my country had denied me. I made a world to
myself in the solitude of my now desolate feelings. Severed from every
pursuit, a stranger to every natural tie, I resolved to dedicate all the
resources of my soul to the prosecution of the most exemplary revenge.
Ever since that time, I have, under the cover of various disguises,
hovered about his path, and I had once an opportunity of partly
satiating my thirst of revenge; but I let it pass, because the draught
would not half satisfy my fevered longing for deeper retribution. It was
in the embrace of a deep slumber that I once saw Gomez Arias, and I
hovered over his devoted head with the pleasure of the vulture that sees
beneath him its defenceless prey."

"And why didst thou not slay him?" inquired Cañeri.

"No!" replied the renegade, "I would not kill him then, for that were no
revenge; his soul would flee from this world without the knowledge that
it was _I_--it was Bermudo that inflicted the wound. I did not kill him;
I reserved his hated life for more exquisite tortures--a more appalling
fate, with all the harrowing attendants of remorse and despair."

"And what probability was there afterwards," demanded the Moor, "of
prosecuting your intentions with success?"

"That," returned the renegade, "was the constant object of my
meditation; but alas! the whole study of my existence is now rendered
useless by the unexpected death of my enemy. However, I joined your
cause from hatred to the injustice of my countrymen. That hatred still
burns, and I will yet find means for vengeance in the detested blood of
Christians. Moor," he then added, with sternness, "I am sunk low, low in
the depths of crime, and this is thy best security for my constancy to
the desperate course I have adopted. My life is solitary and
independent, reckless of all results. Lead then to the combat, and where
slaughter stains the way, and where shrieks and groans encumber the air,
where death is busiest, there! thou mayest exultingly cry, there is the

As Alagraf delivered these words, he suddenly withdrew, leaving the Moor
plunged in astonishment. Cañeri, however, was soon aroused from his
train of reflection by a consciousness of the importance of his station.
He prudently judged that too much of his valuable time had already been
devoted to a matter of individual interest. He started therefore from
his couch, summoned his various officers, and inquired with minute
accuracy into the state of every thing in the palace. Satisfactory
answers were returned, and the chief received the communications with a
demeanor appropriately grave and dignified. He next paraded the town
with a display of importance that might well have amused his followers,
if indeed they had been capable of feeling anything but concern in their
destitute situation.

Again Cañeri returned to his dwelling, and a discussion was entered into
with respect to the several articles that composed his dress: his faded
turban was retrimmed; his couch arranged with the greatest care, and
odoriferous shrubs burnt in the apartment which he honoured with his
presence. The duties of the day having been happily completed, the chief
resigned himself to his habitual indolence with all the complacency of
one who considers himself by situation entitled to the contribution of
every one towards his comfort and luxury.

At the close of evening, however, his repose was disturbed by a
messenger who arrived from El Feri de Benastepar, announcing that the
redoubtable Don Alonso de Aguilar was rapidly advancing, and that they
should shortly be obliged to join in combat. He implored Cañeri to be
ready for any disaster that might occur, and to keep his men prepared
for all contingencies. This intelligence, as it may be well conceived,
threw the Moor into some degree of agitation, and being rather late, he
resolved to call into requisition the multifarious powers he possessed
of serving his country. He speedily summoned a cabinet council, whose
opinions he would condescend to hear, and whose understandings he
graciously intended to enlighten. He pompously reclined himself on the
cushions, and assembling his courtly retinue, commenced his harangue
respecting the plans necessary to be adopted under existing
circumstances. His councillors, however, appeared in a very sorry
plight to give advice: they looked at each other with woe-begone
countenances, and their sleepy eyes seemed to concur in one opinion,
though they did not actually venture to give it utterance, that the most
rational course to pursue, after the fatigues of the day, was to indulge
nature with a few hours of refreshing repose. Indeed the judicious and
salutary tendency of this measure appeared to meet with such unanimous
assent, that after sitting half an hour, both the president and the
sapient members of the council very leisurely fell asleep, and thereby
testified their opinion, like sensible men, as to the most rational way
of terminating a council of state.

The renegade, disturbed in the meditations into which he had fallen
during the empty oration of Cañeri, by the sonorous and unequivocal
signs of slumber evinced by his colleagues, saw with surprise the
conclusion to which they had unanimously arrived, and casting a look of
contempt on the sleeping councillors, retired to his quarters.


    Ite, caldi sospiri, al freddo core;
    Rompete il ghiaccio che pietà contende;
    E, se prego mortal al ciel s'intende,
    Morte, o mercè sia fine al mio dolore.


          He has I know not what
    Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate,
    That almost awes me.


Meantime the unfortunate Theodora had spent the day in a continual
succession of sorrows. She had been conducted to another apartment,
somewhat in better order, where she had been pressed in vain to partake
of some food which Marien Rufa with friendly officiousness presented to
her. Sad recollections of her past misfortunes left not an interval of
repose, and her interview with Cañeri had awakened in her mind a lively
sense of danger and alarm. Slowly, therefore, and painfully the hours
wore away. She had no alleviation to her distress. The words of comfort
which the hag vainly attempted to administer, would have failed to
sooth, even from the lips of sympathising friends, much more when
surrounded by the avowed and ferocious enemies of her country.

This melancholy day was succeeded by a night still more dreary; for
although worn out with fatigue and suffering, Theodora could find no
respite in the sweet oblivion of sleep. Alas! the feverish slumber that
stole upon her at intervals, was fraught with all the terrors that her
present situation could suggest. The phantoms of night in rapid
succession pressed upon her bewildered imagination: she saw her
venerable father borne down under the pressure of grief, wringing his
withered hands in agony, and pronouncing a direful malediction on his
ungrateful child. She heard that thrilling voice, broken by age, and
quivering with emotion, and on his countenance she beheld the workings
of despair. Fitfully she awoke, and struggled hard to chase away the
heart-rending vision, and then she sunk again to meet another still more
frightful. The wind whistled gloomily through the forest trees; the wild
bird screamed his death song; and a spectre rose with sunken eyes and
squalid cheek, his wounds distilling blood, and his raven locks clotted
with gore. It was her lover--he had left the tree on which he withered
like the seared leaf of autumn, and stalked to her widowed couch smiling
sadly in death,--she shrieked aloud--the phantom fled, and again in
terror she awoke.

Dreams such as these haunted her imagination during the long night. Nor
could the cheering rays of the morn impart consolation to her desponding
bosom. She heard the mingling voices of nature's simple minstrels hail
in grateful chorus the approach of day, and she listened to the various
sounds of busy humanity, rising from the drowsiness of repose to life
and activity. But her feelings could no longer sympathise with the
pursuits of this world. The appalling images which her feverish fancy
had conjured up still pursued her, and if these unwelcome guests left
her a momentary repose, they were succeeded by others no less chilling
to the soul. The heavy measure of her sorrows was yet to be increased by
the anticipation of future evils--evils worse than the terrors of
slavery or death, for she was in hourly danger of encountering the
bitter pangs of shame and degradation.

Cañeri had been inspired by her beauty with a violent but licentious
passion, which he had it in his power at that moment to gratify, and
this idea agitated the wretched Theodora with the most dismal
apprehensions. While she sat pondering on her disastrous fate, and
vainly devising means to avert its danger, she was surprised by the
entrance of Marien Rufa.

"A good morrow, sweet lady," said the crone; "well, this is a pretty
comfortable chamber:--you must have slept soundly."

A deep sigh was the only answer she could elicit from Theodora.

"At all events," continued Marien Rufa, "you must leave off sighing and
weeping, for sure enough you can derive no good thereby. Besides, it is
meet your countenance should assume a more cheerful expression, since
you are soon to be honored with a visit from the magnificent Cañeri. He
has been forcibly struck with your charms, and has signified his
intentions of coming shortly to pay his devoirs in person. So I am here
before-hand to bid you prepare for the illustrious visitor."

The heart of Theodora died within her, as the hag announced this dreaded
intelligence, for though we may fancy ourselves prepared to meet a
danger with which we are hourly threatened, yet its immediate approach
rarely fails to cause an additional pang.

Theodora was cruelly alive to the helplessness of her situation. She
cast a hurried glance around, but could find no signs of comfort; yet
she fixed her last hopes on Marien Rufa, this decayed piece of blanched
mortality, like the drowning wretch who snatches at a withered branch,
though conscious of the frail support to which he clings.

From the little previous intercourse with Marien Rufa, Theodora had
discovered that her disposition was not altogether so inhuman as her
exterior naturally seemed to indicate. Though a renegade, she did not
appear completely divested of compassion towards those to whom she had
once been endeared by the ties of religion and country; a latent feeling
of remorse lurked within her heart, and she did not seem to feel much
interest in the affairs of the Moors. These considerations, together
with the imminency of her danger, led Theodora to throw herself on the
protection of the crone, and beseech her pity and commiseration. But
before she could try the effect of her persuasion, the door suddenly
swung open, and the dreaded figure of Cañeri presented itself to her

He dismissed his attendants, and waved his hand to Marien Rufa, who
slowly retired muttering some half formed inaudible sentences. The door
closed, and Theodora shuddered as she found herself alone with the
odious and detested Moor.

He approached her mildly, and endeavoured with soothing words to calm
her apprehensions.

"Nay, fair Christian," he said, "thou art too much dejected, nor is thy
grief reasonable. The chances of fortune threw thee into my power, and
thou art now my slave: this, as well as the circumstance of thy
belonging to the race of our accursed enemies, might naturally make thee
apprehend but indifferent treatment from the Moor. I might, indeed, have
delivered thee to the brutality of my soldiers; I might have heaped upon
thee all the horrors of such a degradation; but I have taken compassion
upon thy youth and beauty (his eyes glistened with savage joy), and
instead of that, thou shalt have the honor of being the partner of my
own pleasures."

Theodora covered her face with her hands, and her whole frame shook
violently, whilst Cañeri, in an agitated and angry tone, proceeded--

"This contempt of my generosity may prove prejudicial to thy future
fortunes. Many, many are the women amongst the faithful who would feel
proud to accept the offers which thou seemest to treat with unbecoming
disregard. But trifle not with the benignity of my disposition; for
Cañeri, though an outcast, and a sovereign only of wild mountains and
deserted villages, has yet power enough to enforce his commands, and
inflict a summary vengeance upon those who dare thwart his wishes.
Remember, then, thou art my slave, and deny me not as a lover what I can
easily exact as a master."

"I am your slave," cried Theodora, tremblingly, "and it is not my
intention either to despise your generosity or dispute your power. I am
sensible of both--command me the most menial services, I will do
all--nay, take my life; but, oh! spare me, in mercy spare me the
degradation which you are meditating."

"Degradation!" exclaimed Cañeri, rising with rage, "degradation! By the
mighty Allah! such temerity is unparalleled! Thy youth and ignorance
alone can excuse the criminality of such an expression."

Theodora could only answer by tears. But during the pause which ensued,
the mind of Cañeri underwent a sudden revolution; from the highest
paroxysm of choler, his features gradually relaxed into complete
serenity. This alteration did not proceed from a sense of generosity
towards his victim, for he was fully determined to carry his designs
into execution; but, like a refined voluptuary, he calculated the
advantages he might derive from a timely forbearance. He was, therefore,
resolved to exhaust every gentle means before he had recourse to the
last extremity.

He now took the hand of Theodora, which she had not the power to
withhold, and pressing it tenderly between his own, he renewed his suit
with much more suavity of tone and delicacy of manner. Theodora
suffered perhaps more from this unexpected display of kindness, than
from the brutal asperity and violence which the Moor had before evinced.
For in cases of extreme danger, violence will sometimes inspire a degree
of courage, while condescension and urbanity from those who have the
power to command is more distressing, inasmuch as it enervates that
strong principle of resistance and leaves in its place the weaker and
less decisive resource of expostulation.

But by degrees the patience of the amorous Moor was wearing away with
the ill-success of his suit, and starting up suddenly, and looking
intensely on the afflicted fair, he made a last attempt to conquer her

Theodora threw herself at his feet, and embracing them eagerly strove to
interest his pity by the intensity of her anguish. Her tears fell
copiously and her sobs almost impeded her utterance; but this evidence
of extreme distress, in lieu of subduing, only tended to kindle more
warmly the fierce desires of the Moor. In his hot distempered veins
raged the fever of passion, as he saw that lovely picture of female
helplessness prostrate at his feet; her clustering hair floating in
loose profusion, and her charms acquiring additional interest from the
wild disorder of her situation.

Cañeri glutted his eyes with her beauty, and his whole frame thrilled in
a ferment of anticipated raptures. He snatched the fainting Theodora
from the ground, almost overpowered with the conflict of her
feelings.--As he clasped her in his arms, the unfortunate girl beheld
his savage features glistening with joy. She shuddered at their glowing
expression, and with a sudden and violent effort burst from his hold.

The heart of the miscreant swelled with indignation and disappointment.
He cast a threatening look on the trembling victim, and no longer
restrained by any consideration, he again violently seized her.

"Who will protect thee now?" cried the Moor, exultingly.

"Death!" replied Theodora, with the courage of despair.

"Death!" retorted Cañeri, with a mocking laugh; "Death! Surely thou must
fancy that I am to be intimidated by the ravings of a woman. No, thou
canst not die, even if that were truly thy desire. Thou _shalt_ not die,
at least till I think thee no longer worthy of contributing to my joys."
Theodora clasped her hands in agony; her fate appeared now inevitable.
Her unmanly enemy furiously mastered her remaining efforts; her feeble
struggles were almost overpowered, and as her senses were about to
forsake her, she wildly shrieked aloud for help. At this moment a noise
was heard at the entrance of the room; the door, as if by a tremendous
exertion of strength, was wrenched from its hinges, and a tall
mysterious figure stalked into the apartment and stood motionless with
amazement. Theodora uttered a scream of joy at this timely deliverance,
while the enraged and disappointed Moor turned fiercely round to
ascertain who had the temerity to venture upon such an intrusion.

The towering figure that stood before him seemed a stranger to his eyes.
He was enveloped in a long and ample Spanish cloak, and his countenance
was almost hidden by a dark clustering feather that fell from his
slouched hat.

Cañeri shook with ire.

"What treason is this?" he exclaimed. "A cursed Christian in my very
dwelling. Malique! Alagraf! Where are ye, villains? Guards! Seize the
wretch, seize him, and drag him to death!"

"Stay!" cried the stranger, in a voice of thunder; "stay! ere thou
darest to offer the least violence to me--nay, advance but one foot, and
I'll strike thee to the earth."

Cañeri was awed by the noble and fearless manner of the stranger.

"A Christian!" he continued, in a more subdued voice, "and darest thou
in my very dominions to utter such vaunting threats? Dost thou forget
that these are the Alpujarras, and that I am Cañeri?"

"I am no Christian," replied the stranger: "a Moor, a true Moor am I,
but one who blushes to count Cañeri amongst his associates."

"Speak!" cried Cañeri, bewildered, "Speak! what mystery is this? Who
then art thou?"

"Know me, then," returned the other, and throwing aside his disguise,
discovered a man of tall stature and athletic proportions. On his dark
bronzed countenance there was an expression of bold defiance and cool
resolution; his eyes were lighted up with the fire of noble courage, and
although no tender feeling could be detected in his stern features, yet
they were not altogether devoid of generosity. He was a model of
mountain beauty, wild, majestic, and free from artful decoration. A
simple Moorish tunic, which the most humble of his followers might wear,
covered his manly figure, and the only mark of distinction by which his
dignity could be recognized was a scarf of green, the sacred colour, and
a large buckler on which was portrayed a noble lion, surmounted by the
Arabic motto,[28]

    _Edem pasban derwish est aslan._[29]

Cañeri gazed in astonishment, and almost bereft of the powers of
utterance could only exclaim----

"El Feri!"

"Yes!" answered he. "El Feri de Benastepar arrives in time to witness
the honorable occupation of his colleague in command, whilst our brave
companions remain unburied and rotting on these wild solitudes, and the
proud Christian pursues us like the hungry tiger, giving us not a
moment's repose; whilst our forces have been routed and slaughtered by
the victorious Alonso de Aguilar, and the few that have escaped his
murderous sword, in conjunction with El Feri, are compelled to seek for
safety in disguise and flight; I thought we should meet with succour and
assistance in the mountain home of Cañeri--and how do I meet him? Not
ready in arms to cover our retreat; not laudably occupied in providing
resources for our dispirited soldiers, but meanly courting the
blandishments of a Christian slave. Weak and forlorn and despairing, my
few brave comrades are stretched on yonder street, fainting through
want, and worn out with fatigue. I call upon Cañeri for help, and I find
that the power which was intrusted to him for our mutual defence is
basely employed, not against the common enemy, but a feeble defenceless
female! Shame, Moor! shame! But that I reverence the public voice that
named thee chief, and that I desire not to arrogate to myself a
retributive justice, I myself would wrench from thee that command which
thou shamest, and entrust it to the hands of men more worthy."

Cañeri remained some time speechless and abashed. Amazement, confusion
and terror alternately occupied his distracted mind; the taunts and
rebukes which El Feri had so lavishly bestowed, roused his anger almost
to madness. His heart boiled in a frenzied ebullition to which he durst
not give utterance, for he well knew that he himself would be the first
victim of its explosion. Convulsed with rage at the imagined insult, he
seemed ready to dart upon the arrogant censor of his actions, but the
tremendous power of his fellow-chief suddenly paralyzed his arm. It was
the fierce mastiff burning to rush upon the terrible bull, yet
restrained by the conscious superiority of the noble animal.

Twice the hand of Cañeri was involuntarily directed towards his dagger,
and twice some sudden recollection seemed to arrest its progress. And
then he strove to conceal the incautious movement from the eagle eye of
El Feri; but the inward workings of his soul were easily detected by the
keen penetration of that chief. He stood unmoved, and whilst a sardonic
smile curled his lip, he said in a voice of dreadful import----

"Cañeri, thou darest not. I see thy dastardly intention, but thou hast
not the boldness to practise what thy heart has the baseness to
dictate:--another such a movement, and thou liest a corpse at my feet."

As he uttered these last words, his brow was darkened, and his eye
flashed with indignation. Cañeri, if somewhat deficient in the manly
virtues of a warrior, was amply compensated by the crafty dexterity of a
dissembler, and he now perceived the policy of hailing as a friend the
man whom he dared not defy as an enemy: he therefore with a mighty
exertion stifled his emotion, and his whole appearance became calm and
composed. Indeed an expression of mixed repentance and candour varnished
his wily and tortuous features, as he proceeded to greet El Feri with
words of amity and companionship.

"Forgive," he said, "the unwary ebullition of transient displeasure.
Thou knowest the sincerity of my sentiments towards El Feri. But, were
these even to be doubted, the welfare of the Moorish cause imperiously
requires the sacrifice of all private resentment amongst its chiefs."

"Yes," returned El Feri, "the welfare of the Moorish cause requires
union and amity between the chiefs, but these are not the only virtues
necessary to render it successful."

He uttered these words in a significant tone, which could not be
misconstrued, but to which Cañeri pretended not to give any

"Is then our danger so imminent?" he inquired.

"This very day," replied El Feri, sadly, "this very day perhaps our fate
will be decided. The victorious army of Aguilar is rapidly advancing
against us. We have been completely routed at Gergal, by forces superior
in number and discipline, and the few who have escaped the slaughter are
indebted for their safety to their knowledge of the mountain passes. We
have no time to spare; our men must be instantly put in a state of
defence or we shall be surprised unprepared: the hidden situation of
this place affords no security, since a traitor Moor is the guide of the
Christians; and to his perfidy is chiefly to be ascribed our late

This intelligence threw Cañeri into some confusion, but he soon
recovered that coolness and presence of mind which constituted his
resources in cases of emergency, and which made up for his moderate
share of personal courage.

"Friend," he cried; "it is enough--let us act."

He was on the point of sallying forth, when he was startled by a
confused murmur from without, and presently a Moor rushed in, with all
the symptoms of fear and alarm.

"Buzcur, what means this trepidation?" demanded Cañeri.

"The Christians are in sight," replied Buzcur.

"The Christians! The Christians!" echoed a hundred voices.

"Let us haste then, and prepare for our defence," exclaimed El Feri; and
he rushed forward without even noticing Theodora, for his thoughts were
too much engrossed by the public weal.

Cañeri saw him depart with visible pleasure; for though the danger
appeared great, yet he did not lose sight of his expected prey, and
casting a fierce look on the affrighted girl, he exclaimed----

"The next time we meet, thou shalt not escape me thus."

Then having with promptness secured all her means of evasion, he
hastened to join El Feri de Benastepar and his companions.

The feelings of Theodora at this unexpected event were thrown into the
highest excitement. Hope now resumed its sway, though mingled with doubt
and fear, for the sudden transition from a state of hopeless despair to
that of comparative safety, is ever attended with a misgiving of its
reality. Her deliverance from the power of the Moors appeared almost
certain; the name of Aguilar was the harbinger of victory; yet the
anticipation of her rescue caused so powerful a revulsion of feeling,
that Theodora nearly sunk under its pressure. When she had a little
recovered, she perceived, however, more clearly, that her destiny was
still involved in threatening clouds. The Christians came, but they
might be vanquished. The name of Alonso de Aguilar conjured up the
brightest hopes, but that of El Feri gave rise to as many fears.

Thus the heart of the afflicted girl fluctuated between pain and
pleasure, when the clangor of trumpets, the tramp of horses, and all the
imposing sounds of military preparations, announced to her the speedy
arrival of the eventful crisis.

In that awful moment her ideas piously reverted to heaven. She fell
prostrate on the ground, and while her countrymen were fast approaching
to join in terrific conflict with their enemies, she prayed fervently
for the assistance of her God in favor of the Christian arms.


    Le desordre partout redoublant les alarmes,

    * * * *

    Les cris que les rochers renvoyaient plus affreux,
    Enfin toute l'horreur d'un combat ténèbreux;
    Que pouvait la valeur en ce trouble funeste?
    Les uns sont morts, la fuite a sauvé tout le reste.


    Morir famosos ó vencer valientes
    Pompa triunfal ó decorosa pira
    Solo os aguarda.


Great was the confusion into which the Moors were thrown by this sudden
alarm: the appearance of El Feri, however, partially succeeded in
restoring order amongst the panic-stricken inhabitants, and revived the
fainting courage of the soldiers. In a short time, all the Moors capable
of bearing arms were ready for defence, whilst the old and infirm, the
women and children, busied themselves in collecting their scanty goods,
and placing them securely on their beasts of burthen, as they
anticipated the probability of a speedy retreat from their habitations.
They evinced no signs of sorrow or reluctance at the prospect of
abandoning their homes, for they had been too well enured to the
uncertainties of a wandering and predatory life, to betray marks of
impatience or anger at an event which necessity had taught them to look
upon with indifference.

El Feri, having placed himself at the head of a brave and chosen party,
boldly sallied from the town to meet the Christians, hoping that by a
courageous effort, he might check their course, and afford time to his
associate in command, the better to organise his means of resistance.
The Christians advanced gallantly to the attack, shouting their war cry
of _Santiago y cierra España_, which was answered by the Moors with the
sound of Allah! illah! allah!

Twice the Christians rushed onwards with impetuosity, and twice they
were repulsed with equal fierceness and courage. Again they closed in
the conflict, collecting new energies, and exerting their utmost
strength. Don Alonso de Aguilar now appeared conspicuous amongst his
companions, directing every movement with cool intrepidity, and
animating his followers with the example of valorous achievement; his
ponderous sword, reeking with blood, gleamed on high, a beacon of
victory; and death marked his progress as he waded through the field of
strife. The numbers and better discipline of the Spaniards, at length
began to prevail: the rebels wavered, and terror soon spread through
their ranks. In vain did El Feri exert his utmost powers to rally the
discomfited Moors; in vain did his flashing eye kindle; in vain did he
labour to animate their sinking hearts; fruitless was the strength of
his arm in stemming the torrent that overwhelmed them: his animating
voice, as he called to them the remembrance of their country, was lost
in the wild confusion which prevailed, and the few that adhered faithful
to him, sealed their devotion with their blood. The rest fled for
safety, and El Feri was at length compelled to retreat precipitately
into the town.

The Christians paused for a moment in their victorious career. They were
about to enter the lion's den; as, from the covert to which the rebels
had betaken themselves, they could spread destruction through the ranks
of their advancing enemies in comparative security. The Christians were
likewise aware that the Moors, although defeated, were not subdued; and
they had more to fear from their treacherous ambuscade, than from their
courage in open fight.

In the mean time, El Feri succeeded in rallying his scattered forces,
and in conjunction with those of Cañeri, prepared for a second
encounter: he had, however, taken care to distribute the most expert of
his adherents in concealed situations, whence they could more
effectually annoy the Christians with their missiles. These hidden foes
proved extremely fatal to the Spaniards; blows dealt with security, and
from invisible hands, laying prostrate many of their gallant soldiers.
Don Antonio de Leyva had penetrated into the town, with the unrestrained
impetuosity of youth, reckless of all danger; but El Feri and Cañeri
disputed their ground inch by inch, whilst the renegade, in another
quarter, was making dreadful havoc amongst his former fellow-countrymen.

Night had now began to lour, but the fury of the combatants, instead of
abating, seemed to acquire additional power, in proportion as death
reduced their numbers. The Moor and the Christian fell, but immediately
their places were supplied by others, equally ready to lay down their
lives at the shrine of victory or revenge. The town of Alhacen was now
become the scene of indiscriminate carnage, and on every side death
appeared busy in counting its victims. The Christians, however, advanced
slowly, in consequence of the destruction dealt amongst them by the
shafts of their concealed adversaries, who had converted every house
into a fortress, whence they could with difficulty be dislodged. In
order, therefore, to foil this deadly warfare, they had recourse to a
still more terrible expedient: they applied the blazing torch to the
inflammable habitations of their enemies; a rising gale seconded their
intentions, and the greedy flames spreading widely round, the town was
soon enveloped in one promiscuous conflagration. Large volumes of red
foggy flame pierced at intervals through the dense columns of smoke that
rose in undulating sweep, flinging around a pestilential suffocation;
whilst the shrill screams of the women, the cries of the wounded, the
despairing shouts of the defenders, the howling of the blast, and the
crackling of the raging blaze, united in one wild reverberation, that
seemed to strike dismay into the heart of the bravest.

But the frenzied courage of the Moors, instead of yielding, acquired new
impetus when they beheld their dwellings a prey to the ravenous flames.
Furiously they fought by the light of the conflagration, and as the
fitful wind flung high the clouds of smoke, and the unresisting fire
assumed the mastery, you might see by their dark reflection the grim
visages of the infuriate foes distended with rage, and each arm with
fearful grasp raising the deadly weapon, flashing upon his adversary:
then they were all again concealed in the wreathing folds of the
impervious fog which closed upon them.

The principal street of the town now presented a ruinous and desolate
aspect; both parties were concentrating their efforts in this spot, and
here the combat raged with the greatest violence. Again the blast swept
along, bearing before it the masses of black suffocating vapour, but in
a clearer interval the eagle glance of Alonso de Aguilar had descried
the terrible form of El Feri, now animating his followers, and now
darting amongst the foremost of the assailants. He eagerly rushed
forward to encounter hand to hand the formidable enemy of the
Christians, crying aloud,----

"Turn, rebel Moor; turn, traitor, and receive thy reward from the sword
of Alonso de Aguilar." El Feri readily obeyed the summons, and
springing upon his enemy, with his uplifted weapon he dealt a tremendous
blow on the shield of Aguilar and almost clove it asunder. A furious
combat ensued, the results of which were soon lost in a huge mass of
smoke. But now a wild cry rent the air; it was the death knell of the
Moors, that rung prophetic on the blast--hope affrighted fled from their
hearts, for El Feri had fallen. The mighty chief drew his stern features
into a condensed expression of resolute despair; his face assumed an
ashy hue, and his frozen lip curled with an expression of scornful
defiance. Dimly but ferociously his eyes were bent on his conqueror,
whilst his sinewy hand grasped firmly the weapon it could no longer
wield. The gigantic frame of the Moor was convulsed, and his soul
struggled fiercely to recover the lost energies of its frame. El Feri
had fallen, but even prostrate and defenceless, he seemed still
formidable; for even in its ruins, manly strength and noble courage must
ever strike the mind with a sensation of awe.

Don Alonso de Aguilar gazed intently on the foe now lying at his feet. A
single blow, and his country would be for ever freed from her most
redoubted enemy. But Don Alonso beheld that enemy defenceless, and his
arm refused to strike, for his heart was too generous to admit at that
moment of political considerations: he turned, therefore, and pursued
his victorious course against those who were still able to offer

Meantime Don Antonio de Leyva had succeeded in driving Cañeri out of the
town. Before this chief the houseless Moors fled in confusion and
dismay. By the gloomy reflection that reddened the sky, a caravan was
now seen moving in irregular groups towards the thickest recesses of the
mountains. As the fugitives who composed it looked behind, they saw
their late dwellings fast reducing to ashes; but alas! they deplored not
the sight of their flaming homes, for they who had adopted the
wilderness for their country, cared but little on what spot their
habitations were fixed. They left behind pledges far more endearing, in
whom their loss was irremediable, for amongst the flying throng, there
was not one who had not to lament a father, a husband or a son, whose
remains were soon to mingle their ashes with those of their dwellings.

Don Alonso de Aguilar soon put to flight the few that still remained,
and he pursued his march through streets obstructed at every step with
broken armour, masses of the falling houses, or the more distressing
impediments of mangled and bleeding bodies. The fire lighted his steps
through that scene of horror, and often his unguided tread was answered
by a smothered groan from a dying man, who was still sensible of the
rude pressure. He saw many a Moor, grim in the last writhings of death,
still betraying symptoms of unconquered hatred; and then he stumbled on
the bodies of his valiant comrades, some of whom he recognized,--the
bravest of his band! For many were the victims about to perish in the
flames, and mingle their ashes in that vast ruin, where Moors and
Christians, separated by mutual hate in life, would be finally united
in the embrace of death.

Some of the unfortunate wounded mournfully supplicated their comrades
that passed over them to terminate their sufferings; and others, who
were already deprived of the powers of speech, sent an imploring look of
sorrowful import. Aguilar saw the helpless victims he could not assist,
and his compassion was strongly excited, as he pressed forward in the
pursuit of the flying enemy. Thus he traversed the deserted and
perishing town, when he was suddenly arrested by the piercing shrieks of
a female in distress.

He paused, and surveying the place, he perceived that they proceeded
from a large house to which the devouring flames had already
communicated. Don Alonso boldly rushed forward; his pity required no
stimulus, but yet it was considerably heightened, when as he approached
the building, the cries of affliction were clearly distinguishable in
the Spanish tongue. He darted with velocity to the spot, and rushed
through the fiery clouds that enveloped the house. He passed the
entrance--traversed the court--reached the stairs--mounted them with the
eager alacrity of youth, and guided by the distressing sounds, he at
length attained the door of an apartment which was strongly fastened. In
an instant it gave way to his powerful strength, when amidst the obscure
fog that was fast filling the room, Don Alonso perceived a female form
kneeling on the ground, in the attitude of one who had abandoned all
hope from mortal assistance.

The noise of the bursting door had called the attention of the
unfortunate towards that direction, and when she beheld her deliverer,
she uttered a cry of joy, and sprung eagerly into his arms. But the
sudden transition from a state of anguish and despair, to that of hope
and life, was too much for her to bear. Scarcely had the lovely sufferer
contemplated the prospect of a rescue, than overpowered by tumultuous
feelings, her energies faltered; the blood forsook its channels to
return to its fountain source, and Don Alonso de Aguilar received a
lifeless burthen into his arms. The danger was appalling, for the
flames had already enveloped the house, and the undaunted warrior, more
apprehensive for the safety of his charge than for his own, hastened to
snatch her from the dreadful spot.

Aguilar supported the unconscious female with one arm, whilst with the
other he gathered together the light and flowing drapery with which she
was attired, lest the inflammable nature of the material might attract
the fire. Thus he reached the summit of the stairs. There for a moment
he stood aghast, for the wooden steps had already become the prey of the
fiery element, and a descent appeared totally impracticable. In this
emergency, Don Alonso firmly grasped his lovely burden, and with a
promptness of decision and rapidity of execution congenial to his
character, he threw himself fearlessly from the place, and clearing the
flaming obstruction, alighted on the floor, without sustaining any
injury. Dauntless he pierced through the rolling mist; he gained the
entrance, crossed it, and arrived safely in the street.

But now he felt anxious for the beautiful being he had snatched from a
fiery tomb; he tore away part of her garments which had attracted the
consuming flames, and in a short time he recalled her to a consciousness
of life and feeling. It was a lovely girl whom Don Alonso had saved, for
the excessive emotion under which she laboured was not sufficient to
obscure the charms with which nature had so liberally gifted her.

"Where am I?" she demanded, languidly opening her eyes.

"Fear nothing, gentle maiden," answered Aguilar, "you are with a

"Oh save me! Save me from the Moors," she cried vehemently; not yet
entirely aware into whose power she had fallen.

"Those rebels cannot harm you," exclaimed her preserver, "they fly like
timorous deer before our triumphant banners, and you are now by the side
of Alonso de Aguilar."

The welcome sound of this glorious name acted powerfully on the feelings
of Theodora and, perfectly tranquillised, she cried with ardour--

"Thanks! thanks! to that God, who will not forsake his creatures in the
hour of peril!" then turning to Don Alonso, she continued,--"The head of
the Aguilars will not forsake an unfortunate child of the house of

Don Alonso was struck with a well known name; but as Theodora appeared
too much exhausted for an explanation, without inquiring into the cause
of the strange situation in which he found her, he contented himself
with repeating his assurances of protection.

"Duty," he added, "summons me hence, but you shall find nothing wanting
on my part to insure your safety. In my house at Granada, and from my
daughter Leonor, you will experience all the kindness that may tend to
mitigate your sorrows, until you are restored to the embrace of your
venerable parent."

He then turned to one of his attendants, and proceeded:--

"Ramirez, you will conduct this lady to Granada: to your protection I
commend her, and see that she be treated with all the consideration due
to the charge of Alonso de Aguilar."

Ramirez bowed, and singling out an escort of a dozen men, prepared to
obey his leader's orders; whilst Don Alonso, taking leave of Theodora,
proceeded with his conquering band to join Don Antonio de Leyva. Each
took a different way, and in a short time left the ill-fated town to the
melancholy possession of the dying and the dead; occupied alone by the
few wretches, to whom a spark of lingering life still adhered, and whose
sufferings were shortly to be terminated in the general conflagration
now fast approaching to its crisis.


    La cosa mas alegre que en la vida,
    Permite al ser mortal humana gloria,
    Es la patria del hombre tan querida
    Despues de alguna prospera victoria.

                                _Lope de Vega._

    Ah! che per tutto io veggo
    Qualche oggetto funesto!


Granada now presented a scene of animated confusion. The repeated
successes of the Christians against the rebels, and the intelligence
lately received of the defeat of El Feri de Benastepar, with the total
destruction of his forces, filled the inhabitants of that city with joy.
Various bands of musicians paraded the gay and busy streets, uniting
their harmonious strains with the more solemn sounds of the bells,
whilst the joyous laugh, and other clamorous evidences of pleasure,
filled the air with a confused yet pleasing din.

It was amidst this tumult of rejoicing, that Theodora entered the city
of Granada. Her party had travelled slowly, so that the intelligence of
the recent victory had reached the place before them, and they were not
surprised at the extraordinary excitement of popular feeling. The
animated scene served, in some degree, to draw her mind from its gloomy
recollections, for during her journey she had again relapsed into her
former state of despondency. She was now traversing the principal
streets of that far-famed and renowned city, so long the grand arena of
the Moslem's greatness, now the undisputed dominion of the victorious
Christian. Every step she advanced exhibited some new object to awaken
her curiosity or excite her feelings, such as a stranger must feel upon
arriving at a city so lately rescued from the possession of an
hereditary enemy.

Relics of Moorish grandeur were every where discernible; every street,
every building, nay the very pavement on which they trod, teemed with
associations of by-gone glory and departed power. The city was now
chiefly inhabited by Spaniards; yet a considerable portion of its
population consisted of Moors, who scrupulously adhered to their
national costume, strikingly contrasted by its gaiety with the less
fanciful but more manly attire of the Christians. The two people widely
differed in all points, though now enclosed within the same precincts.
Two mortal and implacable enemies, united in apparent friendship,
paraded the streets, or tenanted the dwellings of Granada.

The high balconies of the city were hung with costly drapery, and the
turrets of the magnificent palaces adorned with a profusion of large
waving banners and gay pennons. Every window was crowded with rank and
beauty, witnessing the gambols of the merry children or the boisterous
recreations of the populace. The streets themselves afforded a quaint
and curious spectacle, for in promiscuous and gay confusion were seen
the splendid apparel of the noble, and the modest garb of the peasant;
the shining armour and waving plumes of the Christian warrior, and the
gaudy fantastic habiliments of the Moslem. With them appeared the solemn
and lugubrious vestments of the ecclesiastical dignitaries, and the
coarse habit and shaven crown of the monk.

Theodora was lost in wonder, so numerous and so whimsically contrasted
were these various objects. But amongst this motley assemblage there
were some who appeared more capable of interesting her heart and her
fancy. She espied those who were no sincere partakers of the general
joy, and whose sad eye and clouded brow belied the accents of their
tongue. Some, who vainly strove to animate their countenances with a
pleasure that was foreign to their hearts. The dejected and down-fallen
Moors were among these; for though they had submitted to the Christian
government, and admitted to the fullest extent the criminality of their
fellow-countrymen, yet they could not but be sensible that it was the
defeat and annihilation of their friends and former companions that
occasioned these demonstrations of joy. Besides, they felt the pangs of
shame and degradation, rendered still more poignant by a consciousness
of the superior courage of those whose destruction they were now in some
measure compelled to celebrate. To this was added the painful
conviction, that although they might outwardly be treated by the
Spaniards as fellow-subjects, no true sentiment of esteem and friendship
could be awakened in the breasts of those who must always consider them
as vanquished enemies. Besides the hatred which rankled alike in the
hearts of the followers of the Cross and those of the Crescent, a
hatred, which had been hereditary for many ages, was of itself an
insurmountable obstacle to the friendly conjunction of two such
different people. The Moors were therefore a prey to the most galling
reflections, and smarting under the bitterest disappointment, at the
very time that pleasure and contentment alone seemed to hold dominion
in Granada.

Theodora beheld these unfortunates with a lively sensation of pity,
though they had certainly little claim to it. The image of the odious
Cañeri was of itself sufficient to banish any kindly feeling; yet they
were forlorn and wretched, and this was alone a sacred title to the
sympathies of her generous soul. She was, however, soon obliged to
recall her thoughts to a subject of individual interest, for as she was
doubling the _Plaza nueva_,[30] amongst the various Moors that paraded
about, her eyes lighted on one that struck a sensation of dread to her
very heart. It was Bermudo the renegade! She could not be deceived in
his person, though his outward appearance had undergone a material
alteration. The ingenuity which had changed his dress and disguised his
manner, could not however alter the peculiar expression of his eye, and
the chilling tranquil sternness of his features. Theodora trembled, for
she perceived that she had been recognised by the renegade, who
intensely fixed his eyes upon her, as though her person powerfully
arrested his attention. She turned with terror from the dreaded object,
and during the rest of her way, felt an involuntary apprehension at
looking around her.

The party of Theodora had by this time arrived at the palace of Don
Alonso de Aguilar, but an entrance was not to be effected without
considerable difficulty, all the avenues leading to it being crowded
with the multitude eager to congratulate the daughter of the victorious
warrior. The lady herself appeared for a moment at the balcony, gaily
surrounded by gallant knights and pages, waving her silken scarf in
grateful acknowledgment of these public demonstrations of respect.
Ramirez turned, and conducting his party to the back of the mansion,
sought an easier admission by the garden entrance. Theodora was soon
ushered into a splendid apartment, while her attentive conductor
proceeded alone, to fulfil his instructions to the daughter of Aguilar.

During the short interval that succeeded the departure of Ramirez, the
mind of Theodora was alternately agitated between hope and fear. Not
that she had any reason to doubt the reception she would experience from
Leonor, but she felt the painful difficulty of affording the explanation
that would naturally be required of her upon the arrival of Aguilar,
whose return was daily expected. These painful reflections, however,
were checked by the return of Ramirez, who taking the trembling hand of
Theodora, led her to Leonor's private apartment. They traversed in
silence the spacious corridors of the palace, and before Theodora had
time to collect her scattered senses, a pair of folding doors were
thrown open, and she found herself in the presence of one whom her
fervid imagination had almost portrayed as something more than mortal.

Leonor advanced gracefully to meet her guest, and observing her extreme
emotion, endeavoured to sooth it by the most friendly expressions.

"So lovely a being," she said, as she led the passive Theodora towards
a sofa, "needed not the recommendation of my noble parent, to be
received with cordial hospitality by his daughter;--but rest yourself,"
she continued, "for you must be in want of repose, after the journey you
have undergone."

Theodora, notwithstanding this reassuring tone, was unable to give
utterance to the acknowledgments of her grateful heart. There was
something in the whole appearance of Leonor that contributed to heighten
her natural timidity, and even the kindness and affability of the
daughter of Aguilar could not entirely dissipate an indefinable
sensation of awe, which Theodora felt in her presence. She had been at
first sight struck by the imposing and majestic beauty of Leonor,
together with the dazzling splendour in which she was attired. Her
senses were bewildered in the contemplation of so much grandeur and

Indeed Leonor de Aguilar was designed by nature to produce those
sensations in minds far more familiar with scenes of greatness and
power than the simple and unsophisticated heart of the guileless
Theodora. Leonor de Aguilar was a model of that peculiar beauty which
partakes at once of the lovely graces of her own sex, with some of the
more decided attributes of man. Her form was largely but most elegantly
framed, and exhibited a classic boldness of contour that perfectly
harmonized with her stateliness of carriage. Her complexion was of a
transparent brown, mellowed by the rich rosy tint that played over it,
and her large brilliant eyes sparkled with dazzling and energetic fire.
Dark glossy tresses overshadowed her oval face, where a beautiful shaped
aquiline nose, and lips of the deepest carnation, contributed to give
her countenance an expression of striking brilliancy. Yet there was
something stern in the resolute flash of her eye, and the bold curl of
her lip. A slight tincture of hauteur was likewise occasionally to be
detected, through the affability of manner by which she was
characterized; and in the very tone of her voice, even when attuned to
the softest expressions of kindness and regard, there was a chord that
vibrated upon the ear, which told of conscious superiority and masculine
genius. Yet these peculiarities were favorable to the commanding style
of her beauty, and served to heighten the impression which her natural
attractions could not fail to produce.

"But come," said Leonor, after the first salutations, and when Theodora
felt a little reassured; "come, I must introduce you to the grand
saloon, where some of the first nobility of Spain are now assembled: I
am sure," she added with a smile, "those gallant knights will be greatly
beholden to me for bringing so lovely an addition to their society."

"Your kind flattery," replied Theodora, "would certainly arouse a
feeling of vanity, if any such, alas! still lingered in my heart; but at
present sad recollections too severely oppress me to render society
desirable: besides, I should feel myself lost amidst so brilliant an

"Well," continued Leonor, "I will not impose any exertion upon my fair
guest that may not accord with the present state of her mind; let us,
however, hope that her sorrows are not so deeply rooted but that, in the
kindness of her friends, she may soon find some alleviation. Yet," she
added, "if you will not join in our festivities, you will at least be
able to witness them, without inconvenience, from your casement. The
grand procession will presently move towards the cathedral, to return a
solemn thanksgiving for the successes of the Christian arms. The queen
will shortly leave her palace, attended with the flower of Spanish
warriors, and all the rank and beauty of Granada. And now, my gentle
friend," she continued in a kind tone, "I shall be obliged for a time to
leave you, as my attendance on the queen is absolutely required."

She then appointed two of her maids to attend on her guest, and renewing
her assurances of regard and friendship, she retired, leaving the
unfortunate daughter of Monteblanco deeply impressed with gratitude and

Upon the departure of Leonor, Theodora drew near the window, and gazed
on the moving multitude below. The increased clamour of the populace,
and an unusual hurrying to and fro, together with the tolling of the
cathedral bells, now announced that the procession had left the palace,
and was approaching. Soon after, the sumptuous cavalcade came in sight,
slowly moving forwards. A magnificent banner was borne at the head of
the procession, displaying the cross of Santiago, patron of Spain,
gorgeously embroidered thereon, and followed by the knights of that
noble military order, in their grand ceremonial costumes. After them,
came those of the order of Calatrava, with their brave and renowned
maestre at their head. A long train of noblemen and knights, all
martially equipped, and mounted on beautiful steeds, succeeded, bearing
amongst them the spoils taken in the late conflicts. Isabella herself at
last appeared, seated on a superb milk-white charger, with the ease and
elegance of a perfect equestrian. She was immediately attended by the
Count de Tendilla, governor of the city, and the Archbishop of Toledo
and that of Granada, who were to officiate at the cathedral. The
splendor of the cavalcade was diversified by ranks of friars and monks
of various orders, who moved in regular order, mingling the sounds of
solemn anthems to the notes of clarions and other warlike instruments.
Then the incense rose to the sky, flinging around a grateful odour,
whilst the din and confusion of the overwhelming throng that closed the
march, evinced the interest which the scene excited in the minds of the

Theodora gazed after the procession until it gradually diminished in the
distance, and the clamorous noise was gradually subdued into a tranquil
and pleasing murmur. The pageant moved forward to the cathedral, where a
grand _Te Deum_ was sung, and a thousand voices united in heartfelt
gratitude to that awful power which had been so propitious to the
Christian people.

Theodora now retired from the casement, and abandoned herself to her
former thoughts. The sumptuous display she had just witnessed forcibly
recalled her mind to the subject of its constant meditations. Alas!
amongst the host of gallant knights that composed the scene, the best
and bravest was not there; and the image of her murdered lover, arrayed
in terror, rose sadly before the imagination of Theodora. Her
attendants, ignorant of the nature of her sorrows, but in the true
spirit of female compassion, endeavoured to divert her thoughts to more
pleasing channels. The mind may be better weaned from scenes of past
distress, by interesting the curiosity, than by a consolation which
often, instead of healing the lacerated heart, serves but to increase
the torture of the wound.

The kind females, therefore, led Theodora to view the interior of the
palace, which, from its venerable antiquity, and the interesting relics
of Moorish taste and ornament it contained, afforded a subject for
curious investigation. The quaint and fantastic carvings of the cornices
of the grand saloon, together with its Arabic devices and decorations,
and the mosaic pavement, harmonized strangely with the armorial bearings
and heavily grouped emblems of Christian panoplies.

Theodora gazed on these warlike trophies with a listless indifference,
but when she came to a long gallery hung round with pictures, both of
Christian and Moorish subjects, her feelings were powerfully excited,
and she beheld those living mockeries of departed greatness with a deep
sensation of awe. Many a picture was there which recorded the faded
splendour of the Moslems. Many a scene of the chivalrous tales and
amours of the valiant Gazul and the love-smitten Lindaraxa, and other
characters now highly prized in Moorish legend. These scenes of private
and individual interest were artificially mixed with other
representations of a more general and dignified nature. Battles and
sieges and valorous deeds of Mahomedan warriors were gaudily portrayed
by the Moorish artist, who had taken care to bestow with his pencil a
gratuitous splendor upon the exploits of his countrymen, as they passed
in review under his hand. These works were succeeded by others of a very
different character, in which the Christian artist had ingeniously taken
the hint from his Mahomedan rival, and had fairly outdone the infidel in
the fierce and indomitable expression of his heroes.

These were followed by a series of portraits, both of living personages
and others who were long since dead. Amongst these, Theodora saw the
mighty form of Alonso de Aguilar, on whose noble countenance was stamped
that commanding expression which brought vividly to her memory the image
of his daughter Leonor. There also stood as in life the renowned and
terrible Ruy Diaz de Vivar, surnamed _El Cid Campeador_,[31] mounted on
his scarcely less celebrated charger Babieca, both actively engaged in
the destruction of their Moorish enemies; for it is a received
tradition that the animal had an instinctive horror and abhorrence of
the infidels, and accordingly never lost an opportunity of exhibiting
towards them his patriotic propensities by the force of his bites and
kicks. There was likewise the awful and sanctified figure of the apostle
_Santiago_, riding like a whirlwind through the air, on his milk-white
horse, and accomplishing in his progress those wonderful and miraculous
deeds which have so much embellished the pages of the old legends, and
from whose rich sources the romancers have derived such heroic spirit
and power. The portraits of the Catholic Ferdinand, and his noble spouse
Isabella, were also there, together with many other Christian sovereigns
and warriors, who had played conspicuous parts in the history of their

Theodora unconsciously wandered along until she had nearly reached the
extremity of the gallery, when, as she was about to return, her eye
suddenly alighted on a figure that thrilled the inmost fibres of her
frame. It was _him_ she saw, so truly portrayed and so exact in every
lineament, that the painted canvas seemed endowed with life. Gomez Arias
was there; his bold demeanor, his proud smile, the intelligent glance of
his eye--all, all was religiously preserved in that inanimate
counterpart of living reality. Theodora gazed and gazed, until her
dilated eyes seemed ready to start from their orbits. The unfortunate
girl was rivetted to the spot, for she felt a melancholy pleasure in
dwelling on the semblance of those handsome features. She descried all
the graces of her lover in that perfect memorial of him, and her own
vivid imagination imparted to it life and passion. She stood before the
picture, till she fancied her lover present, earnestly gazing on her
immovable form, and she felt a portion of that happiness which he never
failed to create when he whispered the ardent vows of everlasting love.

Theodora remained some time plunged in a tide of feeling, painful yet
pleasing, and in the recollection of past scenes she almost forgot the
horrid fate of Gomez Arias. She gazed, and in the height of her
enthusiasm she was happy; but, alas! how short, how transient was the
delusion which, when dissolved, would tend to sink her deeper in
affliction! The brazen, heavy voice of the cathedral bell suddenly broke
the magic charm. Theodora started from her reverie, and all again became
a chaos of misery and despondence.

The pageant was now returning from the Cathedral, and once more the
tolling of bells and the martial strains rung in the air. Theodora,
unwilling to betray her situation to her attendants, returned to her
apartment, where she endeavoured to conceal her emotion as well as the
high excitement of her feelings would permit.

The generous Leonor soon repaired to her charge.

"Come," said she, as she entered, "I suppose you will at least grace the
convivial table, since I could not prevail on you to adorn the

"Suffer me," gently answered Theodora, "to trespass so far on your kind
indulgence as to excuse my absence from the feast. My mind, alas! is in
no state to enjoy the revelry, and I should but cast a gloom on the
brilliancy of the scene."

Leonor had a superior knowledge of human nature, and an unusual
quickness of discernment. She prudently considered that consolation
could much better be promoted by a gentle and timely acquiescence with
the desires of the afflicted, than by an overstrained and ill-timed
attempt to obtrude gaiety on a mind that was not prepared for its
admission. Theodora's request to keep her apartment was accordingly
complied with. There she passed the remainder of the day in busy
communion with her own thoughts, and bewildered in contemplating the
conduct that she ought to adopt in her unfortunate situation. Her
forlorn heart naturally and affectionately turned to the home of her
childhood; her ideas fondly returned to the pure channel from whence
they had too long wandered, and momentarily overpowered the terrors
which a consciousness of guilt presented to her imagination. Her father
would not discard his afflicted, his repentant child. Her offence
towards him had been great, but it could not be greater than the
parental anxiety, the fond, boundless affection he had ever shown to the
only remaining pledge of her mother's love, the sole descendant of his
ancient house.

These consoling reflections happily soothed the heart of Theodora. She
arose from her despondency with a sudden start of resolution, and
determined that on the moment her generous deliverer should arrive, she
would acquaint him with her wishes, and crave his assistance to conduct
her to the feet of her sorrowing parent.


    Così gl'interi giorni in lungo incerto
    Sonno gemo! ma poi quando la bruna
    Notte gli astri nel ciel chiama e la luna
    E il freddo aer di mute ombre è coverto;
    Dove selvoso è il piano è più deserto
    Allor lento io vagando, ad una ad una
    Palpo le piaghe onde la rea fortuna
    E amore e il mondo hanno il mio core aperto.

                                _Ugo Foscolo._

It was night, gentle and serene, such a night as in the favored clime of
Andalusia is wont to succeed the sultriness of a summer's day. The
bright canopy of heaven shone in passionless serenity, emblazoned with
its countless stars. The moon flung a solemn light on the tall palaces
and stately turrets of Granada, and tinged the citron groves of Don
Alonso's garden with a flood of chaste and silvery splendor. The placid
beams reposed calmly and unbroken on the bosom of the still lake, or
danced fitfully on the bubbling eddies of the limpid water, as it fell
on the marble basin with a refreshing sound.

How beautiful this calm! In such a spot as this could the wearied mind
taste of the sweet repose of an earthless spirit. But hark! the
breathless silence is violated by a low harsh sound. It is the grating
voice of yonder ponderous Moorish casement. It opens, and a female form
is there wrapped in contemplation; her eye is fixed, her figure
motionless. She now raises the trembling fingers to her white forehead,
and reclines on her arm, as she watches, with the unconscious gaze of an
absent mind, the sportive waters as they played below. She seemed to
delight in the soft stillness, and to gather fresh life amidst the
mysterious shades that reigned around. Spirit-like, she sat in the
frowning window, enrobed in shadow, and the cold whiteness that
pencilled out her form, seemed to array it with the character of a
living statue.

It was Theodora--the hapless Theodora, who, a prey to the rooted
melancholy that consumed her, had left her couch to enjoy undisturbed
the luxury of grief. The garden soon brought to her fancy recollections
of past scenes, and the source of all her present misfortunes. It was in
a garden, and on such nights as these that her meetings with Gomez Arias
had taken place, as well as the last interview which had decided her
fate, and given birth to all the miseries which followed. Tranquil and
serene was all around; Theodora felt a wild and romantic sensation of
delight, while gazing on objects fraught with associations of past bliss
and present misery. The hallowed placidity of the blue vaulted heavens;
the soft whispering of the foliage that slumbered in the cold moonlight;
the spectre-like appearance of the tall trees, which stood partly
enrobed in shadowy darkness, and partly glowing in serene and chastened
splendor; the gentle murmuring of the sportive breeze--all tended to
lead her senses into a delusive, but pleasing reverie. She listened, and
thought she heard _his_ voice. She looked tremblingly as if in the
expectation of the appearance of her lover. The thicket of myrtle
rustles and shakes, and flings on the air its load of fragrance, when
from its green bosom softly steals forward a tall and majestic figure.

Could it be possible? Or had her bewildered imagination conjured up the
airy phantom to deceive her? It was _he_--Gomez Arias--and as she gazed
intensely, the shadow moved slowly along, lengthening in the moonlight
as it proceeded. No delusion was here; it was indeed her lover she
beheld, moving with the same graceful manner as when she saw him last in
the garden of her father. The phantom approached, not in the unearthly
sickly semblance of a tenant of the tomb, but radiant with the joy of a
successful lover; his eye beaming with the glow of life. It moved! it
passed! 'tis gone--and Theodora, in the complication of her feelings,
remained with her eyes fixed, looking intently on the space where she
had distinguished the form of her lover.

During some time she remained plunged in a delightful trance, till the
solemn knell of a neighbouring convent, summoning the cloistered monks
to their orisons, suddenly dissolved the potent charm, and banished the
bright illusion for the reality of sorrow. The dear image of her lover
had departed, and a veil of gloom seemed to fall over the surrounding
scene. An unearthly dullness pervaded the air; the night wind sighed
mournfully through the rustling boughs of the trees; the moon threw a
colourless light from behind a shroud of clouds, and the semblance of
death seemed to reign around.

Theodora could no longer sustain the dreary scene, and she hurried back
to her couch, to linger through the night in the unavailing attempt to
court repose. Alas! refreshing sleep came not to close her weary
eyelids. At intervals, indeed, a heavy slumber stole over her, but so
oppressive was its influence, that she struggled hard to regain her
senses. The night wore away, and the morning dawned, but it brought no
alleviation to her sorrow. At an early hour she rose from her couch,
and, as if led by an instinctive impulse, she drew near the window that
commanded a view of the garden. There, musing on the vision of her past
night, she was surprised by the entrance of Lisarda, one of her
attendants. She came bustling in with an air of importance, and
apparently with a firm resolution that no opportunity should escape in
the proffer of her good services, and in the exercise of her loquacious

"Good day, sweet lady! Save you, my dear lady! How have you passed the
night?--Very composedly I trow, for this is a most quiet and sequestered
apartment: but, our Lady defend us! how pale you look;--surely, you are
not ill?--_La virgen nos valga_.[32] Samuel Mendez shall be commanded
here forthwith; for this same Samuel, you must know, is a very sapient
leech, and well versed in occult medical science, though a very dog of a
cursed unbelieving Jew;[33] he shall be sent for anon; there is no cause
to fear him, for the infidel dare not use any of his poisonous drugs to
such as you, my sweet lady. The _Samaritano_[34] would answer with his
life any mischance to yours; and that is methinks a right way of
effecting cures. So permit me to send for Samuel Mendez."

"Thank you most kindly," answered Theodora, "but my disease is not to be
removed by the powers of medicine. Alas! it is seated in the mind," she
added, smiling sadly, "and there all the science of Samuel Mendez would
be unavailing."

"Cheer up, my sweet lady," returned Lisarda, "for this is a time of
rejoicing at Granada, and it would be a pity to have one sorrowful heart
amidst the revelries of this mansion. Good heavens! we are all mad for
joy in the very anticipation of so much feasting and merry-making."

"I congratulate you sincerely," said Theodora, "though I cannot be a
partaker of the general joy."

"Oh, but you must," exclaimed Lisarda, "you must be glad, aye, and
rejoice too;--and how can you in troth do otherwise, seeing that our
master, Don Alonso de Aguilar, is hourly expected in the city?"

"It will indeed," returned Theodora, "throw a beam of comfort into my
poor heart to behold my brave and generous deliverer, and to pour forth
the tribute of my humble gratitude, which he so justly deserves."

"His arrival," continued Lisarda, with marvellous volubility of tongue,
"is the signal of numberless pleasures; for now, thank God and the
mighty _Santiago_, the Moors have had such a dressing that they will be
in no humour for some time to renew their unruly frolics, and that happy
event which we have so long a time been anxiously awaiting will at last
be accomplished."

"Yes," said Theodora, mechanically, "peace will be restored."

"Aye, peace will be restored," quoth she of the expeditious tongue;
"peace will be restored; and in sooth how should it not? But then that
is not the only happiness in store for the friends and retainers of Don

As she said this, Lisarda looked steadfastly on Theodora, as if
expecting to be questioned about the said happiness, but as she
perceived no symptoms of such an intention, she found the necessity of
affording both questions and answers, lest the dialogue should draw to a
conclusion, a catastrophe much dreaded by the good Lisarda.

"Now, by _San Jose Bendito_!" she continued in the tone of one that is
most good-naturedly inclined to give unsought-for information; "my
gentle lady, I would venture to assert that you cannot guess the motive
of such happy anticipations."

"I cannot indeed," answered Theodora, with indifference.

"Well, I will keep you no longer in suspense, since you evince so
anxious a desire to be acquainted with all the particulars."

Theodora betrayed some little impatience at the unconscionable chatter
of her attendant; but the giddy maid, heedless of every thing,
continued in a tone of great delight--

"So, the Lord save us! but the happiness in question is nothing less
than a wedding."

"A wedding!" cried Theodora, with some emotion.

"Aye, a wedding," repeated Lisarda, emphatically, accompanying the
stress she laid on the word with a most appropriate movement of her head
and hands, as the right one struck the palm of its left companion, in
token of asseveration: "A wedding," she continued; "and such a wedding
too, that the like has not been seen at Granada for many, many a year.
Let them boast of their Moorish gallantry and their infidel marriages--a
fig for them! No, no; a Christian for me--a Christian, who will be
satisfied with one woman, and in truth why should he not?"

"And who is the fortunate bride?" demanded Theodora, not from any motive
of curiosity, but merely to acquiesce in the loquacious humor of her

"The bride!" exclaimed Lisarda, "the bride! why, who should be the
bride?--Have I not already told you?"

"No, indeed, you have not."

"Really," resumed Lisarda, conceitedly, "for a thoughtless silly girl, I
am the most unaccountable female in Spain."

Theodora did not attempt to contradict her, as she was certainly a most
unaccountable girl for a woman of forty.

"Well," proceeded Lisarda, "before it again slips from my memory, I must
acquaint you that the bride is no other than our beloved and most noble
mistress, the lady Doña Leonor."

"She well deserves a gentle bridegroom," observed Theodora, with

"She does in troth," replied Lisarda; "and how should she not, being as
she is? We have had no lack of suitors--aye, and the noblest. Good
Heavens! what ado there has been about it--gallants we have had,
clustering about us like bees when they flock around their queen. The
bridegroom is indeed a most deserving and accomplished cavalier; and so
he should, to be the favored choice of Doña Leonor. However, he is not
the one I patronized, and who I hoped at one time would marry my
lady--he, alas! was prevented from proceeding in so desirable an
engagement, not from any fault of his or mine either, but from an
unexpected event that presented the most insurmountable impediment to
the marriage."

"And that was--?" inquired Theodora.

"Death!" replied Lisarda: "it being rumoured and readily believed, that
the unfortunate caballero was murdered by those blood-thirsty Moors of
the Alpujarras; and indeed his long disappearance from Granada makes the
unwelcome intelligence to rest on no shallow foundation."

Theodora felt an involuntary chill at this part of her attendant's
narration; for the similarity of fate between Leonor's lover and her own
could not but be productive of a most harrowing sensation. Lisarda,
however, continued, unconscious of the pang she had inflicted.

"And it was a marvellous pity," said she, "for a more gallant and
generous cavalier was not easily to be met with in all Spain. So gentle,
so brave, so rich, and so generous withal;--now, never did he appear
before me, but he needs must force some present or other upon me; and,
indeed, spite of my shyness, I found the greatest difficulty in
resisting the acceptance of gifts which were offered in so delicate a
manner: peace be to his soul! it was always a ring, a gem, a pair of
pendants, or----"

"And what is the name of the present bridegroom?" interrupted Theodora.

"Certainly he is a sweet gallant too, and in great estimation at

"And his name is--?" inquired Theodora.

"Though, to say the truth, there are many others equally meritorious. It
is not the Maestre de Calatrava; oh, no; his attractions are rather too
mature to suit the taste of Doña Leonor."

"Who is he?" again demanded Theodora "A most handsome man, certainly;
now--but do not suppose it is Don Felix de Almagro, or young Garcilaso,
or Don Juan de---- No,----".

"Well, but, good Lisarda, what is his name?"

"Oh, he bears a most glorious name; but now I think on't, what a
thoughtless, silly girl I am; surely I was to bring you a beautiful
dress, that my lady ordered for you: sweet lady, you must forgive me; I
will run forthwith and rectify my fault."

Then, without waiting for a reply, she flew out of the room. Theodora
felt a strange sensation at the intelligence she had just received. A
wedding was shortly to be solemnized, at which her presence would
naturally be required, and the idea of witnessing a ceremony which would
bring to her mind a train of painful associations, failed not to
increase her agitation. Then she was lost in conjectures respecting the
bridegroom, and she felt impressed with a belief that he could be no
other than Don Antonio de Leyva. She felt a dread at the prospect of
appearing before him, whom her venerable parent had chosen for her
partner in life.

Theodora strove to drive away such unpleasant images, and to divert her
attention she hurried to the garden. There she walked to the same spot
where the resemblance of her lover had appeared the preceding night;
feeling a strange indefinable delight in visiting a spot endeared by the
awful visitation of her beloved and never to be forgotten Gomez Arias.
In the garden, therefore, she remained some time, now walking amidst
fragrant avenues of orange and citron, now resting on the marble edge of
the fountain, refreshing her hands and face in the transparent liquid,
or gazing on the clear and sparkling pebbles embedded on the golden
sand. Her sighs seemed attuned to the soft but melancholy sound of the
murmuring fountain, and she was insensibly falling into her wonted train
of reverie, when she was startled by the noise of advancing footsteps;
she raised her eyes and perceived a man coming directly across the path
on which she was standing; to her utter amazement, she beheld in the
disturber of her meditations the person, the very person of Roque. The
valet himself was rivetted to the spot at this mutual recognition, and
his features exhibited a curious amalgamation of sensations difficult to
be defined. He crossed himself thrice, uttered a faint ejaculation, and,
with wandering eyes and open mouth, he looked and looked again, as if
doubting the reality of what he saw. Being at length perfectly satisfied
that it was Theodora herself, the unhappy and forsaken victim of his
master, he made a hasty movement to leave the place.

"Stay, Roque, stay!" eagerly cried Theodora; "thou surely dost not mean
to leave me thus:--What alarms thee? Is it my dejected and forlorn
appearance? Alas! it may well awaken thy surprise; for deep and bitter
anguish has left its sad traces on my features."

Roque then approached, but not without casting a look around, as if
fearful of being observed.

"What ails thee, Roque?" demanded Theodora surprised; "thou
tremblest,--wherefore? What mystery is here?"

"_El cielo, San Pedro y San Pablo me valgan!_" ejaculated Roque, again
crossing himself.

"Oh!" cried Theodora, clasping her hand in eager supplication--"do not
harrow up my feelings with this suspense:--Speak!--"

"Good heavens! my lady, how came you here?"

"Alas!" answered Theodora, "the tale of my sufferings is as tedious in
length as it has been deep in sorrow; rather inform me of matters far
more interesting to my heart: tell me," she then proceeded, with
vehement earnestness, "tell me the circumstances of that horrid event
which has doomed me for ever to despair."

"That horrid event!" re-echoed Roque, with a look of marvellous

"Ah! Roque, it was a fearful deed, and not in vain did my heart warn me
with ominous forebodings."

"Yes, gentle lady," said Roque, in a tone of compunction, "it was a
fearful deed, I confess."

"And thou, Roque," continued Theodora, "thou hast to answer for a great
share of the misery which ensued."

"Alas, my dear lady! I know that my courage failed me in that dreadful
moment, but perhaps I am not wholly undeserving of pardon, for what
other course could I then pursue?"

"To fight," resolutely said Theodora.

"Fight," returned the valet, "fight! good God! you would not have had me
fight a host of ruffian Moors, would you, lady? A thousand they might
have been, for aught I know. Indeed, at the time, I lost my talent for
calculation, but they looked as many, and as for poor Roque, whom Heaven
has been pleased to endow with a most pacific temperament, thinking of
fighting a thousand Moors, he might as well be expected to engage
against Satan, backed by a whole legion of his infernal subjects."

"But was it well," rejoined Theodora, "to abandon thy master in the
hour of danger?"

"Abandon my master!" exclaimed Roque, "_válgame el cielo!_ Under favor,
Señora, it was my master that abandoned me."

"Out upon thee, fellow! I thought thee possessed of more manly feelings
than to make light with so sad a subject, and introduce an unseemly

"By all the saints in the calendar, lady--but I am in no mood for
merriment. I am not in very truth, and may the first jest I attempt to
utter strangulate me outright, before it escapes from my lips. But
really, with respect to abandoning my master, thank the blessed virgin,
that is a crime of which no one can accuse me. A man cannot help feeling
shy at engaging in broils and combats, if his star doth not propel him
thereto,--and that in verity is pretty nearly my case; but if any one is
tempted to question my fidelity, this miserable carcass of mine can bear
witness to the contrary, by displaying the honorable bruises I have
reaped in the service of my master.--Alack! had I been less constant in
following my Señor Gomez Arias, certain cudgellings and beatings without
number would not so continually have fallen to the lot of Roque."

"Darest thou speak in this strain," interposed Theodora, "when thou
betookest thyself to a shameful flight, at the very first appearance of
the Moors, leaving thy gallant and unfortunate master to be murdered at
their hands?"

At this unexpected accusation, Roque appeared astounded, and for some
time could collect no adequate term to express his surprise. He cast a
look of mixed amazement and compassion, shrugged up his shoulders, and,
in a scarcely audible tone, muttered to himself:--"Poor thing! may the
Lord preserve her--sorrow hath brought this about."

Theodora, heedless of his manner, continued;--"Alas! what was the
courage of a single man against the united force of so many enemies?"

"Aye--aye--nothing," responded Roque, "nothing certainly;--but under
favor, my good lady, though my master's courage stood ever the fairest
test, yet I do not clearly perceive how he is entitled to encomiums for
feats which, though he might, he _did_ not actually achieve."

"What!" exclaimed Theodora, with warmth, "would you even defraud his
memory of its too-well merited guerdon, the possession of a glorious

"Good my lady," humbly replied Roque, "I would not defraud my master of
a single _maravedi_, much less of so valuable a treasure as a glorious
name. But I am strangely puzzled to determine how I can deprive him of a
commodity which in my hands would lose its worth. Nor indeed can I
perceive why you bestow such commendations on the deeds of my master,
since, in the instance to which you allude, I rather suspect he was in
nowise anxious to distinguish himself."

"Thy speech," said Theodora, "is enigmatical, and wherefore it is so I
cannot surmise. But his very enemies confessed that he fought bravely,
and fell like a hero. Aye, Roque, they further added, that had you not
abandoned him in that critical moment, their victory would not have been
so easily effected."

"_Santa Barbara!_" cried Roque, more astounded than ever, "the Moors
said that? Well it was very kind of the _malandrines_ to speak in such
good terms of my honored master.--Good God! good God!" he then
continued, in a confused incoherent manner--"My lady, pray forgive my
impertinence, but will you tell me if I am awake?"

"Awake!" repeated Theodora.

"Yes, my dear lady, for either I must be now asleep, or you must have
been dreaming when the facetious Moors favored you with such an
extraordinary story."

"Oh, Roque! cease this ribaldry, so unbecoming in thee when we speak of
_him_ whom thou knowest I so much loved--when we speak of his untimely

"The death of Gomez Arias, say you!" exclaimed Roque, retreating with
increased amazement. "My master dead?--in the name of Heaven! what say
you lady!"--

"The truth;--with these unhappy eyes did I see his murdered body in the
Alpujarras:--art thou then, Roque, so ignorant of his fate?"

"Oh, quite so," replied Roque; "this is the very first intelligence I
received of such an event;--and I suppose you will tell me next that you
have seen his ghost."

"Alas!" returned Theodora, "it was but last night that I beheld his
figure as perfectly as when I saw him last in the Alpujarras!"

Roque assumed as much gravity as he was able, considering the difficulty
he had to restrain his risibility; and, supposing that the intellect of
the poor lady was impaired, in a comic serious tone observed:--"Well, my
master is a most wonderful man, that his murdered body should be food
for the ravens of the Alpujarras, and his troubled spirit be haunting
Don Alonso's garden; when at the same time I saw him myself not long
since, in perfect sanity of body and soul, parading the promenades of

Theodora gasped for breath; she gazed on Roque with astonishment. The
valet was in the greatest perplexity; but thinking that Theodora still
doubted the veracity of his statement, he again, in a serious tone and
asseverating manner, said--"Yes, my lady, you are deceived--my master is

"Alive!" screamed aloud Theodora, and her whole frame shook like the
aspen leaf; "alive! where? where is he?"

"In this city, and will come to the palace presently. More I cannot tell
you, lady;--permit me now to withdraw, and oh! that you might do the

Roque, as we have already observed, was far from being of a cruel and
hardened disposition, and his acquiescence in the unprincipled actions
of his master arose more from dread of his character than perversity of
heart. He was now strangely perplexed, anticipating the disastrous
results which might spring from the unlooked-for meeting of Gomez Arias
and the forsaken victim of his satiated passion. He almost regretted
having removed the error under which Theodora laboured with regard to
her lover's death.

Meantime Theodora, partly recovered from the violent shock which her
feelings had sustained, felt a chill of doubt and a vague apprehension
of evil that deadened the first impression of transporting pleasure
which the certainty of her Lope's existence had produced. She
endeavoured to give a solution to the enigma, but met with none
congenial to her feelings. The circumstance of her lover being in
Granada, and apparently unconcerned for her fate, withered the budding
hopes within her bosom, for she fondly imagined that Gomez Arias could
never be separated from her but by death. This suspense was terrible,
and Roque's demeanor tended to increase her anxiety. She fixed her
starting eyes on him, and holding his hand with a fearful grasp, in a
voice wild with emotion, she exclaimed:--"Roque! Roque! in the name of
Heaven, unravel this mystery."

She hesitated a moment, but the very poignancy of her anguish gave her
force to demand--"Did Gomez Arias, then, leave me in the power of the
Moors without attempting my defence?"

Roque made no answer.

Theodora became intensely excited, and with the piercing voice of
despair:--"Then it is true!" she exclaimed, "your silence confirms my

A ghastly smile was on her lip, and a deadly paleness overspread her

Roque now perceived the utter impossibility of keeping his master's
cruelty any longer a secret from his victim: yet he dreaded to acquaint
her with the whole extent of her misery; he trembled for the
consequences that such an avowal would produce upon her feelings, and he
knew that with a fond woman of extraordinary sensibility and elevated
sentiments, the death of a lover might be more easily supported than his
dereliction. On the other hand it was imperatively demanded by
circumstances that Gomez Arias and Theodora should never meet again;
for, alas! such a meeting could be productive only of reproach and shame
to the former--anguish, despair, and perhaps death to the latter.

Theodora, meantime, read in the agitated countenance of the valet a tale
of distress more cruel than any she had yet endured; whilst Roque, who
trembled lest, by an imprudent continuance of his interview with
Theodora, they might be surprised by Gomez Arias, summoned up his
resolution, and determined at once to acquaint her with her lover's
treason:--"Lady!" he exclaimed with emphasis, "in the name of God,
endeavour to brace your nerves against the dreadful intelligence I have
to communicate.--You must forget him for ever;--nay, if you consult the
happiness of all those that are interested in your welfare or in his,
you will decide never to see him more."

"What mean you?" demanded Theodora, with redoubled agitation.

"Your lover is false, lady; you must fly to your parent, or encounter
the peril of being immured in the gloomy seclusion of a convent. Such
were my master's intentions towards you, when the arrival of the Moors
happened in time to frustrate them. Should he, however, learn that you
are at Granada, where your presence may throw invincible impediments in
his way, the knowledge would be perhaps attended with disastrous
results. I am a poor man, a butt to sustain my master's ill humors, but
I will not so far dishonor my feelings as to permit the possibility of
your being exposed a second time to the dreaded manoeuvres of Gomez
Arias. Fly, lady, fly to your kind parent."

Theodora fixed a wild look on Roque, and the horrid nature of his
recital seemed to have frozen the springs of feeling. She did not speak,
nor was any passion, save that of despair, depicted on her countenance;
a settled stupor sat upon her pallid brow, and shone in the cold glance
of her eyes.

Roque was moved by the picture of loveliness that stood before him,
motionless in the intensity of grief; but he was conscious of the
danger he incurred by protracting his stay.

"Alas!" he said in a soothing tone, "you are very, very unfortunate; but
consider, lady, the consequences of our being seen together. Allow me to
retire, then, and command my services; but, oh, do not by any means
appear before----"

He was interrupted by Theodora, who suddenly started before that
dreadful name once so endearing could be pronounced.

"Roque," she cried, in a tone and manner that bespoke her possessed of
more resolution than could be gathered from the expression of her
countenance, "Roque, I will retire; be silent, and let me see you
again.--Yes," she added with a voice of presageful import, "it is better
I should not see him more!"

She then hastily retired from the spot, and sought the way to her
apartment. That feeling so deeply rooted in the female heart--the desire
of probing a lover's perfidy to the utmost, determined her to follow
the valet's advice. No, she dreaded not the most disastrous
consequences; for, alas! what has betrayed woman to fear, when she seeks
justice from the man for whom she has sacrificed all! Is it death? Ah!
it is her best refuge and only consolation!


    Sierpes apacienta el pecho
    De una muger ofendida.


      Ah taci! ogni parola
    Mi drizza i crini; assei dicesti; basta
    Basta cosi, non proseguir.


Roque made a precipitate retreat from the garden; for, anxious as the
poor fellow was to render any service to Theodora, he still felt no
inclination to incur thereby the displeasure of his master, and draw
upon himself the full measure of his indignation. The valet resolved to
keep a strict silence respecting his interview with Theodora, and he
entertained a belief that the fears of the unfortunate girl would induce
her to follow a similar course. Thus he flattered himself there was
nothing to apprehend farther than the danger of an accidental meeting.

Theodora meantime, a prey to a thousand distracting fears, had locked
herself within her chamber, in a miserable state of hopelessness.
Tormented with various conflicting passions, she now boldly resolved to
meet her perjured lover, and demand an explanation of his cruel and
unnatural conduct; but again she was suddenly checked by an instinctive
dread which seemed to freeze her powers of action. She despondingly
threw herself upon the couch, that gaudy but unconscious witness of her
sorrows, and as the briny drops fell fast from their sad fountains, and
bedewed the rich silken covering, she exclaimed--

"Yes, it was he himself that I beheld last night."

These few words conveyed a portion of that exquisite anguish that gave
them birth.

It was a fearful idea: she had seen her lover a nocturnal visitor to
that garden, his face decked with smiles, and his eyes replete with
pleasure and hope. He was happy, and thought no more of the lost
Theodora. He had forsaken her--her whom he had vowed for ever to love,
and to whom he had pledged his word to acknowledge her as his own before
the world. This was a masterpiece of ingratitude; and yet Theodora hoped
that ingratitude, that blackest stain of the human heart, might have
prompted the dereliction of Gomez Arias, rather than love for another.
To think that she had entirely lost his love, was a pang more cruel than
all she had hitherto endured; and this alas! was the phantom which she
strove in vain to chase away, and that most obtruded upon her mind.

The loquacious Lisarda was not tardy in making a second appearance: she
knocked for admittance, and Theodora, who in her present state was but
little predisposed to encourage her unmeaning chatter, felt nevertheless
an inward desire for the presence of her attendant. By her means she
could acquire a solution of the mystery with which she so much dreaded
to be acquainted, and yet was so anxious to learn. She opened the door,
and Lisarda no sooner entered than with her accustomed volubility she

"Well, well, my gentle lady, you must forgive me certainly; I have
neglected you too long; but then consider, my good lady, what a day this
is: what with the expectation of my master's arrival, and the
preparations for this wedding, the whole palace is thrown into a
marvellous confusion."

"Say no more," replied Theodora; "you need not seek to excuse yourself;
I am but a stranger here, and have no right whatever to engross the
attention of any one, much less on such an occasion as the present."

"Aye, aye," continued Lisarda, "it is indeed a most busy time. Well, the
glorious Don Alonso arrives to-day, and to-morrow his beautiful daughter
will be led to the altar by her gallant bridegroom. Only think, my sweet
lady, what a wedding this will be. The queen and the Maestre de
Calatrava, in the absence of the king, are to be the sponsors."

"That mark of the royal favor," said Theodora, "speaks highly for the
merits of both the parties; but I am yet to learn the name of the
knight who has rendered himself deserving of such an honor."

She pronounced these last words in a faltering tone, and Lisarda, though
a thoughtless woman, soon perceived her agitation.

"_Dios nos defienda_!"[35] she cried, "what ails you, dear lady? you
look so shockingly pale. Well, it is all your fault for being set
against taking counsel; now if you could but be persuaded to admit the
visit of Samuel Mendez, God knows how much you would profit by his
advice; for believe me, lady, the iniquitous Jew cures better than most
of our good Christians."

"I assure you," interrupted Theodora, "that my unwillingness to
acquiesce with your wishes does not arise from the circumstance of the
doctor being a Jew, but merely because my indisposition can receive no
benefit from medicine, whether it be administered by an infidel or a
true believer.--So, I pray you mention no more this Samuel Mendez, but
rather tell me the name of the future partner of Leonor."

"Aye, fortunate indeed, Señora, you may well call him fortunate, for
Doña Leonor is a most accomplished lady, a beautiful lady; and were it
not that she is----"

"She is most accomplished," interrupted Theodora.

"She is in troth," retorted Lisarda, "and so dutiful a daughter withal.
She is now going to meet her noble father in his triumphant entry into
the city, and she will be accompanied by her future husband, and a
numerous and splendid retinue.--But, hark! hear you not the tramp of
horses, and the sound of trumpets?"

She flew to the window, and Theodora, in breathless anxiety, followed.

"There!" cried Lisarda, with glee, "they are about to depart. Now, see,
my lady, Leonor mounts--the bridegroom holds the stirrup."

Theodora cast a terrified look, which shot a pang to her inmost
heart--It was Gomez Arias who helped Leonor to mount. Theodora saw
enough--but one glance, and all the horrors of her fate were revealed.
The deluding smile which had seduced her heart, the traitor eloquent eye
which wrought her ruin, were now devoted to another.

Theodora uttered no piercing shriek; neither did sigh or groan escape
her; but she silently sank backwards in the tranquillity of horror. She
had now nothing else to hope or fear; no throbbing anxiety to
forego,--no further perils to dread--the sum of her misery was complete,
and dauntless she might encounter any disaster; for this last blow had
imparted to her the passive courage of indifference and despair.

Lisarda, occupied with the dazzling objects which moved beneath, did not
perceive Theodora's situation, and without taking her eyes from the
cavalcade pursued her remarks:--

"Now they go--the Lord bless them, how handsome they look! Well, I do
not blame my lady's taste, for certainly Don Lope is the most gallant of
cavaliers. What think you, my sweet lady? Well, certainly they do say
he has many a grievous sin to answer for, in the list of innocent girls
he has seduced and undone: the Lord defend them, poor creatures; I pity
them. But it was surely their fault:--more fools they for trusting to
the fair promises of such a man--what think you gentle lady, am I not

Happily the cavalcade was now out of sight, and Lisarda's observations
were accordingly cut short. But she immediately turned to Theodora, who
had sat motionless on her couch from the first glance that had
acquainted her with the full extent of her wretchedness.

"Well," said the loquacious waiting maid, "what shall I do to divert
you, lady? Really I am at a loss. If you are not moved by the splendid
sight you have just now witnessed, I cannot imagine what will affect
you. Mayhap I might afford some consolation, since you are so strongly
bent against the assistance of Samuel Mendez."

"Thank you," said Theodora, raising her eyes towards the speaker, "thank
you for your kind intentions, but if anything could tend to the
alleviation of my sorrows, it would be perhaps a free and unmolested
indulgence of them."

"Oh, dear lady, but we must have no sorrowful faces at the wedding.
_Virgen de las Angustias!_ that would be dreadfully ominous. Cheer up,
sweet lady; there is nothing in the world like a good example, and when
you see every one rejoice, I am sure you will not mar the general joy.
Cheer up, good lady--better days will come. To-morrow, at the wedding
festival, your thoughts, I engage, will be fixed on other objects; such
indeed as are interesting to every female who, like ourselves, is yet
blessed in the primeval season of youth. Am I not right?"

"Happy!" cried Theodora, in a thrilling tone, "happy!" Then as if to
veil the effect which her exclamation might produce, she added, "who
can promise themselves happiness in this world?"

"Alack, and that is true!" responded Lisarda, "for many, many are the
lovers who are born to be unfortunate and die of broken hearts." She
strove to swell her own with a mighty sigh: "And even those who marry,
how oft do they curse the day that--but this is neither here nor there."

"To-morrow! and is it really to-morrow, that the ceremony is to take
place?" demanded Theodora.

"There is no doubt of it. God have mercy, the ceremony has been already
delayed too long. The young lovers would have been united some months
since, had not unavoidable impediments retarded the accomplishment of
their mutual wishes."

A clamorous shout, and a burst of trumpets now announced the approach of
Aguilar to Granada, and Lisarda with giddy steps sallied out, leaving
Theodora to the undisturbed enjoyment of her gloomy reflections. The
unfortunate child of Monteblanco had now the most unequivocal proof of
her lover's baseness and treachery: Gomez Arias was faithless, but what
an aggravation of guilt attached to his infidelity! His cold, heartless
villainy seemed to surpass all power of conception, and Theodora for
some time remained like one striving to recall the fleeting illusion of
a horrid dream. Then she clasped her hands fearfully over her swollen
eyelids; a few large drops fell on her cold marbled hands, and in those
eyes flashed the wild resolution of despair.

A bitter smile now gently curled those parched and pallid lips, and she
raised her trembling fingers to her forehead, expressing all the passive
agonies of an absent mind. Then suddenly, as if actuated by a powerful
impulse, she sprung upon her feet: she cautiously drew towards the
casement in a listening attitude, and the names of Aguilar and Gomez
Arias which floated in lengthening sound along the air, threw additional
excitement on her already distracted feelings. But one day more, and she
was to witness the completion of her lover's union with her rival. What
a train of frightful associations this image brought to mind!

Dreadful was the conflict that Theodora had to sustain, and in that
unequal warfare, her whole frame underwent an appalling change: her eyes
glistened, and her hands shook violently, as she threw back with a
resolute movement the tresses of her redundant hair. Again she stopped
as if brooding over some frightful design; her throat became swollen
with hysteric affection; the blood that hitherto had seemed congealed in
its source, rushed with impetuosity down its wonted channels, and the
blue veins through which the little rivulet of life had gently flowed,
now became dark and turbid as the mountain stream. Her eyes shot the
lurid flashes of madness; a wild laugh broke the harmony of the purest
voice; and a malignant curl usurped the place where heavenly smiles had
habitually sat.

Theodora, that soft and seraphic being who but a short time since, rich
in the charms of native grace and loveliness, had been the star of a
happy home, and the delight of a fond and admiring parent--that Theodora
was now changed into the fearful semblance of a frantic being. Alas!
such was the effect that a few moments had wrought, that the eyes of a
fond parent would have in vain endeavoured to recognize his darling
child. Feelings utterly foreign to the nature of Theodora, had now taken
possession of the shattered fragments of a broken heart, once the shrine
of hallowed and mental beauty; and those intelligent, soul-stirring
features which nature had bestowed as the interpreters of soft
sentiments and kindly feelings, now faithfully reflected the workings of
impassioned and frenzied woe.

Alas! it is too often found that the gentle female heart, when rudely
lacerated by the perfidy of man, is capable of being wrought, by a
powerful sense of injury and intense anguish, to the utmost agony which
the darker passions can display.

With irregular steps, which bespoke the confusion of her thoughts, she
paced the silent chamber that gave back with hollow sound the measure
of her steps, while the vaulted passages of the palace echoed at
intervals the deafening shouts that were heard from without.

But the fit of frenzied passion under which Theodora laboured was too
violent to last. That fatal crisis was approaching, which generally
terminates in the immediate accomplishment of a mad suggestion, or with
calmness treasures up in silence some direful resolve. The moment had
now arrived when the forces of the suffering victim were exhausted; she
suddenly became composed; her mind appeared irrevocably fixed on some
act of madness, and despair was stamped in the cold and unearthly
expression which at that moment subdued her whole frame, and apparently
subjected her existence to a new dominion.


    Aguarda hasta que yo pase
    Si ha de caer una teja.


    Este misterio aparente
    Te voy, Señor a explicar.


We think it almost time to retrace our steps, and revert to a character
which played a conspicuous part at the beginning of this history. The
reader, if not particularly deficient in memory, will perhaps remember a
certain Don Rodrigo de Cespedes, who bustled not a little in one or two
of the foregoing chapters, though he had the best excuse in the world
for subsequently keeping out of the way. It is to him we must return;
therefore, patient reader, suffer your attention to be diverted for a
few moments from the interest of the present events, and resume your
acquaintance with that most deserving and ill-used cavalier. And here,
by the way, I may perhaps be allowed to indulge my spleen, by
manifesting my extreme dislike to interruptions in general, for there is
nothing so vexatious and mortifying as the unpleasant necessity to which
an author is obliged to submit of breaking the thread of a narration
when it begins to excite some interest.

It is a subject well worthy of notice, that the generality of readers
should be of so inquisitive a temperament, that they cannot be induced
to take in good part whatever they read, and rely implicitly on the good
faith of the author for the correctness of what he advances. By this
means, much time and paper might be saved, explanations would be
useless, and works would be rendered more compact, and consequently less
tedious, which we cannot but consider an infinite advantage to the
literary world at large. However, we must take matters as we find them,
and as a circumstantial and satisfactory solution is expected by the
reader to every incident enveloped somewhat in mystery, let us hasten to
comply with the established custom: and now to return--

We left Don Rodrigo with his man Peregil, patiently waiting the leisure
of their beasts, sighing, and cursing, and complaining by turns, for
want of more suitable recreation. The night was dreary, and the
spreading branches of the tree under which our friends had taken
shelter, afforded but a meagre accommodation. If their lodgings were
comfortless, the supper which they could expect was still more humble
and hermit-like;--the bill of fare consisted of some green grass, which
though abundantly supplied, presented a most provoking and unrelishing
want of variety. We would not venture to determine whether the
refinement of their palate stood in the way of their appetite, but it is
nevertheless a fact that both master and man left the reverend father's
mule and the _mesonero's_ ass undisturbed possessors of the repast. The
comforts of supper and rest being, therefore, denied to our wanderers,
they resigned themselves to their unpleasant situation, and with the
patience that necessity imposed upon them, awaited the approach of
morning. Don Rodrigo in particular, being thoroughly impressed with the
idea that his rival Gomez Arias had fallen in the encounter, was full of
inquietude, and excessively desirous to penetrate further into the
mountains to a place of security, where he might lie concealed until
their safe return to Granada.

Accordingly, scarcely had the first blush of dawn shed a dubious ray
over the still slumbering earth, than with much impatience Don Rodrigo
hastened to try how far he might rely upon the complaisance of the mule.
Peregil followed the example of his master, and having found that the
temper of their beasts had been considerably improved by the abundance
of their repast, they quickly mounted, and endeavouring to make up for
the loss of time by a tolerably brisk pace, they pursued their route
towards the thickest and darkest part of the wilderness.

Two whole days did Don Rodrigo and his attendant continue to wander
without making much progress, which may perhaps be chiefly attributed to
the perverse disposition of the mule and her companion. Indeed the
cavalier and his attendant wandered about much in the same manner that a
knight-errant and his worthy squire might be expected to do, with this
difference only, that the knight-errant would be eagerly seeking for
adventures, whereas Don Rodrigo was equally solicitous to avoid them.
The poor cavalier found himself in a most miserable plight; his revenge
had been satisfied, but more generous sentiments now occupied his bosom.
He reflected, with deep-felt remorse, that for the sake of redressing
the fancied wrongs inflicted on him by an individual, he had deprived
his country of one of its bravest defenders; then again, like most
lovers under similar circumstances, he easily conjectured that the
female who had evinced such an unequivocal aversion to his addresses,
would feel yet more repugnant to accept them, when offered by a man
reeking with the blood of her favored lover.

These and many other reflections of the like nature continued to intrude
upon his mind; for it is really a matter worthy of remark how very
circumspect and thoughtful a man becomes, when by an undue neglect of
those same qualifications he has brought himself into an uncomfortable
and perilous predicament. They had by this time penetrated into those
places which were under the dominion of the rebel Moors. This
circumstance was therefore attended with the greatest danger, and
consequently their anxiety and distrust became proportionably augmented
as they advanced.

However, Don Rodrigo still bore with manly fortitude the unpleasant and
dangerous turn which their affairs had taken, whilst the valet, since he
could find no other resource, freely gave vent to his complaints.

"Señor," he cried, turning to his master, "so may the Lord defend us,
but we are every instant getting deeper into difficulties. Here are we
flying from the clutches of alguazils, to fall into the grasp of the
rebel Moors; and after all, unwelcome as the appearance of alguazils may
be, I should feel very well contented at this moment to be under their
special guardianship, rather than sustain the murderous aspect of these
infidels. Nay, would to God that I were safely and comfortably
incarcerated within the walls of the most obscure dungeon in Granada."

"Let us then look for our way to Granada, and risk the worst from the
friends of Don Lope," said Don Rodrigo, who, though possessed of much
personal courage and resolution, yet was aware these qualities would not
avail him against the enemies which he was likely to encounter by

"Aye, indeed," replied Peregil, "let us find our way to Granada, and may
the guardian angel conduct us safely thither.--Blessed be the virgin!
for a man like myself, endowed with a lively and poetical imagination,
I may say, these wild places are exceedingly disagreeable, for they
induce me to make strange metamorphoses: my fancy is continually upon
the alert to transform every object into any thing save what it really
is: at day-break I mistook my ass for an officer, and your mule for a
Moor. Alas! we are alike, my honored master; for you, Don Rodrigo, when
in a poetic and loving mood, are ever disposed to convert cheeks into
roses, and lips into coral, and to find pearls where others only see
teeth. Now, Señor, by a similar process, when a fit of poetry and fear
comes upon me, I feel marvellously inclined to convert all objects that
come before my view--let alone my ass and your mule--flocks of sheep,
flights of crows, stray cows, and barking dogs, into so many,
ruffian-looking and hideous Moors; and, moreover, I am fully persuaded
that my poetry is not a whit more extravagant than yours."

Don Rodrigo, harassed with the combined inconveniences of hunger and
fatigue, paid little attention to the absurdities upon which his
timorous valet was commenting; but Peregil, emboldened by the passive
forbearance of his master, continued in a higher key:--

"A plague on all lovers, say I; a plague on lovers who for a woman, one
solitary woman, when there is so abundant a choice of such commodity in
Spain, can be stimulated to cut the throats of each other, risk all
sorts of perils, and undergo all the miseries that can afflict human
nature. Fye! fye----"

"Peace, thou wretch!" exclaimed Don Rodrigo; "profane not with thy foul
remarks and scurrilous rebukes, that tender sentiment which thine own
gross and brutish disposition is neither competent to appreciate nor

"And most humbly," returned Peregil, "do I thank providence for having
given me a heart withal so brutish and so gross, since those refined
pleasures and feelings which are likely to lead a man into mischief, are
in direct opposition to my taste. Now tell me, my honored master, is
there any law, either human or divine, which ordains that, because you
most desperately love Leonor de Aguilar, and Leonor de Aguilar as
cordially dislikes you, I, who am by no means a party concerned in this
love or hatred, ought to be exposed to all the united miseries of hunger
and thirst, fatigue, dangers, and even death?"

Don Rodrigo, occupied with very different subjects, heard not the
flippant observations of his servant, when suddenly, as they were
approaching the skirts of a wood, his reflections and the valet's
impertinent loquacity were cut short by the unwelcome appearance of a
party of the strolling rebels. They sprung eagerly from their
concealment, and in a moment stood before Don Rodrigo and his attendant,
bearing on their countenances the marks of their revengeful disposition,
and the savage pleasure of meeting with a devoted prey.

"Stand!" fiercely cried one of the ruffians.

Don Rodrigo made no reply, but gallantly drew his weapon, and prepared
for a resolute defence.

"What! base Christian! darest thou provoke our anger? Thy life shall pay
for the temerity."

"The payment," returned Don Rodrigo, "shall not, at least, be easily

At this the Moors rushed upon the unfortunate cavalier, who though aware
of the impossibility of making any successful resistance against so many
enemies, defended himself bravely and undauntedly, while Peregil fled
with equal speed and terror. The combat could not be long protracted.
Don Rodrigo fell covered with wounds and exhausted from the loss of
blood, uttering a faint murmuring complaint on his unlucky fate and
disastrous love. The ferocious Moors raised his body from the ground,
and as it was the custom with those desperate men when a Christian
unfortunately fell into their power, they immediately hung it on a tree.
There they left him, and shortly after chance led them to the spot where
the hapless Theodora slept, forsaken by her unprincipled betrayer.

The flight of Roque, and the remarks she had heard from the Moors on the
night she was taken, led that unfortunate girl to believe that it was
her lover who had fallen a victim to the cruelty of those barbarians.
Thus she bitterly deplored the supposed death of him who was at the very
moment accomplishing the blackest deed of ingratitude.

Meanwhile Roque, instigated by fear, and retreating on the scent of
safety, shortly overtook his master, who was not a little surprised and
alarmed at the discomposure of his plans, when he perceived his valet
appear unaccompanied by Theodora.

"Where is Theodora?" demanded he hastily.

"I don't know," sullenly responded Roque; "probably in Heaven by this

"What mean you, villain? didst thou forget my orders?"

"Certainly not, but when I was about to put them in practice, some
thousands of most desperate Moors came just in time to prevent my
laudable intentions. At first, bearing in mind the gallant master whom I
had the honor to serve, it was my determination to fight the unbelieving
rascals; but upon second thoughts, I discovered it would be more prudent
to yield to necessity, and since it was not in my power to save the
young lady from falling into their hands, I considered it laudable to
disappoint the rebels of one prisoner at least, whom they might perhaps
estimate as the most important of the two; and so, instead of making use
of my arms, I had recourse to my legs, which members, on more than one
occasion, I have found to be the most serviceable part of my poor self."

Gomez Arias mused for a moment upon the narration of his attendant, as
though calculating the probable consequences of the event. Even in spite
of the uneasiness which he pretended for the fate of Theodora, he could
hardly disguise from himself a species of latent satisfaction. The event
removed from his way the only impediment by which his ambitious designs
could be thwarted. Theodora, in the power of the Moors, would be even
more secure than in a convent, and Gomez Arias, without troubling
himself about the probable fate to which his lovely and too confiding
victim was exposed, continued his journey to Granada, drowning the
recollection of his misconduct in the glittering prospect that was now
opening before him.

The next day he met with the glorious army of Don Alonso de Aguilar, by
whom he was welcomed with a friendly and parental solicitude. He had the
good fortune to act a conspicuous part in the encounter which El Feri
sustained at Gergal, and which ultimately led to the complete overthrow
of the Moors at Alhacen, and the destruction of that town. Don Lope
proceeded to Granada with the prisoners, and to offer his services to
the queen upon his arrival. He soon found in the resources of his mind
specious pretexts to cover his long absence from Granada, and his
apparent dilatory conduct, notwithstanding the notification of his
safety sent to him by his future bride. But Leonor de Aguilar, though
proud and lofty, was still a woman in her affections, and willingly
received the most feeble excuses, when urged as they now were by the
eloquence of a favored lover.

Thus Gomez Arias, whilst his victim was abandoned to all the horrors of
her fate, whilst her venerable father drank deep the bitter draught of
affliction--Gomez Arias, the heartless perpetrator of so much misery,
now fondly rioted in the anticipated pleasures of his approaching
nuptials, and the splendid honors that awaited his union with Leonor de


    Ecco l'ora--Nel sonno immerso giace
    ----E gli occhi all'alma luce
    Non aprirà più mai? Questa mia destra
    Per farsi or sta del suo morir ministra?....


    Est-ce une illusion soudaine
    Qui trompe mes regards surpris?
    Est-ce un songe dont l'ombre vaine
    Trouble mes timides esprits?

                                _J. B. Rousseau._

The night was far advanced, and the numerous guests whom the hospitality
of Don Alonso had summoned together, began to retire from the joyous
scene of revelry and feasting. The noisy pleasure was wearing fast away,
and those antique halls no longer echoed with the boisterous mirth of so
many joyous hearts; for in Aguilar's palace that night every heart was
happy,--every heart save one,--one which, desolate and solitary amidst
this world of rejoicing, was a prey to the canker sorrow that had
fastened upon its core.

But now the convivial assemblage had retired, and the banqueting hall
was left to the undisputed dominion of silence and lonely repose. No
longer ornamented with all the panoplies of war, and the verdant and
perfumed spoils of the garden, those glittering scenes which dazzled the
eyes and benumbed the senses, were now no longer resplendent, but wore
that chilling aspect which imparts to the mind a painful sensation of
melancholy and regret. Upon the long tables still remained the scattered
fragments, remnants of the banquet. Here the sumptuous display of the
looms of Valencia were stained with the waste of racy and highly
flavoured wines, and there broken goblets and ornaments of curious
workmanship were flung around in the reckless excitement of the
revellers. The lamps were out, and the few that still glimmered in the
sockets served but to heighten with their fitful and scanty light the
deserted and gloomy appearance of the scene.

Gomez Arias had retired to his chamber in a transport of delight; the
most pleasing reveries thronged upon his mind, and as he paced the
silent apartment, he inwardly congratulated himself on the near
completion of all his hopes--the speedy enjoyment of his fondest wishes.
In this ferment of expectation, not a single thought obtruded to damp
his ardour, or throw a partial shadow over so bright a picture. Every
thing around him contributed to his felicity,--for alas! he did not see
the sorrow that was busily destroying those charms by whose power he had
been once captivated: nor did he hear the wailings of that voice
designed by nature to convey the softest tones of innocence and delight.
No, Gomez Arias had no thought for his unhappy victim--far, far was he
from surmising that she was at that moment beneath the same roof.

In this delightful mood, Don Lope threw himself upon the superb couch,
to pass the night in the luxurious vision of his approaching happiness.
The silence was awful! the dull bluish glare of a solitary lamp flung
around the dim splendor of the chamber a charm of melancholy
tranquillity; the rich arabesque ornaments, the gorgeous tapestry, on
which the heroes of other times stood frowning in gloomy repose, were
now partially obscured in solemn shadows that might have imparted a
sensation of superstitious awe. More faintly now gleamed the expiring
light of the lamp, which looked a cold unearthly beam, colourless and
fixed, save when the chilling draft of nightly air found its way through
a crevice of the ponderous casement, and animated the languid flame with
a dull and sickly motion.

Hushed is every sound, when lo! the door gently opens, and a white
figure moves slowly forwards. It is a female form, and the lamp that
still glimmered in the room, and another which the nocturnal visitor
carried in her hand, revealed a picture which might well chill the heart
of the most hardened:--it was a female in the first stage of youth, and
in whose lineaments could yet be traced the fading remains of beauty.
She grasped a dagger, and she came ready steeled for crime. Murder!--the
blackest deed of human depravity, revolting to the senses even when
instigated by the revengeful passions of man, but in a young and tender
female, unnatural, and full of horror. The figure paused, and cast
around a dubious and uncertain glance; her whole frame trembled, and the
weapon in her hand seemed ready to forsake its grasp. Alas! those
irresolute motions, bespoke her nature: it was woman, woman armed for
crime, but woman still. With noiseless step she advanced towards the
couch; she reached the spot, and gazed with fixed earnestness on the
sleeping Gomez Arias; a thousand gloomy thoughts expand on her pallid
brow; her dark eyes gleam with the flame of revenge; her livid lips curl
with the bitter smile of despair! With difficulty she draws the
oppressive breath, and violently shakes the hand that holds the shining
weapon. 'Tis a demon that directs her every motion, and imparts to that
melancholy and fading picture of youth and beauty, the darkest hues of
the fierce and frenzied passions.

But the gust of rage is passed. She looks again upon the sleeper, and a
deadly calm overspreads those features but lately fraught with
convulsive passion. Fixed to the ground, she now appeared like an
inanimate statue, and apparently forgetful of the dire purpose that had
brought her to the spot. Poor Theodora!--child of misfortune!--victim of
that intensity of feeling which nature seemed to have designed for thy
bane and ruin; thou wert guilty but of a single error, and is then that
error so severely to be visited! That heaven which made thee pure, and
beautiful, and lovely, did it intend that thou shouldst experience all
the horrors of the most malignant fate, as a counterpoise for the
possession of so may attractions; or was it only to be exemplified as a
warning to others, who, like thee, might be rich in beauty and
gracefulness, of the dangers which these gifts bring in their train!

Theodora had been guilty of one crime; if, alas! that deserves the name
of crime which is the genuine offspring of the sincerest heart. She had
loved, and loved with all the enthusiasm of devoted affection. She had
been generous, and unsuspecting, and for this she was betrayed and
abandoned. Her injuries had so far wrought upon her distempered brain,
that she was now about to commit a crime, for which she would be cursed,
despised, and perhaps brought to an ignominious end.

Theodora remained a short time in a doubtful mood, and a heavenly spirit
seemed to struggle with the malignant fiend that instigated her. She
held the lamp in her trembling hand over the sleeping form of her lover,
and by the sickly light she discovered his features as if inspired by
some happy dream. His breath came thick upon her face, as she bent over
the couch. Smiles were upon his lips, and a gentle motion shook his

"He loves her!" groaned the despairing Theodora,--"he loves her dearly,
and I am come to----"

At this moment the deep toned bell of the palace sounded the hour, and
interrupted her dreadful sentence. Solemnly the peal rung through the
place like the death-knell of the perjured lover; but he, unconscious of
his impending fate, slept securely and dreamt of love and happiness. For
now his lips move, and in the broken articulation of deep but pleasing
sighs, the name of her who occupied his mind, burst from his swelling
bosom. It was the name of Leonor; the baneful sound went piercing to
Theodora's heart, and roused all the furies that held dominion there.
The kindly feelings which had returned, now withered fast away. She
starts with frenzy; she grows paler, and revenge alone prevails; her
bosom rises and falls with fearful emotion; wildly her eyes roll. She
resolutely grasps the dagger; the moment is arrived; one blow, and the
despoiler of her happiness would cease to exist: she fiercely raised her
arm, but at the instant all her strength withered: nerveless she dropped
the weapon from her powerless hand: no! she could not strike; for she
was a woman maddened by deep injuries, but she still loved her
betrayer, and the fountain of her gentle nature again bedewed her heart.
She could not strike the man who had, without remorse, inflicted on her
the pangs of a thousand deaths: she smiles in bitterness, and hangs over
the couch of her unconscious lover, her clustering hair loosely flowing
over the pillow; a piteous sigh escapes her, and, bending lower, she
kisses the lips that had betrayed her.

Gomez Arias awakes.--Is this a vision? Surely a phantom mocks his sight;
the spectre of _her_ he had forsaken stands before him: it is indeed the
image of Theodora,--but, alas! how changed! A short time only had flown
since last he saw her, and yet so altered was that form, that were it
not for a consciousness of guilt, with difficulty he would have
recognised her whom he had once idolized. Gomez Arias thrilled as he
gazed on the nocturnal visitor; in her pale features could be traced no
sympathy with life; a clammy dampness bedewed her brows; a chilling
apathy sat upon her countenance. One of her hands now mechanically fell
on the feverish breast of Don Lope, and the cold, cold touch imparted a
thrill of horror.

In speechless amazement Gomez Arias looked on the mournful figure, and
in her glazed eye he beheld one large tear, that, overwhelming the
eye-lid, dropt heavily on his hand. It was the tear of anguish, and the
drop, as it moistened the hand of Gomez Arias, awakened in his heart a
sad remembrance of violated love and truth.

The first impression of astonishment had now subsided, and Don Lope, in
a broken voice, exclaimed--"Theodora! Heavens! is it thou?"

"Yes," she answered, gloomily, "it is the lost, the wretched Theodora,
once the object of thy adoration, and now thy curse. But tremble not;
the dreadful moment is passed, and I cannot harm thee; for though thou
hast cruelly betrayed me, thou art _still_ Gomez Arias."

"How came you hither?" demanded Don Lope, with emotion: "What was your

"Behold!" she replied, with a bitter smile, pointing to the dagger that
shone on the ground; "I came to kill thee--I came to deal out a reward
but little adequate to the pangs to which thy treachery has eternally
condemned me. Oh! Lope! Lope! why didst thou not take from me this
wretched life when I was no longer dear to thy heart? I should then have
been happy!--Thou didst not--but cruelly left me to the mercy of
strangers, when I had _none_ to look upon in life but thee."

All the feelings of an injured, yet fond woman now flowed uncontrolled
over that heart where the stormy passions had raged before. She sobbed
convulsively, and a shower of tears relieved her breaking bosom. Her
weeping countenance was upon her lover's breast, and as he contemplated
her deep anguish, and the wreck of those charms which, but for him, had
still shone in their native grace, a ray of pity dawned upon his heart,
callous as he was. There was something so peculiarly distressing in the
situation of the unfortunate girl, that all the glowing considerations
of ambition faded for a moment from his view, and his senses were alive
only to more humane sentiments.

Gomez Arias no longer loved Theodora; but still when he saw the extent
of her misery, and felt her warm tears inundating his bosom, pity
partially supplied the place of his departed affection. He took the
passive hand of Theodora, and gently pressed it between his own--and
happy--happy was at that moment his innocent victim at this solitary
mark of kindness. It was like a healing balm to her lacerated soul; but
too soon she discovered--for what, alas! can escape the acute
penetration of a loving woman--she soon discovered that pity alone
suggested the consoling token--pity which might alike have been excited
by any other object of distress; and, oh! how little does the sedate
voice of pity satisfy the craving bosom of one who had such claims to
command unbounded love!

Theodora fixed her eyes on her lover, not in anger but in sorrow, and,
in a thrilling and piteous voice, she exclaimed--

"I know you no longer love me; but, Oh! heavens! have I deserved this
from you, Lope? Your vows I will not recall, for who can forget them?
They are deeply engraven in my heart, and I believed them true,--I loved
you, Lope--Oh! I loved you as never woman loved before, and how was such
affection requited? Alas! had I suffered the most terrible of deaths, it
had been kind compared with thy desertion."

"Yes, Theodora," said Gomez Arias, "your reproaches are just; for well I
deserve the most bitter that language can invent; but I was compelled to
that necessity by obligations so imperative, so sacred, that they may
serve to explain, and perhaps, in some measure, to extenuate the
disgrace, which my heart tells me I have so justly incurred."

"Oh!" cried Theodora, "could aught in earth oblige you to abandon one
linked to you by the dearest of ties?"

"It was the consequence of former guilt," replied Don Lope. "Theodora, I
will deal frankly by you,--nay tremble not at the intelligence which I
must disclose, for it is now imperiously required.--Curse me, Theodora,"
he then added with emotion, "curse the man who has accomplished your
ruin. When I courted your affections; when I sought your innocent
caresses, then--then, alas! I was the betrayer; for it was then that I
deceived your unsuspecting heart."

"Oh! Heavens!" shrieked Theodora, "you never loved me then!"

"Yes, I adored you,--I loved you truly,--passionately, but it was my
very love that wrought this misery. I had no strength to reveal the
terrible secret: I became selfish and ungenerous; for when I breathed to
your innocent ear the vows of everlasting affection, when you repaid my
profession with undisguised, pure, and disinterested love, even at that
time, my hand, my faith, were sacredly pledged to another."

Theodora hid her face in agony, and wrung her hands in despair, but she
could not speak; her heart was full even to breaking, and it was with a
severe struggle that she faintly pronounced "Leonor!"

"It is too true," replied Gomez Arias. "Previous to my arrival at
Guadix, and my acquaintance with you, my honor was bound to the daughter
of Aguilar by indissoluble ties; we were betrothed, and on the point of
being united, when an untoward accident drove me from Granada to avoid
the vengeance of the friends of my discarded rival Don Rodrigo de
Cespedes. Misguided by the fever of passion, I forgot my sacred
obligations to Leonor. You have already but too dreadfully suffered, and
a repetition of such scenes must necessarily increase the anguish of
your situation."

This recital threw the hapless daughter of Monteblanco into that
exquisite agony which falls to the lot of woman alone to feel: for man,
far happier in the diversity of his pursuits; less susceptible in the
refinement of sensibility; more divided in his intercourse with
society, can never experience that poignancy of feeling excited by shame
and disappointed love, which exert their baneful influence over the
heart of forsaken woman!

Theodora answered not her lover; there was something so atrocious in his
recital, that in spite of the palliation which a fond woman, even when
most injured, is anxious to find for the man who has wronged her, she
could not cast a shade over the glaring colours in which Don Lope's
treachery was depicted: she recoiled from him with a feeling of
apprehension, and her countenance assumed a deadly hue as she fearfully

"And you left me then to perish in the mountains?"

"No, Theodora," eagerly cried Gomez Arias; "no! such intentions never
entered my mind; of that at least I am innocent: it was my purpose to
have placed you in a convent, and I availed myself of your sleep to
spare you the pangs of a separation. Having instructed Roque how to act,
I proceeded onwards to make the necessary arrangements for your
reception in the religious asylum the Moors surprised you; Roque fled:
of the rest I am ignorant, and how I find you here is more than
imagination can conceive."

"I came," said Theodora, bitterly--"I came to be a witness of your
joyful wedding: it is to be celebrated to-morrow, and I am yet in time."

There was something evil-boding in the tone of these words, and an
involuntary chill crept over Gomez Arias as he fixed his eyes on the

"Yes," she continued, "it is necessary that the ceremony should be
attended at least by one of your victims--the triumph of Leonor will
then be more brilliant; and I," she added in a faltering tone, "I shall
also enjoy one satisfaction----"

Struck with horror, no less at these words than at the manner in which
they were delivered, Gomez Arias looked wildly on Theodora; but was
unable for some time to give utterance to his thoughts.

"My poor life," continued Theodora, "must always be an obstacle to your
happiness, and it is meet I should make the sacrifice at the foot of the
altar, at the time of your union with the choice of your heart."

Don Lope was fixed in deep abstraction; a thousand thoughts rushed
across his fevered brain; he raised himself from the couch; a copious
suffusion bathed his distended brows, and every thing bespoke the
dreadful conflict of his feelings. He saw all his prospects of grandeur
fall like the baseless structure of a dream: on the point of snatching
the golden treasure, he was arrested as effectually as if by the hand of
death. Perplexed with the most distracting thoughts and boisterous
passions, he for a time appeared even unconscious of the form that came
to nip his hopes in their blossom: but soon a light seemed to illumine
his over-clouded imagination, and his brow brightened as if actuated by
a sudden resolution.

"Theodora," he said, with a solemn and energetic tone--"Theodora, I will
no longer dissemble with you; I have been cruel, barbarous as never man
was before: yes, to-morrow I am to be united to Spain's proudest
daughter, and all that ambition and glory can offer in dazzling
perspective to the ardent imagination of man, all, all is to be
fulfilled. But, alas! Theodora, I cannot endure your distress; your
tears, your anguish rend my heart, and awaken that affection which was
never completely extinguished. Dared I but hope for your forgiveness,
how willingly would I make the sacrifice of these glittering bubbles,
and return to that path where alone I can find peace and happiness.
Theodora!" he continued after a pause, "can you forgive me?"

This appeal was made in a tone so subdued and pathetic, that a
conviction of its sincerity was readily admitted by the sorrowing

"Forgive thee!" she exclaimed, in a voice thrilling with emotion, whilst
a rich glow of animation overspread those pale features: "Forgive thee,
Lope! Can Theodora deny you!"

Earnestly she raised her clasped hands to Heaven, and, in the genuine
abandonment of an enthusiastic heart,

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, "thy mercies are boundless. Dear Lope!" she
continued, "can I do otherwise than forgive you!" and the tear of joy
glistened in her eye. "Your returning love will repay me for all the
agonies I have undergone. And now you must forgive me--for did I not
even now come armed for your destruction! Oh, horror! I came to murder
thee--in this spot--sleeping as thou wast! But ah! pardon me; I was then
a poor distracted woman, a despairing maniac, and----"

"Stay, my Theodora; reproach not thyself for an act of which I was the
cause; it was a fate that I too justly merited. But no more of that.
Listen, dear girl, and follow my injunctions, as upon their strict
observance depends our future happiness. To-morrow night I will conduct
you to your poor deserted parent: together at his knees we will implore
forgiveness. He will not be invulnerable to the tears and supplications
of his child; and I will forget the wild dreams that have so long
tyrannised over my kinder feelings, to fix all my thoughts upon love and
Theodora. To the happy termination of these designs, however, you must
be willing to pay attention to my instructions."

"I will do all!" emphatically cried Theodora.

"Well," returned Gomez Arias, "take heed that thou keepest silence with
reference to our meeting and resolves;--closed in thy chamber, thou must
appear an uninterested stranger to whatever may be proceeding without.
It will require the utmost delicacy and ability to disclose my
determination to the proud Aguilars, when the arrangements with them are
so far advanced. It is an insult they will never tamely brook, and all
my policy will be necessary to defer, at least for some time, the
terrible explosion of their indignation."

"Oh, Lope," exclaimed the fond girl, in a transport of tenderness, "I
will--I will obey you faithfully! Your slightest wish shall be to me a

The tide of rapturous feeling overflowed her heart. Intoxicated with
happiness, she threw herself beside the couch, fervently clasped the
passive hands of her repentant lover, and tenderly pressed them to her
throbbing bosom. But those transports beat coldly responsive within the
breast of Don Lope; for pity and a sense of duty are but poor and
inadequate substitutes for the glow of passion. Still, however,
recollection brought to his fancy raptures past and endearments since
flown; and memory perhaps made him cherish the present by vividly
recalling the past. But it was like the melancholy regretful pleasure
which is experienced by one who revisits the scenes of his childhood. He
may indulge in the recollection of those departed joys, but his mind is
estranged by other feelings, and can no longer enjoy those pleasures
which formerly constituted his happiness.

The morning was now fast approaching, and a separation became
indispensable.--Theodora made a hasty recital of her adventures and
withdrew, replete with returning joy; for she had passed a few moments
with greater delight than perhaps she could ever again experience in
this world--those blissful moments when hearts severed by destiny, or
alienated by misfortune, again unite in the genuine bonds of revived


    Oh! what a jewel is a woman excellent!


    Mais qu'aisément l'amour croit tout ce qu'il souhaite!


    I humbly offer my advice (but still
    Under correction), I hope I shall not
    Incur your high displeasure.


Oh, Woman! lovely devoted Woman! Of what mysterious particles could
nature have formed so strange a being--made up, as it were, of
contradictions, and yet deriving from that very inconsistency its
principal attraction. Uncertain and wavering, but amiable in that very
weakness. When impelled by affection or smarting under highly excited
feelings of injury, thou art capable of the most noble enthusiasm, or
the darkest exhibitions of passion. Man, proudly arrogating to himself
a despotic sway over the higher walks of intellect, and the wild and
luxuriant fields of imagination, has left thee undisputed sovereign of
the empire of the heart! He is often happy to avail himself of that more
delicate discrimination, an instinctive feeling with which nature has
gifted thee, though jealous of permitting thee to share in his power.
Woman! thou wert born to grace and smooth the rugged path of life; the
advancement of one endearing sentiment is the prized object of thy
existence, and its successful termination thy reward. Debarred by nature
and education from the glittering pursuits of ambition; incapable by the
delicacy of thy frame, and the softness of thy nature, of following the
rude pastimes, and participating in the laborious and dangerous
avocations of man, thy whole being is wrapt in the charm of that one
feeling--love! A feeling the most congenial to thy nature--blissful in
the possession, and often but too fatal in its effects. Man seeks thee
as a friend, to treat thee like an enemy. Thou lovest--he triumphs! and
then he spurns thee because thou hast been kind. Base and degrading
contradiction of human nature!--that because man is endowed with greater
powers of attack, than woman has strength to resist, in the unequal
strife, odium and shame should attach to the victim, whilst the betrayer
acquires a false lustre from his unmanly triumph!

But Woman! such is the angelic essence of thy being, that while capable
of feeling with poignancy the shafts of ingratitude and neglect, thou
art still ready to pardon, and ever disposed to forget, when repentance
makes an appeal to thy compassionate and gentle heart.

Such a woman was Theodora!--After having borne the extremity of sorrows,
which seemed to surpass the strength of human forbearance, instigated by
madness and despair, she had grasped the dagger in that soft hand little
adequate for a deed so dark; like the midnight assassin, she had
entered the chamber of her wronger, bent upon the commission of crime.
But the sight of _him_ who was once so dear disarms her--she cannot
accomplish the deed of guilt, and the sudden repentance of her betrayer,
like a potent charm, soon dispels the evil passions to which she was a
prey. Only a few words of comfort had Gomez Arias spoken before the
voice of sorrow was hushed in her heart. Nay, the man who had wounded
her so deeply, was endeared by his very cruelty; for, alas! Theodora
felt she loved him _now_ more tenderly than ever.

She had forgotten the former treachery of her lover, and, incapable of
anticipating the possibility of a renewal, she retired to her chamber to
revel in her happiness, and await the coming of the day in anxious

In the meantime, Gomez Arias was pacing his apartment in the utmost
impatience and agitation. Scarcely had Theodora withdrawn and the first
impulse of pity subsided, than the sense of the danger to which his
ambitious projects were exposed, rushed upon his imagination, and
silenced every other consideration, save that of their accomplishment.
Morning came, and still found Don Lope measuring his chamber with an
irregularity of step that well bespoke the disorder of his feelings.
Sometimes he paused and pondered upon an idea which seemed to offer him
security, and then he rejected it as unavailable. Then he muttered half
broken sentences, and then again suddenly composed himself into a
saturnine tranquillity. After this he raved like a madman, and bitterly
cursed the unfortunate Theodora as an insurmountable impediment to his
views; forgetting that it was by the guilty indulgence of his own
unworthy passions that he was now entangled in the intricate
perplexities which surrounded him. The ill-fated victim of his guilt,
fortunately for her short-lived happiness, heard not the ungenerous
reproach. Alas! she was fondly indulging in the supposed kindness of her
lover, and longing to clasp him in her arms; whilst the object of her
endearment was at the same moment ungenerously contriving how to
disengage himself from that embrace.

His present deceit was the natural consequence of the system he had
adopted. To relinquish the brilliant prospects which presented
themselves to his ambition, merely to listen to the voice of justice,
and give redress to the injured, was too great an effort, encompassed as
he was with the thousand conflicting passions that silenced the murmurs
of neglected duty. His aversion to Theodora now acquired additional
strength from the dilemma in which he was involved. He had never for a
moment contemplated breaking his engagements with Leonor; he was
unwilling even to calculate upon a possibility of such an event, for his
honor and pride were both too deeply interested; yet it was of the most
urgent necessity to delay the ceremony, and how to conciliate these
matters was the source of his present uneasiness. What pretext could he
assign plausible enough to justify so extraordinary a resolution?

A thousand plans suggested themselves, all of which he discarded as
unavailable: he was apprehensive that night would surprise him before
any arrangements could be entered into with regard to Theodora; and to
attempt any coercive means of conveying her from the palace of Don
Alonso would be madness. At all events he must avoid any interview with
Theodora whilst his conduct might be subjected to observation; for at
such a time the attention of all the household would naturally be
directed towards him.

In this perplexity he was surprised by his faithful valet, who came in
the morning, according to custom, to receive his orders. Roque entered,
and was not a little surprised to observe his master's abstraction.

"Good morrow to you, Señor," said he, making an humble bow, and
advancing towards the musing cavalier; but Don Lope made no answer
whatever, nor did he take the slightest notice of his salutation.

"There!" continued Roque. "_Dios me bendiga!_[36] my precious master is
in a most thoughtful mood. I had always the power of rousing him from
his meditations, but now they appear too powerful for my humble
abilities." "Don Lope," he proceeded in a louder key, "good morning to
your honor," and he accompanied this Christian-like wish with as many
noisy demonstrations as were compatible with good order.

"Oh!" cried Don Lope, suddenly starting, "is it you, Roque?"

"The same, Sir, at your service," replied the obsequious valet.

"Curse thee!" returned his master, "why makest thou that noise?"

"Thank you, dear master, that is a most amiable morning salutation; it
augurs well too on a wedding-day."

"Pshaw! my wedding-day!" cried Gomez Arias, impatiently; and he again
relapsed into his train of reflection.

"Eh?" ejaculated Roque; "I wonder what is in the wind now; all is not
right, I perceive. Señor Don Lope, may I so far intrude on your most
important meditations, as to demand what has sent your wits a
wool-gathering so early in the morning: surely your dreams have not been
unpleasant--for my part I cannot bear terrible dreams; they are ominous,
particularly on the eve of a wedding----"

"Hold thy foolish chatter," interrupted Gomez Arias; "it is not a dream
that troubles me, but a reality, a most mortifying reality. Roque," he
then added in a more familiar tone, "I am involved in a labyrinth from
which it will be no easy matter to extricate myself."

"I am very sorry, good Señor; for my part, I can very well conceive that
a prudent man has cogent reasons to ponder and reflect more than a
philosopher, when he is on the point of being entangled in the labyrinth
of matrimony. Yes, Sir, I allow it is a most dangerous experiment: it is
a voyage menaced with all sorts of foul weather, and surrounded with
shoals, quicksands, and rocks, so that----"

"Roque, a truce with your cursed metaphors," cried Don Lope, "or I'll
blow such a storm about thine ears, as to surpass all description."

"Sir," replied the valet, "if you dislike storms, I have not the
smallest affection for them, so I'll even hold my tongue."

"Roque," said Gomez Arias after a moment's silence, "I am threatened
with the loss of the rich treasure which I have so long and so arduously
toiled to obtain."

"Treasure, Señor!" cried the wondering valet. "_Cuerpo de Cristo!_
Treasure! Be pleased to explain: I was not aware that you expected a
rich treasure; from what quarter is it to come? My dear, dear master, I
suppose you will then pay me all my vails."

"Here's an infamous sinner!" exclaimed Gomez Arias; "an unconscionable
dog, to be talking of money and filthy wages when his master is
labouring under the most perplexing dilemma in which ever mortal man was
placed. Roque, I do not see what prevents me from shaking thy rascally
form to atoms."

Don Lope, in his anger, made a step in advance, while Roque prudently
made one in retrograde.

"Don Lope," cried the retreating valet, "as I hope for salvation, it is
not my wish to offend: you appear in a terrible passion, and there is
certainly some mystery at the bottom: something preys upon your mind,
and if you would make me acquainted with it, perhaps I might devise a
remedy for the evil."

"You cannot, Roque," returned his master, somewhat composed; "you cannot
contrive to defer this wedding!"

"_Virgin del tremedal_," ejaculated Roque, crossing himself, "and is it
come to this at last? So you have discovered some imperfection in the
beauteous bride; some failing of which you were ignorant; better before
the ceremony than after. But it would be a marvellous pity to spoil the
feast, after the splendid preparations made to celebrate it with the
state and decorum to which it is entitled. Lord bless us! a curious
business we should make of it. But never mind; perhaps it is for the
best after all."

"Now, Roque, hast thou finished? Who in the name of _Satanas_[37] can
hear with patience thy everlasting foolery! I do not intend to postpone
the celebration of the wedding from inclination, but because I am so
compelled by unavoidable circumstances."

"What say you, dear master? surely nothing has happened."

"Yes, something, and most extraordinary; thou wilt be astonished at what
I have to relate, Roque."

"Proceed, Señor; hold me not in suspense, and I can verily assure you,
that nothing is wonderful to me."

"I have seen," continued Gomez Arias, in a solemn tone,--"I have seen

"Theodora!" echoed Roque, affecting surprise. "Seen Theodora! in your
dreams, perchance, my good master."

"I have seen her," returned Don Lope, "as plainly as I now see thee.
Nay, I have spoken with her."

"Where, Señor Don Lope?"

"Here, in this very apartment."

"You astonish me," proceeded Roque, "and yet I cannot say it is so very
strange, neither; for I, myself, saw her--that is, I dreamt I saw
her--and dreams, you know, my honored master, are often the precursors
of realities."

"Enough," cried Gomez Arias; "we must now think on the means of averting
the danger."

"The danger!" quoth Roque; "in the name of _San Pablo_, what danger do
you apprehend?"

"Oh, Roque! I am threatened with the worst of evils."

"_Virgen Santa!_ what say you, Señor?"

"Theodora expects me to relinquish the intended wedding, and depart
hence with her, or she will expose me at the very altar."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Roque! "what, is not the gentle lady already tired
of rambling? Good God! I should have imagined she had had too many
mountain adventures to be longing to take another trip with you."

"Roque," said Gomez Arias, "we must remove this girl out of our way."

"Our way!" quoth the man of confidence--"our way, my good Señor? she is
not in my way, by any means."

"No, buffoonery, Sirrah! you have chosen ill your time for jesting. Now
listen, varlet. This Theodora must be disposed of; the urgency of this
measure is obvious."

"Very obvious," responded Roque.

"The sooner the better," continued Don Lope, musing.

"Exactly," rejoined the valet.

"And how this is to be accomplished," muttered Gomez Arias, "without
exciting suspicion among the household, I cannot conceive."

"Nor I," returned Roque.

"It is really the most distressing circumstance," continued his master.

"Uncommonly distressing," echoed the confidant.

"Of course," proceeded Don Lope, "I must employ stratagem; the wedding
must be delayed; I will boldly accost Don Alonso. I shall merely demand
one day, and in that short interval, every thing must be arranged, some
way or other."

Don Lope uttered this last observation with the most imperturbable _sang
froid_, and the conscientious Roque, wisely reflecting that under the
head of disposing of cumbersome damsels, there were some ways not
altogether in accordance with the dictates of conscience, ventured to

"Pardon me, Don Lope, but I hope that in the premeditated disposal of
this troublesome commodity, you do not mean to use any violence; for the
Lord knows that the poor lady is already but too deserving of

"Thou art an impertinent, officious fool, Roque."

"That may be," coolly retorted the valet. "But be pleased to observe,
that from the very commencement of this adventure--from the very first
moment that you poured your sweet poison into the ear of this innocent
young creature, I strenuously set my face against such proceeding;
something whispered to me, that it would ultimately be productive of the
most disastrous results; time will show that forebodings are sometimes
to be credited. So be pleased to recollect, Señor, how often I
remonstrated with you about this melancholy business."

"I do, Roque; and I suppose you likewise recollect what you gained by
your eloquent remonstrances?"

"Oh, Sir," replied Roque, "favors they were, so deeply engraven, that it
would be difficult to efface them from my remembrance."

"Well," continued Gomez Arias, "know, Roque, that I am at this time just
in a humor to treat you with a renewal of such like favors, if you do
not immediately put a stop to your droning and most impertinent
reminiscences. I do not ask your condolence and regret for what is past,
for that now cannot be remedied. I want thy shrewdness and invention to
aid me in the present emergency. Violence I will not employ, so let your
scruples be at rest. I must now see Don Alonso, and prepare the way for
ulterior plans. Roque, I recommend thee to preserve a strict silence on
the matter, if thou art not entirely disgusted with life. Now
begone,--and meet me two hours hence at the _Plaza Nueva_."

Roque made a low bow of assent and withdrew; whilst Gomez Arias,
assuming as much resolution as the importance of the occasion demanded,
left his apartment to meet Don Alonso de Aguilar. Scarcely had he
quitted his chamber than he beheld, with no little emotion, the bustle
and activity which prevailed over the whole palace, on account of the
expected festivities of the day. Here were maids, in fine attire,
tripping gaily along, simpering and smiling, and all good nature and
amiability. There ran servants in gorgeous dresses parading about in
their respective departments, and assuming importance in proportion to
the degree of responsibility which they were to take at the festival;
and handsome pages were seen carrying bridal favors in large and
beautiful silver salvers. Then came a crowd of friends, eagerly making
their way to Gomez Arias, and offering their congratulation to the happy
bridegroom; while the bridegroom, so congratulated, bore on his
countenance an expression of any thing but happiness. Nor were these
tokens of kindness confined alone to friends; for the fame of the
wedding had attracted a proportionate number of hungry bards and
minstrels who came at an early hour to greet the bridegroom with their
songs and rhapsodies, whilst Don Lope, as it may well be supposed,
responded to their love ditties and congratulations with most hearty

He traversed the long galleries and spacious halls of the palace,
already besieged with numerous visitors--some attracted by the splendor
of the festival, and others by the odour of savoury and delicious things
that would grace the convivial board--indeed, from the number of
intelligent artists employed in the preparations, the _connoisseurs_ in
culinary science augured favorably of this department of the feast. Don
Lope with difficulty escaped the compliments and embraces of his
_soi-disant_ dear and respected friends, and making his way through this
mighty army of parasites, called to one of the servants, and caused
himself to be announced to Don Alonso de Aguilar.

He found the warrior already attired for the ceremony, and girding on a
most magnificent sword, which he only used on solemn occasions. After
the first salutations had passed, Gomez Arias remained for a few seconds
pondering within himself the best means of breaking to Aguilar the
disagreeable communication with which he came prepared. A consciousness
of the imposture he was meditating, rendered his situation in the
highest degree embarrassing, and his habitual self-command seemed almost
to have abandoned him at this critical moment. The old warrior perceived
the constraint of his manner, and was struck with the singularity of a
conduct so much at variance with the usual courtly ease and style of
Gomez Arias.

He waited therefore for some time in expectation that Don Lope had
something to communicate; but as the young cavalier appeared in no haste
to signify his wishes--

"Don Lope," at length, said Aguilar, "you are really too thoughtful for
a man on his wedding-day."

A pause ensued; and the affair becoming more perplexing every minute,
Gomez Arias found the urgency of adopting a decisive step. He summoned,
therefore, all his adroitness, and with much deference and respect he
said to the father of Leonor,--

"Don Alonso, an unexpected event has just been imparted to me,--and the
distress which my feelings have sustained, has no doubt excited your
surprise,--but before the ceremony proceeds, however great my
reluctance, it is imperatively required that I should communicate with
you, and solicit your advice in this difficulty."

"Proceed, Señor," said Don Alonso; "though allow me to observe, that any
communication of importance ought to have been made before this day."

"Don Alonso," resumed Gomez Arias, with firmness, "there are
circumstances in life which are not controllable by the will of man.
Strange as the request which I am about to make may appear, it is
absolutely necessary. Sir, with all the respect which you are entitled
to command, but with all the firmness which duty requires of me, I must
throw myself on your indulgence, and pray you to defer the wedding until

"What!" exclaimed Aguilar, struck with surprise at so extraordinary a
demand; "defer the wedding! Don Lope, what means this?--Surely you do
not intend to affront my house!"

"The honor of your house, Don Alonso de Aguilar," answered Gomez Arias,
with composure, "is now intimately connected with my own; and it would
be unjustifiable to suppose me guilty of such intentions."

"What am I then to think of your strange proposal?" demanded
Aguilar--his brow mantling with indignation.

"It is a request," replied Gomez Arias, "that I would never have
contemplated of my own accord; and you may well imagine what my feelings
must be when I am obliged to postpone my happiness even for one day.
Certainly it is no trivial inducement that could prompt me to such a
measure; I hope this will plead my justification. I have received a
dispatch from my valued friend Count Ureña, stating that he is seized
with a mortal distemper, and conjuring me, as I esteem the blessings of
a dying man, to repair to his couch ere it be too late. He has a most
important communication which must be intrusted to no one but Gomez
Arias. The castle of the Count," added Don Lope, "is but six leagues
distant, and I shall be back by to-morrow. Now, Don Alonso, I crave your
advice: shall I disregard the last request of a man to whom my family
are under sacred obligations, or will you allow the ceremony to be
delayed till to-morrow, by which means I shall be enabled at once to
fulfil the dictates of honor and humanity, without trespassing too far
on my own happiness?"

Don Alonso de Aguilar was in some manner reconciled to the necessity of
the measure proposed by Gomez Arias, though his pride received a severe
check, the effects of which were easily to be discerned in his

"But," said he with some asperity of tone, "my permission is not the
only one you are to obtain, Don Lope. My daughter must be
consulted--have you received her sanction? The Queen also must be
forthwith apprized of this sudden change, and I know not how her
Highness may be disposed to acquiesce in the alteration."

Gomez Arias promised easily to remove all difficulties with his bride,
if Don Alonso would immediately use his influence with the Queen, and
urge the necessity of the delay. He was aware that the high spirit of
Leonor would, under any circumstances, deeply resent such a measure;
still he confidently relied on his own abilities and persuasion to
overrule any objection on her part. He hurried therefore to her
apartment, craved admittance, which was granted, and found himself
before his intended bride, rendered still more beautiful by the costly
ornaments with which she was adorned.

"Well, Don Lope," said she smiling, while surveying herself in the
mirror, "what think you of my appearance?"

"As of a divinity to whom I bend in adoration," gallantly replied Gomez
Arias, and taking her hand he pressed it to his lips with respectful

Leonor replied to this mark of her lover's regard with a look of

"But," exclaimed she, laughing, "I cannot compliment Señor Don Lope,
upon the taste of his toilet. No doubt he will tell me that his
imagination has been altogether engrossed with my beauty, and that he
has not bestowed a single thought upon himself: however," she continued
in the same strain, "from the respect we owe to the Queen, and the noble
friends who will honor us with their presence, it will be necessary to
recall the attention of the cavalier, even to so unworthy a subject as

She was still proceeding, when Gomez Arias, who considered every moment
he lost of vital importance in the arrangement of his plans, resolved at
once to acquaint her with his determination.

"It seems fated, dear Leonor," he said, "that I am to experience a
greater share of disappointment than usually falls to the lot of man;
scarcely has the late impediment to our union been removed, and I am on
the point of succeeding to my heart's fondest wishes, when----"

"Surely, Lope," interrupted Leonor, with emotion, "your rashness has not
again placed you in the peril from which you have so lately escaped--and
yet your dress and deportment bespeak something disastrous--Speak--say,
Don Lope--let me know the worst."

"Calm yourself, dearest Leonor; there is no danger to apprehend."

He then, in a few words, explained what he had already said to her
father, and in soothing terms solicited her consent to what he proposed.

"What need is there of my consent," she said, whilst her countenance
betrayed the mortification she experienced, "to a measure that meets the
approval of the Queen and my father! Certainly," she continued, "let us
defer the ceremony."

There was something in the tone in which these words were delivered,
that thrilled to the heart of Don Lope; for the sarcastic smile and the
forced tranquillity which Leonor had assumed, plainly indicated that her
pride had been deeply wounded, though she affected to treat the affair
with indifference. Gomez Arias had recourse to all his eloquence in
order to smooth the resentment awakened by his proposal, but Leonor
repelled his advances with a resolute dignity of manner.

"Go, Don Lope," she said, proudly, "you are losing time here--consider
the state of the Count; and unless you make good speed, he may never
know the kind and valuable friend he possesses."

She then called her attendants, and with the most perfect indifference
began to divest herself of her ornaments, urging all the time to her
future husband the necessity of immediate departure.

Gomez Arias, though reluctantly, was compelled to leave his bride, and
hurried away further to promote the accomplishment of the plots which
distracted his attention.

Leonor was soon disrobed of her bridal garments, and the disconcerted
maids were lost in astonishment at the extraordinary change which had
taken place. Nor could they explain the cheerfulness of manner visible
in their mistress, when she announced that the wedding was to be
deferred. But under the apparent indifference of Leonor, rankled a deep
feeling of injury. The same pride that resented her lover's
determination, forbade her to exhibit any degree of concern; but though
the feeling was repressed, its effects would be more lasting than if
expended in reproaches and complaints.

Don Alonso de Aguilar signified the unexpected delay to all the officers
of the household, and the amazement of every one may easily be
conceived. Every trifling circumstance was discussed, but nothing
satisfactory elucidated, save that every individual, either as his
interest was concerned, or his curiosity unsatisfied, loudly exclaimed
against a change which interfered so much with his profit or pleasure.


    Ambition, like a torrent, ne'er looks back;
    It is a swelling, and the last affection
    A high mind can put off. It is a rebel
    Both to the soul and reason, and enforces
    All laws, all conscience; treads upon religion,
    And offers violence to Nature's self.

                                Ben Jonson.

Gomez Arias, after his interview with Leonor, repaired to the place
where he had appointed his confidential valet to await his leisure. Upon
his way he met the diligent Roque, and briefly related to him the
success which had hitherto attended his operations.

"My good Roque," he gaily exclaimed, "our path now seems clear, and we
have nothing to impede our course."

"Aye, Señor," returned Roque, "so it appears; but God grant that our
course may not yet be obstructed. When he who walketh uprightly must see
that he stumbleth not, what chance have we?"

"Well," cried his master, laughing, "in such a case mind thou art not in
my way; for assuredly my fall will entail upon thee some sore bruises."

"Bless me, good Señor," cried the valet, jocosely, "do what I may, I
cannot guard myself from such peril; for, by some unaccountable
mischance, when you _do_ fall, I am sure to reap the disagreeable
results: however, may the saints protect us in all lawful enterprise,
and, certes, there is no stronger law than necessity."

"Oh, Heavens!" exclaimed Don Lope, at this moment, "Roque--look! who is
that cavalier in the distance?"

Roque looked as he was ordered, but could perceive nothing that might
call for such an exclamation.

"Señor," said he, surprised, "what causes your alarm?"

"Is not that _caballero_ going towards our mansion?"

"He may--but what is there strange in that?"

"Surely it is the Count Ureña!"

"He looks very much like him."

"Then I am undone! Run, Roque; dispatch! Detain him."

And without further ceremony, by the smart application of his hand to
the back of the valet, he gave an additional impetus to the motives for
increased exertion, whilst he himself advanced at a brisk pace towards
the object that had so unseasonably disturbed his interesting

Roque, like a good servant, without losing any time in useless parley,
obeyed his master's commands by making the best of his way to the person
in question, who in reality proved to be the Count. Gomez Arias, feeling
certain that his apprehensions were well founded, suddenly seized him by
the shoulder, at the same time calling on him to stay.

"What means this?" cried Ureña, sharply, turning round, not at all
pleased with the roughness of the salutation: "who is he that dares----"

"Your friend," answered Gomez Arias, laughing.

"Don Lope!" cried Count Ureña, in amazement.

"The same--but whither are you going?"

"To your house, surely: and now you must confess that I am a sincere
friend; for although not entirely recovered from my late indisposition,
I could not resist the desire of being present at your wedding; so I
posted to Granada, and here I am, in time, I suppose?"

"Oh, quite," replied Don Lope, evidently annoyed.

"But it seems," continued Count Ureña, "that my arrival does not meet
with your approbation?"

"My dear friend, you must excuse my apparent want of cordiality, but I
have already dispatched an express to your castle to explain matters,
and you must on no account be seen in Granada."

"But why?"

"I ask it as a particular favor."

"I cannot comprehend," said the Count, perplexed: then he turned to
Roque; but Roque, as if aware that he was about to be questioned, and,
conscious of his total inability to satisfy any queries, to save the
Count a fruitless expenditure of words, shrugged up his shoulders, and
rolled his eyes most expressively.

"My dear Count," cried Gomez Arias, "it is of momentous importance that
you should not be seen in this city by any of our mutual relations and
friends. My peace of mind, my future prospects, nay, my very honor,
require this sacrifice from your friendship. I have no time now to enter
into explanation; but the enigma will be solved upon your perusal of my
dispatch: in the meantime suffice it to say, that your immediate removal
from Granada, and your strictly keeping within your house, will bind me
to you with a powerful and lasting obligation."

"_By Santiago_, Don Lope," exclaimed the Count, good humoredly, "you
must either be crazy, or wish to pass some merry jest upon me. Well, I
am heartily happy to see a bridegroom in such spirits."

"No, by my honor," returned Gomez Arias, "I solemnly vow to you, that
this step is demanded by actual and imperious necessity."

"Well, well," replied the nobleman, acquiescing, "I will, at all events,
comply with your request, whatever may be the motive."

The friends took leave of each other, and Gomez Arias breathed more
freely, as he again considered himself assured of the success of his

"Señor," said Roque, "we were just speaking of impediments, and there
comes the Count. Now, God send that we may meet no more!"

"Ay, Roque," replied Gomez Arias: "If I think rightly, the most material
part of the business remains yet to be done, and it puzzles me strangely
how to ensure its success."

"Most prudently said, Señor," returned Roque; "for it is indeed a
ticklish point to dispose of a lady, when it unfortunately happens that
she is not equally desirous to be disposed of;--but whither are we going

"To the gardens,--for there we shall be unobserved:" then, after a
pause, he continued; "Roque, thou appearest uneasy; what is the reason
that at every minute thy head is turned backwards, as if in

"Oh, nothing, Señor, nothing in the world."

The valet delivered these words in an irresolute tone, for his master's
observations had been just. Roque had for some time betrayed such
disquietude in his manner, that at length the attention of Don Lope was
directed towards the object of his valet's uneasiness, and he perceived
a stranger following them at some distance. It was a Moor, of dark and
repulsive appearance, who was evidently observing them, although he
affected a total indifference to their movements.

"Roque," said Gomez Arias, in whom the slightest incident now created
suspicion, "Dost thou know that strange looking man?"

"Think you, my honored master," returned Roque, "that I am likely to
consort with so villainous looking a Moor? What should I do with such an
acquaintance? I am a _Christiano viejo_,[38] and my conscience would not
allow me to consort with infidels, and particularly when they are so
ill-favored as yonder prowling rascal."

"Roque, Roque, thou talkest too much, and the very earnestness of thy
manner makes me strongly suspect that thy knowledge of the stranger is
more than thou art willing that I should learn."

"_San Pedro me valga!_" ejaculated Roque. "My honored master, how can
you thus call in question my integrity? Do you think, Señor, it is
really possible for me to use any mystery with my master?"

"Avaunt, thou hypocritical dog!" cried Don Lope; "thou canst not deceive
me: however, I am now too deeply engrossed with more important matters;
but mark me--should I find out any double dealing, any imposition on thy
part, thou mayest well tremble!"

"Tremble!" exclaimed Roque, in a shrill tone, and affecting
indifference. "An honest man has no reason to tremble."

And he trembled and quivered like the aspen leaf, which doubtless did
not look as if he had yet possessed himself of the attributes of an
honest man. They had by this time arrived at the gardens, and Gomez
Arias was exceedingly surprised when he observed that the strange Moor
had followed them thither, though keeping always the same respectful

"By my honor," exclaimed Gomez Arias, "such conduct cannot be merely
accidental. Roque, _maldito_,[39] some mystery lies in this."

"In what, Señor Don Lope?" demanded the valet, with much simplicity.

"Attempt not to impose on me, thou base-born and ungracious varlet. Why
does that Moor follow us in this manner?"

"My dear master," replied Roque, "is it in my power to stop the man?
What dominion have I over him? These places are public, and I suppose
that he, though a Moor, considers that he has the same right to walk
here as we faithful Christians. Now, good Señor, could you prevail upon
the queen to limit the privileges of those infidels, and allot them a
piece of ground for their own use, aloof from all public places,
certainly much abomination and contamination would be spared; and

"Cease, thou graceless dog!" interrupted Don Lope. "Cease, for I can no
longer endure thy interminable prosing; a more talkative varlet never
intruded on the patience of an indulgent master. See! there is the
mysterious Moor again; and if I mistake not, it is the very same who has
followed me already twice before. Yes, surely he is the same, although
he has somewhat altered his attire."

"What!" cried Roque thrown off his guard; "has he followed you too,

"Ah!" returned Don Lope, "then you have seen him before. Now, rascal,"
he added, grasping roughly the poor valet by the collar--"Leave off this
foolish dissembling, or by _Santiago_, I'll strangle thee on the spot!"

"Sweet master, you surely don't mean to harm your faithful Roque?"

"Art thou, then, prepared to confess thy knowledge of the Moor?"
demanded Gomez Arias.

"Like a good Christian, I am always prepared to confess."

"Well, then, begin, thou sinner."

"That is easily said," mumbled out the valet; "but, consider, good Sir,
that my sins cannot find utterance, as long as you obstruct their
natural egress in this most unchristian manner. In pity, gentle Señor,
unloose your grasp a little, or I shall die without confessing at all."

Indeed, the poor valet's face afforded an incontrovertible proof of the
sincerity of his expostulations; for his master, though perfectly
elegant in all his movements and demeanor, was at no particular pain in
observing the strictest rules of politeness when he chanced to handle
his luckless attendant. Roque's face appeared by this time in its
colour no bad specimen of a well burnished pan--his loquacious tongue
protruded from its natural dwelling, and the little buried eyes started
out with an unusual degree of animation.

Don Lope, observing his distress, released him with a few hearty
shakings; and Roque, after taking two or three deep and lengthened
respirations, began to examine his person, to assure himself he had
sustained no damage, and then applying his hand to his collar--

"_Virgen Santa!_" he cried, "here are fine doings! Oh, my honored
master, what have you done! There is my beautiful--my best
_gorguera_[40] completely destroyed--torn to tatters--absolutely spoilt
for ever--past remedy. Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Such a fine _gorguera_, too, of
the very best lace, and worked by the pretty and dignified fingers of
Lisarda--and what will she say? What will she say when her loquacious
abilities are called into action by no less a subject than the total
destruction of her superb _gorguera_?"

"By all the powers of darkness, Roque," cried Gomez Arias, "but I would
confidently match thee against all the Lisardas in the world."

"Señor Don Lope, a fine _gorguera_ is perhaps unworthy of your
eloquence; for, in sooth, you reserve your powers of tongue for more
deserving objects. But consider, Sir----"

"Sirrah!" interrupted Gomez Arias, "I have no time to waste upon your
foolery. I perceive your drift; you want to elude my examination; but
now, Roque, be explicit or---- how often have you seen that Moor?"

"Much oftener than I could wish," answered Roque.

"Then he wished to form an acquaintance with you?"

"Apparently he did; but you know, Señor, we must not always trust to

"How did you meet his advances?"

"I did not meet them at all, Don Lope, for I kept advancing myself all
the time, and as it happened that we adhered constantly to the same
regular pace, we had a fair chance of going round Spain without ever
coming into contact."

"Roque, thou art a shrewd villain," said Gomez Arias, who, perplexed as
he was at the moment, could not help smiling at this conceit of his
valet; and reflecting that, with such a fellow, he was more likely to
succeed by gentle means than by actual force--

"Now, Roque," he said, "I am willing to give you credit for what you
say, and you ought to deal frankly with me in return."

"Aye, Sir," replied Roque, very coolly, "upon the matter of credit we
are even."

"Even upon credit! how, Sirrah?"

"For my wages," composedly answered the valet.

"Roque, you may one day go too far," returned Don Lope; "I may laugh at
your fooleries, but they do not always fall in accordance with my humor.
However, as to the point in question,--it appears that the Moor had
really sought your acquaintance?"

"Yes, I must allow that," replied Roque; "but with the proviso that I am
in no way accountable for the fancies that either Moor or Christian may
take to me, as long as I do not give any encouragement, which is
precisely the case in the present instance."

"Well," said Gomez Arias, "this matter shall be investigated at a future
period, for I must attend to more important affairs; and now, Roque,
tell me what your fruitful invention has conjured up to rid me of the
troublesome object of my disquietude."

"My fruitful invention, Señor, as you are kindly pleased to term that
faculty, which at other times you most unceremoniously treat with
contempt;--my fruitful invention, Don Lope, has conjured up----"

"What, my good Roque?" eagerly inquired his master.

"Nothing," drawled out the valet.

"Provoking idiot," exclaimed Gomez Arias; "I know not what induces me
to retain such a dull brute about me."

A pause followed, and Don Lope, quite at a loss on what course to
determine, seated himself on one of the stone benches concealed by the
trees that overshadowed the place. There he began to muse, whilst Roque,
unwilling to disturb his reflections, betook himself to examine the
unfortunate _gorguera_, and heave many a ludicrous sigh over its
melancholy fate.

"Roque," cried Gomez Arias, after a short lapse, "I see no remedy but
placing Theodora in a convent."

"Aye!" answered Roque, "it will all be right, provided she consents."

"Consents! By my troth, thinkest thou I shall put myself to the
inconvenience of consulting her inclination?--No, Roque; unless some
better plan be instantly devised, I must even resolve upon the convent;
for the time passes rapidly away, and this girl must be disposed of

"Could you not contrive to send her to her father?" demanded Roque:
"Poor thing, she is so very unhappy that----"

"Send her to her father!" returned Gomez Arias. "Art thou mad,
Roque?--or is it thy wish that my fortune should be ruined for ever?"

"Neither one nor the other," rejoined the valet; "but it strikes me as
plainly as day-light, that before we contrive to shut up this bird in
the cage, her continual chirping will call some one to the rescue, and
then I do not see any chance of mending our fortune; but, by-the-bye,
talking of mending, I wonder if I am likely to find any for this most
innocent and ill-treated _gorguera_?"

"A thousand curses on thee and on thy _gorguera_!" cried Gomez Arias,
impatiently; then, assuming a calmer tone, he continued--"With regard to
thy fears that she may call for rescue, that inconvenience may be easily

"_Santos cielos!_" exclaimed Roque, with visible affright--"You surely
do not mean to cut off her tongue?"

"No," answered Don Lope, "that fate I reserve for yours, unless you
contrive to keep it under better control."--He then added--"By sending
Theodora to some nunnery in a remote city, such as Barcelona or
Saragossa for example,--the air must be sharp, indeed, that can convey
thus far the sound of her complaints."

"But, Señor," asked Roque, "is the young lady to be conducted to the
said remote city by magic, or is she merely to be led in the ordinary
way; for if this last be the case, what deception can you use subtle
enough to lure a bird that has already been caught once in your snares?"

"That is true," replied Gomez Arias, "but I must risk a distant danger,
to ward off a more immediate one. I do not entirely flatter myself that
this unfortunate business will not come to light some time; but if I
cannot avoid the storm, I am anxious that, ere it explode, I should at
least be under good shelter."

"Well, Señor," said Roque, "it is a very delicate piece of business,
and I really cannot harbour the presumption of offering you my advice. I
shall obey your commands, as in duty bound, provided they are not in too
direct an opposition with my conscience and----"

"And what?" inquired Don Lope.

"_Lavabo inter innocentes manus meas_," solemnly chaunted the valet, at
the same time affecting to wash his hands.

"_Lavabo inter innocentes_, indeed," exclaimed Gomez Arias: "here's a
conscientious sinner with a vengeance! So you cannot light upon some
feasible design?"

"No, in very truth I cannot."

"Then who in the name of Satan can extricate me?" cried Gomez Arias, in

"I can!" answered a deep and determined voice.

Gomez Arias started, turned round, and with amazement beheld the
mysterious stranger standing, with folded arms, looking calmly upon him.

"And who art thou?" demanded Don Lope, "that presumest thus to intrude
upon my privacy?"

"Good Heavens! who should it be?" said Roque, not allowing time to the
stranger to give an answer; "why, my honored master, you piously invoked
Satan, and his diabolical majesty sends you forthwith one of his

"Stranger!" proceeded Gomez Arias, not heeding his valet, "what is thy

"To know that were superfluous," coldly answered the Moor, "and in
nowise necessary towards the acceptation of my services."

"And what assistance canst thou afford me? I know thee not--and yet
those features should not be entirely strangers to my eyes."

"It is possible that they are not," replied the stranger, unmoved, "nor
is your countenance altogether unknown to me."

"Who then art thou?" demanded Gomez Arias.

"Surely a Moor--a worthless Moor!" bitterly returned the renegade; for
it was no other that now addressed Don Lope;--nor did he feel
apprehensive of discovery, altered as he was by the conflict of his
passions, continual sufferings, and even by the dress which he had
adopted to baffle the penetration of Gomez Arias.

"Whoever I may be," continued the renegade, "is of no consequence; I
come to render you service--are you disposed to accept it?"

"I cannot," firmly replied Don Lope, "from an utter stranger, without
previously knowing the motives by which he is actuated."

"What!" exclaimed Bermudo, affecting surprise, "cannot you guess my
motives? Certainly, I do not pretend to deny that by assisting you
_now_, I chiefly mean to serve myself. You surely cannot expect more
from a perfect stranger, as you call me. Look at me, Christian!" he
added, stifling the conflict which was working in his bosom at the very
sight of his foe; "behold, I am a Moor--a miserable Moor. And what else
but interest could prompt a destitute, a desperate man to proffer his
services to the proud and rich ones of the land?--Love, or esteem, or
gratitude, think you? No, never! My own interest I consult--consult
yours, and decide."

"Interest!" cried Gomez Arias; "there is something reassuring in that
word. I like to hear a man talk of his interest, for then I am tempted
to believe in his sincerity. What, then, canst thou do for thy interest,
Moor? Let us hear in what manner thou art able to serve me."

"I can do much," replied the renegade: "You, Don Lope Gomez Arias, are
at present involved in a most distressing predicament?"

"I am."

"And the source of your disquietude is a woman?"


"Her name, Theodora?"

"Thou art indeed instructed in this affair--how cam'st thou by the
knowledge?"--and he cast a terrible look on the trembling Roque.

"Señor," cried Roque, "as I hope for salvation, I----"

"Silence, Sirrah!" exclaimed his master.

"Nay," observed the renegade, "blame not yon trembler; it is true that I
applied to him before I resolved upon offering you my services
personally; but from fear, or some other reason, he paid no regard to my
proposal. I therefore waved all further ceremony, and knowing the crisis
to be at hand, I have seized this opportunity to address you."

"And what proposition hast thou to make?" demanded Don Lope.

"To remove from your path this obstacle to your ambition; to rid you
immediately of Theodora."

"Fiend!" fiercely cried Gomez Arias, "thou darest not propose murder to

"No, Christian," calmly returned Bermudo "dark as my form may be, and
unseemly as my features are, yet I would scorn to imbrue my hands in the
blood of a woman: no, though a ruffian, I am not yet sunk to the
despicable wretch you suppose me. Theodora shall not suffer any
indignity from me, but merely be removed from Granada."

"And what security wouldst thou afford of thy adherence to this promise,
should I be inclined to enter into arrangements?"

"Security! the most firm and unbounded--the love which a Moor has
conceived for her charms."

"What! art thou then the admirer?" sneeringly asked Gomez Arias.

"No!" indignantly exclaimed the renegade--"see you aught of that in me?
Can the signs of any tender sentiment be traced in my visage?"

"Well," muttered Roque, "methinks he speaks very sensibly."

"I cannot love," repeated the renegade; "but a Moor, my superior in
rank, one whom I have bound myself to serve, is powerfully stricken with
the beauty of her you now wish to discard; he will treat her with every
consideration, and, in defiance of all disadvantages, is bent upon
gaining her love."

The eyes of Gomez Arias glistened with satisfaction as the renegade made
these overtures, but still he paused before he came to a determination.
He eyed the stranger with the scrutiny of a man resolved to analyze
every feature, endeavouring to trace if any line of treachery were
discernible; but he beheld nothing to awaken his suspicions. That dark
brow was smooth and calm: for well aware of the examination to which he
should be subjected by Gomez Arias, Bermudo had prepared himself for an
interview on which the success of his plans intimately depended. Thus,
his countenance evinced nothing but a gloomy composure, from which
expression Gomez Arias could gather no trace of the deeper designs that
had urged him to proffer his services.

"Are you resolved?" inquired the renegade, after a pause.

"Where lives the Moor to whom Theodora must be committed?" inquired Don
Lope. "Does he inhabit this city? For in this case all further
communication on the subject would be needless."

"No," answered the renegade, "he does not dwell in Granada, though not
far from it at present: more you shall learn this night, should you be
disposed to admit my proposals: but you must decide forthwith, as I
shall be obliged to take my measures accordingly."

He folded his arms and gazed on Gomez Arias with seeming
indifference.--Don Lope felt a moment's hesitation: there was something
in this mysterious transaction that imparted misgiving to his mind; but
the shortness of the time at his disposal, and the imminency of the
danger, quickly silenced his rising doubts. Roque, who perceived the
inward conflict sustained by his master, attempted, by a gentle
remonstrance, to persuade him to discard the Moor's offer, but Don Lope
indignantly repulsed the presuming valet.

"Sirrah!" he said, "I need not thy counsel; if, when asked, thy humility
will not permit thee to give it, I marvel at thy presumption to offer
thy opinion now."

"Moor, what are thy conditions?" he continued, bracing all his energies
to a firm resolution.

"The price I shall expect," replied the renegade, "you are sensible
must be commensurate with the importance of my assistance."

"Certainly," exclaimed Gomez Arias, with a sneer: "what you consider a
just remuneration will no doubt be some exorbitant extortion."

"Christian!" retorted the renegade, "to show you that I place confidence
in the magnitude of my service, I shall leave the reward entirely to
your generosity,--and now listen. At midnight you must be with Theodora
at the extremity of _El cerro de los Martires_;[41] the distance is
short from Granada, and can therefore soon be traversed. There I will
wait for you, and there you may likewise meet the noble Moor that
employs me."

"I am resolved," cried Gomez Arias. "Yes, I will meet you at midnight
then"--and rising, he was about to withdraw, when the renegade gently
detaining him--

"Stay," he said; "I must have a pledge to present to my master."

"What dost thou demand?" asked Don Lope.

"That ring," returned Bermudo, pointing to one that sparkled on the hand
of Gomez Arias.

"I cannot part with this gem; it is a bauble, but one I must preserve;
ask for another boon three times as valuable, and it shall be granted

"One does not hinder the other," said the renegade, dissembling. "Think
you, Don Lope, that the difficulty from which I disentangle you merits
no other reward than a paltry ring? I must have it for a pledge, and it
shall be returned in due time for gold."

Gomez Arias cast a look of contempt on the Moor, who, thoroughly
prepared for his part, most efficaciously assumed the appearance of the
mercenary he was then undertaking to personate.

"Well, what is it you resolve," he cried, with a malicious smile--"to
part with a ring, or keep the woman you detest?"

"Take it!" disdainfully replied Gomez Arias, throwing the required
pledge on the ground.

The renegade humbly inclined himself to take it; but he could not so
completely master his feelings as not to betray some marks of the
pleasure he felt at the possession of so precious a gage. Gomez Arias,
however, erroneously attributed these symptoms to the avaricious
disposition of the wretch who appeared willing to undertake any service
for gold. He again cast a contemptuous glance on the Moor, and making a
sign to Roque, abruptly left the place. The renegade gave a loose to the
joy which swelled tumultuously in his bosom; he kissed the ring with
wild demonstrations of pleasure, and looking in the direction that Gomez
Arias was gone--

"Now," he exclaimed, "my time is coming, and soon, proud Spaniard, wilt
thou feel the power of thy bitterest enemy."


    Cielos en que ha se parar
    Tan dificultosa empresa?

                                _Lope de Vega._

    Quoi! tant de perfidie avec tant de courage?
    De crimes, de vertus, quel horrible assemblage!


After the defeat of his companions at Alhacen, and the total
annihilation of their hopes and resources in that quarter, Bermudo the
renegade had prudently fled to Granada. He knew he should be in greater
security in that city, from the mixed intercourse of Moors and
Christians, than by continuing in the wandering habits of a mountain
life, now circumvented with numberless dangers from the active searches
which the Christians were making to destroy every rebel that might be
surprised lurking in suspicious places. The same course had been pursued
by a considerable number of the dispersed Moors, whilst others, less
enterprising or more cautious, had concealed themselves in obscure
caverns and hiding places.

The renegade was one of the first that had arrived at Granada; and
prudently mingling with the crowd of joyous Christians, feigned to be
exceedingly interested in the solemnity of the day, when his attention
was forcibly attracted by the appearance of a cavalcade in which he
recognized an object already familiar to his sight. Great as his
surprise was, he could not entertain a doubt that it was Theodora
herself, Cañeri's fair captive, who now unexpectedly struck his view. An
impulse of curiosity induced him to follow her, until he perceived that
she was safely lodged in the mansion of Aguilar. From that instant,
Bermudo had unremittingly devoted his time to investigating this
occurrence. He learnt with pleasure that his hated foe was still alive.
Nay, he had actually seen him; and, fervently bent on prosecuting every
scheme that might hold out a probability of forwarding his views of
vengeance, he had succeeded in his first inquiries to the full extent of
his wishes. He had learnt the approaching wedding of Gomez Arias, and,
remembering the circumstance of Theodora's lamentations and despair on
the supposed death of that individual, he naturally concluded that there
was some mystery, which, if discovered, might be easily converted to his
own advantage.

He had therefore artfully sought an acquaintance with Roque, the
acknowledged servant of Gomez Arias, and partly by insidious questions,
and partly by his own penetration, he had drawn the conclusion that
Theodora was the forsaken mistress of Gomez Arias, brought by chance to
the very scene of his expectations, and who, if apprised of her lover's
treachery, would afford a powerful obstacle to his views. The renegade
therefore seized the favorable opportunity which presented itself, to
accomplish the ruin of his hated foe, and determined to neglect no
means of accomplishing the revenge which had been his solitary pursuit
for many years. But his plan of operations was as deep and intricate as
the motive that directed him was dark and diabolical. Finding that Roque
absolutely refused to open his proposal to his master, he resolved to
break the matter to him in person, and with this intention had proceeded
to the public walks, as already mentioned. His artful and wily behavour,
assisted by the distracting position of Don Lope's affairs, had betrayed
the latter into that snare which the renegade had so cunningly devised,
and which, if followed up with success, would lead the unwary Gomez
Arias towards a labyrinth, in the mazes of which his destruction might
be easily completed.

Thus Bermudo could not conceal his inward satisfaction when he found
himself possessed of the ring of Gomez Arias--a ring which he well
recollected had been the gift of Queen Isabella,--a precious gage,
which, in the process of his fiendish machinations, might contribute
materially to their successful termination. While on the one hand the
renegade was thus awaiting with anxiety the result of every move in his
diabolical game, and Don Lope on the other was congratulating himself
upon the speedy close of his heartless compact, the lovely but
unfortunate subject of both speculations was happy in comparative
tranquillity at the palace of her preserver.

In perfect obedience to the urgent and repeated injunctions of her
lover, Theodora kept herself in seclusion in her apartment. Implicitly
confiding in the promises and vows of Don Lope, and fondly indulging in
dreams of future bliss, she nevertheless felt a degree of disquietude,
natural to the high excitement into which her feelings had been thrown.
The morning came--the morning of that eventful day, and the commotion
which prevailed throughout the palace, failed not to interest Theodora,
although the cause admitted of various interpretations. Now she fondly
imagined that Gomez Arias had already sought an interview with Aguilar,
and made the necessary disclosures; and then again she shuddered at the
idea that the fond wishes in which she had indulged might never be

This state of anxiety and suspense was fortunately interrupted by
Lisarda, who burst abruptly into the room with looks of visible alarm.
She turned about without ceremony, and before Theodora could collect her
thoughts to inquire into the reason of this perturbation--

"_Santos Cielos!_" she exclaimed, "here are fine doings! that it should
come to this! fye--shame! precisely at the very moment that---- well,
before I would consent to be treated in this manner, I'd suffer my eyes
to be plucked out, and my tongue torn from the very root. After so much
preparation! Lord! Lord! to disappoint a whole family and throw so many
honorable people into confusion!"

Here the good Lisarda was compelled to take breath, of which Theodora
most opportunely availed herself to inquire into the cause of the

"Now, gentle Lisarda," she said "tell me what has happened? No disaster
to the family; I hope?"

"Alas!" screamed out Lisarda, perfectly recovered from her exhaustion,
"your hopes, lady, unhappily, cannot prevent the disaster, for truly a
most terrible disaster it is,--fraud and insolence, and most abominable
perjury is in the case, I am sure. Yes, the family has been treated this
morning with the most untimely and vexatious incivility. Such a breach
of delicacy and decorum never did I witness before. _Virgen Santa!_ how
will this end? The Lord knows that I, for my part, never felt tranquil
on the score of the gallant.--No, no; I always said Don Rodrigo for my
money--but that is neither here nor there; the evil is done, and we must
stand the results. Really it is provoking--such a beautiful dress I had
prepared, and now to defer the ceremony!"

"Defer what ceremony?" eagerly inquired Theodora.

"The wedding to be sure," responded Lisarda. "What, did I not tell you

"In sooth you did not."

"Really? God defend us! I am a most thoughtless silly girl, that is
certain. Why, my good lady, what should be deferred but the wedding?"

"And that is the misfortune, then, which has occasioned such uncommon
signs of regret?" demanded Theodora, scarcely able to conceal her inward

"To be sure, lady; and by my troth, it strikes me that the subject is
well worthy the mortification it has caused us all. Good heavens! had
the accident happened to you, my sweet lady, perchance you might not be
inclined to endure it so philosophically. But the Lord save me! if you
do not appear to rejoice in this calamity!"

"Rejoice! heavens! what do you mean?" cried Theodora, blushing deeply,
and striving to conceal her emotion. "What can induce you to suppose I
could have so perverse a disposition, as to rejoice at an event that is
evidently annoying and distressing to my kind and generous benefactor?"

"Dear lady, take not amiss my observation, but as sure as I am a
Christian, and hope for salvation, you are much altered for the better
since yesterday."

Having communicated the news of the palace to her fair charge, the good
Lisarda bustled away to learn further particulars. Theodora soon after
received a visit from the noble Don Alonso, on whose countenance were
strongly depicted the signs of displeasure. Theodora easily divined the
cause, and though she rejoiced in the termination of an event, in which
her happiness was so deeply interested, she could not suppress a
sensation of generous pity, at the idea that she was the immediate,
though innocent, cause of her benefactor's disappointment.

With the simplicity congenial to her nature, she more than once during
this interview felt a strong desire to throw herself at the feet of
Aguilar, and frankly to avow the whole of her melancholy tale; yet she
was restrained from following the genuine impulse of her heart, when
she recollected her lover's absolute command. Thus, although her
delicacy and frankness were hurt at the duplicity she was compelled to
use towards one by whom she had been rescued from the most appalling
fate, she stifled the suggestions of sincerity, to observe implicitly
the wishes of a man who was even then planning her future misery and
misfortune. Nor was this the only trial that Theodora had to sustain.
She had been obliged to resist the invitation of Aguilar, who repeatedly
pressed her to make her appearance in the grand saloon, and she had the
mortification of suspecting, that an unfavorable construction was put
upon her denial. They might attribute to female caprice, or a want of
proper feelings for a generous benefactor, that which in reality was the
mere effect of a sensitive mind and a devoted heart.

Theodora underwent all these trials with patient resignation, in the
fond expectation of a speedy deliverance from her present irksome
situation. In this uninterrupted succession of doubt and fear she spent
the long and tedious day, and hailed with transport the arrival of
night, which was now enveloping in her sable mantle the proud turrets
and lofty buildings of Granada.


    Per gli antri, e per le selve ognun traea
    Allor la vita, nè fra setà, o lane
    Le sue ruvide membra ravvolgea.


At a short distance from Granada there is a place called _El cerro de
los Martires_,[42] which traditionary lore had invested with most
appalling histories. This place abounded in deep caverns and
subterranean vaults, in which it was a received tradition that the Moors
used in former times to shut their Christian captives, and make them
undergo dreadful torments. By the vicissitudes of fortune, however,
these dungeons were now converted into secure retreats by the fallen
and dispersed Moors. Several of these lurking places had already been
traced out by the unwearied perseverance of the Spaniards, or betrayed
through the treachery of mercenary Moors, but there still were some
remaining which baffled every research, and whose existence known only
to some of the principal and most faithful Moors, were in no danger at
least of immediate discovery.

To these subterraneous habitations a considerable portion of the
shattered forces of Cañeri had repaired, whilst some of the bolder party
of El Feri de Benastepar had fearlessly sought refuge in Granada, where,
in despite of the severe decrees promulgated by the queen, and the
examples made of those who had infringed them, the rebels nevertheless
found shelter and protection from their fellow-countrymen. Thus while
the rebellion seemed quelled to all appearance, it was not entirely
extinguished. A secret fire still slumbered under the ashes, ready to
burst forth when a master hand could be found to raise the flame. But
the want of unity amongst the Moors, and the general dispersion which
had ensued after the destruction of their last town, seemed to offer an
insurmountable bar to the organization of a second revolt. Besides, the
death of El Feri had struck the hearts of his followers with dismay, and
there was no Moor of sufficient talent or enterprize to supply his

Things were in this state, when at the close of a sultry day three men
were seen cautiously traversing the path which led towards _El cerro de
los Martires_. The foremost, who appeared to act as guide, from his
robust and athletic make, and the lowering expression of his
countenance, might be easily recognized as Bermudo, the renegade; the
others were strangers, and apparently disguised. They proceeded onwards,
slowly, and with care, until at length they stopped at a sequestered
spot, overgrown with brambles, and surrounded with high and widely
spreading trees, whose sombre foliage offered an impenetrable barrier to
the light of day. They plunged into the midst of this wilderness, and
presently the renegade blew a soft and hollow blast, when the thicket
suddenly seemed to move, and discovered an aperture which had hitherto
been concealed. The two Moors, for such they were, and their guide, then
descended through the opening into a deep and winding subterraneous
passage. After a descent of a few minutes, they found themselves in a
spacious vault hewn out of the solid rock and illumined by a solitary
lamp, which afforded only light sufficient to render the darkness more
dismal, and to give an indistinct view of forms and countenances
naturally repulsive, rendered still more so by apparent want and
exhaustion. About a dozen men and two or three women were reposing at
length in different parts of the cave, without any other covering than
their tattered dresses, and bearing on their features an expression of
resolute despair.

At the further extremity of the cavern, which was somewhat elevated, and
rendered more tenantable by several pieces of an old carpet, reclined a
man of better appearance, whose apparel had evidently not undergone
such severe service as those of his companions. This personage it might
easily be supposed was the chief of those who, from their exterior,
might, without any great deviation from the rules of inferences, be
denominated a gang of desperate robbers. But it seldom happens that
robbers in the vicinity of a rich and populous city are to be found in a
state of such utter destitution; and if such were really the case, it
might puzzle the beholder to discover what possible inducement they
could have to continue in so unprofitable a profession.

As soon as the renegade and his two companions entered that cheerless
and uncomfortable dwelling, all those woe-begone and lugubrious
countenances suddenly acquired a degree of animation. It was not without
reason; for the renegade and one of his companions laid down some
provisions, whilst the other stood with his arms folded, a calm
spectator of these proceedings, contemplating with deep attention the
group before him.

"Alagraf! Malique!" cried the seated personage above designated: "Who
is that stranger?"

"Fear not, Cañeri," whispered the renegade, "this is a friend--nay,
perhaps the sincerest adherent and the bravest supporter of the Moors in
their present condition."

"Certainly from his proud bearing in our presence," replied Cañeri, with
offended dignity, "one might, indeed, be led to suppose him a person of
consequence, did not those unseemly habiliments contradict such a

The stranger answered not, but contented himself with casting a look of
mingled pity and scorn on the mighty potentate of the cavern. The chief,
however, was prevented from inquiring more minutely into the pretensions
of one who appeared little disposed to pay him unqualified deference, by
the shrill and croaking voice of Marien Rufa, who at that moment was
actively engaged in heaping a redundance of abuse on the devoted head of
her husband Aboukar. The squabble, as far as it could be ascertained
amidst the confused din, originated in some provisions which the
provident Aboukar, in his capacity of ex-master of the household,
judiciously concluded ought to come by right under his control;
accordingly, _secundum artem_, he had entered on his official duties by
secreting a portion of the said provisions for his own private use,
before they were either served up to Cañeri, or finally distributed
amongst his hungry and rapacious band. Marien Rufa had observed the sly
larceny, but what in the name of conjugal regard could have induced the
crone to so unkind and unmatrimonial an action as the exposure of her
own husband, is not easily to be determined. An upright and indulgent
person might be tempted to believe it was a proper regard and tenderness
for the purity of his character; but others, not quite so considerate,
would suspect, and perhaps with a nearer semblance of truth, that the
unamiable spouse was instigated by a less honorable motive. It was a
fact, not to be contradicted, that Marien Rufa and her once beloved
Aboukar, at present detested as cordially as they had formerly loved
each other; which curious phenomenon in the condition of matrimony is
not of such rare occurrence as to need any particular investigation into
its nature or origin.

As soon as Cañeri observed the disturbance, conjecturing from the
character of the belligerents that the commotion was likely to increase
apace, he rose suddenly from his seat, an action which clearly indicated
the extent of his indignation, and with vehemence exclaimed--

"Silence! What means this disturbance? Slaves, is this your respect for
your chief? Explain; what is the cause of this unwarrantable breach of

No sooner had Cañeri uttered the word "explain," than Marien Rufa,
conscious no doubt of her explanatory talents, in a most discordant tone

"Please your Mightiness, the cause of----"

"Stop, stop," cried Cañeri; "I do not wish _thee_ to explain." Then,
turning, he demanded an explanation from Malique, who, in a few words,
corroborated the statement of Marien Rufa respecting the ugly trick of
which Aboukar stood accused. Upon this, Cañeri, after pondering some
time, and gently striking his forehead as if to conjure some luminous

"Malique," he cried, "bring hither the source of contention."

The provisions were immediately placed before him, and the sapient
chief, after putting aside a portion for his own use, wisely proceeded
to give his judgment.

"Here, Malique," he said, "distribute these amongst you all, except the
convicted culprit and his accuser."

This retributive justice was greatly applauded by the surrounding party,
whose looks clearly indicated the high opinion they entertained of their
chief's wise decision; although their ravenous hunger might have,
indeed, contributed somewhat to the enhancement of their approbation.
The renegade and the new comer stood silent spectators of the scene, but
they could not disguise the expression of their contempt both for the
degraded state of their companions, and the foolish importance with
which the vain-glorious Cañeri comported himself.

Peace being thus restored by the chief's sagacious intervention,--

"Now, Alagraf," he said, "what tidings dost thou bring from Granada?
Will thy expectations be fulfilled, and my wishes crowned with success?
What further inquiries hast thou made relating to Theodora?"

"I have not been idle," sullenly answered the renegade.

"And yet," returned Cañeri, "I fear exceedingly that our mutual hopes
will be disappointed."

"Not so, Cañeri," retorted Bermudo; "but this is no time to enter upon
that subject, for another of greater importance has a previous claim to
our notice."

"By the holy Prophet!" exclaimed Cañeri, with displeasure, "I should
imagine that an affair in which I am interested, is, of itself,
sufficient to command immediate attention: Explain, then," he added
impatiently, "that which concerns me most."

"Moor!" cried the renegade with anger, "thou surely must forget that I
am not thy slave: no, by my sword, I will not speak of these matters
until I think the time befitting."

Cañeri was thunderstruck at this open act of insubordination; he rolled
his eyes in choler, and looked on his band as if appealing to them to
chastise the insolence of the renegade. But though those bold words had
thrown the Moors into some consternation, yet no one dared to move a
step, so much were they awed by the composed demeanor with which the
renegade gazed upon them.

"Alagraf," said Cañeri, disguising his indignation, "are then my
injunctions openly to be disregarded before my people?"

"Cañeri," answered the renegade resolutely, "you urge me too far, and
you ought to know me better."

A murmur of discontent prevailed among the band, which was about to
break forth against the renegade, when, suddenly, their movement was
checked by the stranger Moor, who advanced towards them in a threatening

"Peace!" he exclaimed; "peace! ye abject, paltry slaves!"

"And who art thou," demanded Cañeri, trembling with rage, "that darest
thus arrogate to thyself the power of dictating in my presence?"

"I am, Cañeri," answered the stranger haughtily, "thy superior in all,
except in vice."

"Seize him!" roared out Cañeri. "Seize the wretch!"

"Stay!" cried Malique, interposing; "lay not your hands upon that
man.--Most mighty Cañeri," he then added, addressing the indignant
chief, "Mohabed Alhamdem, our opulent brother at Granada, has intrusted
that Moor to our care, commanding us to lead him hither; he has most
important matters to communicate, and, if the word of Mohabed is to be
credited, it is from this stranger alone that the Moors may expect their

"Who, then, is this mighty personage?" demanded Cañeri, with a scornful

"He will himself inform you," replied the renegade. "Cañeri, you know
how firmly I am devoted to the Moorish cause; why then was I insulted
when it was only to advance the interests of that cause I spoke? But let
that pass; I am no pettish boy to quarrel with my associates for a word
uttered intemperately in an unguarded moment."

He held his hand in token of reconciliation, and then
continued:--"Theodora, if appearances amounting almost to certainty
deceive me not, will be yours, ere long."

"Is it possible?" exclaimed Cañeri. "When?"

"To-night or never," replied Bermudo. "Shortly I shall disclose to you
all the particulars of my transaction; and now let us examine on what
resources we can depend for a renewal of the insurrection."

"Resources! None," said Cañeri, "Our surviving men are dispersed and
worn out by repeated misfortunes; most of our chiefs are dead, or have
passed over to Africa, and the only man who had the power of rallying
the straggling Moors, he who alone succeeded in imparting confidence to
his followers, El Feri de Benastepar, is now no more: fallen by the arm
of Aguilar, he shared the fate of those brave men who mingled their own
ashes with those of Alhacen."

"El Feri de Benastepar is not dead," cried the renegade.

Cañeri and his men started from the ground with an instinctive impulse
of returning courage, and all, with one accord, sent up an exclamation
of joyful surprise.

"But where is the chief, then?" demanded Cañeri.

"There!" replied Bermudo, pointing to the stranger.

"Yes," said he, throwing aside his disguise; "yes, Cañeri, in this
humble garb, which necessity has compelled me to adopt, do you again
behold El Feri; conquered by Alonso de Aguilar, but miraculously rescued
from the grasp of death to redeem the tarnished glories of the Moorish
name; to close again in combat with the proud Christian chief, and, with
the assistance of the holy Prophet, to doom him to that untimely death
which he vainly imagines he has inflicted on me."

A simultaneous murmur of approbation ran through the surrounding party;
even Cañeri, jealous as he was of the superior power and glory of El
Feri, hailed with real satisfaction his unexpected appearance amongst
them; for in the imagination of Cañeri were revived those hopes of
asserting the station of fancied dignity from which he had been hurled
by the late overthrow of the Moors. He again clung to the fond idea that
the Moslem cause would ultimately triumph, and then he of necessity must
succeed to a conspicuous share of power, to which he conceived himself
entitled by his distinguished birth.

Thus the Moors, whom, but a moment before, we have seen in the lowest
state of dejection, now flew to the opposite extreme: they pictured to
their fancy the wonderful powers of El Feri, and the magic influence
which his name would possess in calling again his countrymen to arms,
while the desperate nature of such an undertaking, and the obstacles
with which it was on every side beset, vanished altogether before their
sanguine expectations.

The renegade beheld this general emotion with more signs of discontent
than satisfaction; he argued little advantage to be derived from men,
who could so easily pass from the depths of despondence to the summit of
hope; for to a man like himself, endowed with strong passions, but
accustomed to watch progressively their workings, such sudden
transitions betrayed a weakness utterly incompatible with desperate

"But how," now inquired Cañeri, addressing El Feri, "has thy precious
life been preserved?"

"When I fell by the arm of Aguilar," returned El Feri, "it was more from
the excessive fatigue which I had for several days endured, than from
the nature of the wounds inflicted--they were not mortal; and as I lay
extended and helpless on the ground, I thought upon my country, and my
heart sunk within me when I considered that my life, which might still
have been preserved to her service, would soon, alas! be lost in a fiery
grave. The town was deserted--nought was heard but the crackling of the
flames, and the groans of those that were dying around me. Our enemies
were gone, and I, collecting my small remaining strength, with much
difficulty contrived to drag myself from that place of desolation. At
length, exhausted, I sunk under a tree, and there, for want of timely
assistance, I might have breathed my last, when, to my joy, I observed
two or three of our party, who had escaped in the general confusion,
advancing towards me, and the hopes which had almost abandoned me again
began to revive. My preservers removed me immediately to a place of
security, and administered all the remedies that their limited means
could afford. When I had sufficiently recovered my strength, in various
disguises we arrived at Granada, and made ourselves known to Mohabed
Alhamdem: at his dwelling the plan of a second rising has been
concerted, and I am come here to ask your support to the undertaking."

"Noble and beloved companion," replied Cañeri, "next to the pleasure of
seeing thee alive, comes, certainly, that of hearing thy proposal. I
rejoice that, notwithstanding our little trivial disagreements, thou
hast thought of me in the hour of an important crisis: command me
freely, and command all mine."

As he delivered these words with his habitual affectation of dignity, he
looked around upon his reduced followers, who all inclined their heads
in token of blind acquiescence.

"And is this all thou canst command, Cañeri?" asked El Feri.

"No, not all; for at a moment's notice, I can assemble a considerable
number, now prudently scattered in little parties, the better to avoid
observation. They lie concealed in some neighbouring caves, and will at
the first summons readily obey my orders. But what are thy designs, my
noble friend? Dost thou contemplate the surprise of some fort? or hast
thou in meditation a second expedition to the _Sierra Nevada_?

"Neither;" replied El Feri: "my plans of operation are now widely
different; I mean to strike the blow far from the city of Granada: more
I will impart to thee at a future period. Art thou well determined to
second my exertions?"

"Yes," answered Cañeri, bowing his head. "In the name of the holy
Prophet, I swear to follow thy instructions."

"Well then," returned El Feri, satisfied, "this very night I set out for
the _Sierra Bermeja_, attended only by Mohabed and a servant: that
opulent Moor has enthusiastically joined our cause, and several of his
friends, slow to contribute with their persons towards the result, have
at least liberally assisted us with their gold. Thou, Cañeri, must not
tarry here, but with the utmost expedition march to Alhaurin, a town
neglected by the Christians, which thou wilt easily surprise; this is to
serve as a rallying place for all those who may flock to our standard. I
am assured that the mountain inhabitants of the _Sierra Bermeja_ are
prepared to join me,--thus, while the proud Spaniard triumphs in
security, and rejoices at the supposed death of El Feri, he will
suddenly dissolve the charm, and summon his enemies again to encounter
the effects of his wrath and vengeance. And now, Cañeri, remember that
Alagraf and Malique are the only persons through whom we are to
communicate: so to your post, and there await my further instructions.
Farewell! and when we meet again, may victory have rewarded our

He said; and the two chiefs taking friendly leave of each other, El
Feri, without delay, returned to Granada. Cañeri, scarcely able to
contain his joy, rose and paced around the cave as if he were already
dictating from his palace at Alhacen.

"Now, my brave followers!" he cried, suddenly halting, "be prepared to
march at a moment's notice."

Such an injunction was perfectly useless; for it so happened that his
gallant followers had no other preparation to make than to rise and
march, having no baggage to encumber their operations beyond the very
slender equipments which they carried on their persons.

"But!" exclaimed Cañeri, in the midst of his exultation, "Alagraf, if we
depart immediately, how is thy promise concerning the fair Christian to
be fulfilled?"

"Fear not, Cañeri," answered the renegade; "I have promised you that
Theodora will be yours to-night or never."

"Or never!" re-echoed Cañeri, dismally shaping his face into most
unwarrantable elongation: "Or never! We have yet some time to remain,
and I would gladly wait for such a prize."

"It wants," observed the renegade, "but an hour to midnight,--the time
approaches,--my heart feels confident Theodora, will soon be in your
power, and I shall then have the means of accomplishing my revenge."


    Si! m'ingannai: scerner dovea, che in petto
    Di un traditor mai solo un tradimento
    Non entra.


    Le cruel, hélas! il me quitte,
    Il me laisse sans nul appui!


"In the name of Heaven, Don Lope," said Roque; "let me again conjure you
to pause before you finally resolve upon this undertaking: my heart
misgives me strangely."

"Thy heart," replied Gomez Arias, "is a most impertinent monitor. Simple
man! what other course is left me to pursue?--Is it thy wish that I
should relinquish the most glorious prize, at the very moment of its
attainment, from a pusillanimous fear of consequences? Already so far
advanced, must I shrink from an honorable alliance with Leonor? By
heaven! I cannot; I will not. Prudence, consistency, honor, forbid!

"But, saving your displeasure," interposed Roque, "methinks that same
honor of which you appear so tenacious, cannot urge you to betray an
unfortunate girl into the hands of infidel Moors. And although your
present situation is certainly fraught with difficulties, there may yet
be found some other way of proceeding with regard to Theodora, not
altogether so frightful."

"No, Roque, none. We have now no longer time to think; we must act, and
act without wasting a single precious moment.--Go, dispatch, deliver
this letter to Theodora, and conduct her to the place that I have
already pointed out. The night is fast advancing; dispatch; and be
faithful in the discharge of my orders. This step is unavoidable, and to
its necessity even thou thyself wilt be reconciled, though at present it
may awaken in thy bosom a foolish sentiment of pity, or fear, I know not

Roque attempted no farther expostulation, but heaving a sigh, and
casting his eyes to heaven, proceeded to the discharge of his
commission, whilst his master hurried to the solitary spot where he had
decided they should meet. Roque, in that wavering mood so natural to his
character, alike unfit for good or evil, made his way to Don Alonso's
garden, deliberating within himself on the course he ought to follow.
Pity and remorse, at intervals, made him shrink with dismay from the
picture of wretchedness which the unfortunate Theodora presented to his
view. There was something so iniquitous and unmanly in betraying the
unsuspecting and lovely victim, that the feelings of the valet, though
far from being refined, revolted from the participation: once or twice
he had even resolved to acquaint Theodora with the premeditated plot,
but these momentary impulses of his better feelings were soon checked
for want of strength to follow up the generous suggestion. The awe with
which Roque beheld his master, and the dread of the results which his
disclosure might produce in the mind of the victim, powerfully
contributed to silence the voice of conscience. Then he hoped that the
marriage once over, measures might be taken for the security and comfort
of Theodora; and finally he fondly admitted the hope, or rather forced
his rebellious mind to encourage it, that Gomez Arias would relent at
the sight of the unhappy girl, and that he would then fix upon some
other expedient less distressing and criminal.

In this conflict, he arrived at the palace, and entering by a private
gate into the garden, he approached the window of Theodora's apartment.
The anxious girl, who had been all the day on the alert, immediately
descended, and stood by the side of Roque.

"Where is he?" she eagerly cried, upon meeting the valet.

"Prudence," replied Roque, "has obliged him, much against his
inclination, to keep aloof; but here is a letter which will explain his
motives, and the course that you are immediately to adopt."

Theodora ran over the contents of the letter in a trepidation of
anxiety, and closed the perusal of it by imprinting the fervent kisses
of love and devotion on the vile instrument of treachery.

"Let us make haste," she then said, and without waiting for Roque to
lead the way, she hurried through the garden upon the wings of
affection. The valet's heart misgave him, when he beheld her speeding
with such haste to her destruction. He contrasted the devoted confidence
of Theodora, hurrying to the fatal spot, with the duplicity and
heartlessness of Gomez Arias tranquilly awaiting her arrival. Roque led
her towards the place appointed; nor could he suppress a tear, as he
listened to the artless language in which her full heart indulged during
the way, in the fond expectation of being again united to her lover, and
obtaining the forgiveness of her beloved parent. They arrived at length
at the place. It was a beautiful night, unsullied by a breath of wind.
The eager eyes of Theodora were strained to catch as soon as possible a
sight of the dear object of her solicitude. She perceived at the further
extremity a man enveloped in a cloak, and standing beside three horses.
She gazed intensely; her bosom throbbed with emotion,--forward she
hurried--she flew; and in a moment, with all the enthusiasm of her fond
nature, threw herself into the arms of her lover.

Gomez Arias received the tender pressure with feelings hard to be
defined. Distracted with conflicting passions, he appeared unable to act
the part which he had judged necessary in this critical moment, while
the loving Theodora, despite of her infatuation, could not but observe
the coldness and restraint evident in his manner.

"What ails you, Lope?" she said, soothingly "are you not happy?"

"Happy! yes, Theodora, I am happy; but be not astonished at my
disquietude: for alas! in my distracting situation I can feel no
otherwise; the step which I am about to take----"

"Oh! I am sensible!" cried Theodora, earnestly, "of the extent of the
sacrifice; I know the glorious prospects you relinquish by renouncing
the hand of Leonor. Yes, I am indeed, aware of all the distressing
circumstances that may ensue from the resolution you have taken. But,
oh, Lope! will not the unutterable love, the fervid devotion of your
poor Theodora, afford you some requital for the advantages which your
honor obliges you to abandon?"

She looked fondly in his countenance. A tear stood trembling upon her
eye, but in her lover's she beheld no sign of mutual tenderness. He
coldly assisted her to mount, and bidding Roque follow, for some time
they continued their route in silence. Theodora, however, in the
gentleness of her nature, was disposed to deceive herself, and without
hesitation attributed her lover's strange behaviour to the difficult
situation in which he was placed. Nor could she feel hurt when she
considered that it was for her sake that Gomez Arias exhibited this
disquietude. She had secured the most important object of her life, and
was not so selfish or unfeeling as to reproach him with a conduct which
she hoped would soon be changed. But the arguments of reason are not
always in accordance with the suggestions of feeling. Her mind
commanded her to be satisfied, but her heart, in acquiescing with those
dictates, was not entirely at ease, though she sedulously endeavoured to
conceal her emotion from Gomez Arias. Her efforts, however, were not
always successful, and the deep sighs that escaped her bosom, naturally
attracted the notice of her lover. He, therefore, artfully strove, by
bestowing some passing tokens of affection, to reassure the victim he
was leading to the sacrifice. But the art of man, though it may succeed
in imitating the various passions which agitate the human breast, is
rarely successful when he attempts to feign the more tender sentiments
of the heart; for cold must always be the language addressed to one, who
has been the object of a fervid passion, when that passion is unhappily
extinct. No powers of art--not all the force of imagination can call
into life fresh flowers on the barren waste of a heart that no longer

As they approached _El cerro de los Martires_ Theodora suddenly began to
sob aloud, and Gomez Arias foresaw the dreadful scene he should have to
sustain before he could finally disengage himself from the sorrowing

"Theodora, why do you weep?" he asked in a tender tone.

"Alas! I know not," she answered. "But my heart is heavy--I feel as
though some misfortune were impending. Whither are we going?--surely
this is not the road to my father's mansion? Lope! Lope! whither are you
leading me?" she inquired, in a thrilling voice of distress.

Steeled as it was against compassion, the heart of Gomez Arias felt
moved at the question. Roque was exceedingly affected, and a groan
escaped him as he piously ejaculated--"Heaven protect her!"

Theodora heard the exclamation; for nothing that bodes ill can evade the
acute sense of misery.

"Thank you, good Roque," she said, mournfully. "But why call on the
protection of heaven? My own Lope, are we in danger?"

Gomez Arias did not answer; for a feeling akin to remorse arose within
him, as he thought on the treacherous duplicity he was about to practice
against one whose very existence seemed to depend upon his love. They
had now crossed _El cerro de los Martires_, and were ascending a little
slope, when suddenly three or four persons sprung from their
concealment, and checked their further advance. The moon shone
brilliantly, so that every object could be plainly distinguished, and
Theodora saw with dismay the forms that were moving towards them, as if
with the express determination of intercepting their passage.

"They are Moors!" she exclaimed. "Oh, heavens! what can they want in
this solitary place at the dead of night? Surely they must be some of
those desperate people, who have been left houseless and forlorn in the
late rebellion. Alas! they will retaliate on us all the horrors which
they have suffered. My dear Lope, if we must die, it will be at least
some consolation to meet death with thee."

She looked earnestly on her lover, but could trace no emotion in his
features; they were composed. The present feelings of Gomez Arias
partook of no alarm, and the unfortunate Theodora felt a fearful
presentiment, as she perceived the unmoved expression of his
countenance; for though the bravery of her lover might not allow him to
dread the approach of death, for his own sake, yet, surely, her own
danger ought to create in his mind some sensation of anxiety. In this
frightful agony of thought, Theodora remained until they came up with
the individuals who had awakened her fears. One of them now detached
himself from the group, and advanced to address Gomez Arias, who had
checked his horse to await his coming. What was the horror of Theodora
when she recognized in the person that stood before them, the dreaded
form of the renegade! She uttered a faint scream; and had not Gomez
Arias prevented her, she would have fallen to the ground.

"So, Don Lope," said the renegade, "you have kept your word: I could
expect no less from the noble Gomez Arias."

"And who are thy companions?" inquired Don Lope.

"There stands," replied Bermudo, pointing to Cañeri, "the illustrious
Moor of whom I spoke--so the sooner we proceed to our arrangements, the

The mutual understanding which appeared to subsist between Gomez Arias
and the renegade, and the heartless manner in which the last words were
delivered, left not a doubt in the mind of Theodora, that some
treacherous design was in contemplation. Her fears were soon confirmed;
for Gomez Arias, turning to her, in a tone of pity, began----

"Theodora, I will not attempt to palliate the conduct which necessity
obliges me to pursue; but the circumstances in which I am placed admit
of no alternative. We must part for ever--nor can I for a moment prolong
a scene, which must be so distressing to your feelings. It consoles me,
however, to think that I can place you in the care of those who have
pledged themselves to treat you with every consideration."

Saying this, he threw himself from his horse, and found no difficulty in
bearing to the ground the yielding form of Theodora. She could not
speak; amazement had absorbed all the powers of her mind, and benumbed
the principle of will and action. She stood wildly gazing on vacancy,
like one conscious of labouring under a dreadful dream, and striving to
awake from the painful illusion. But when Cañeri advanced, when she
actually saw his hated figure standing before her with a smile of
exulting joy, she seemed suddenly to regain all her powers of

"'Tis he!" she cried franticly, "'tis he. Oh! horror!"--She ran wildly
towards her lover.

"Oh, Lope, deliver me from him."

"No, young lady," returned the Moor, "you must now come with me."

"Oh, heaven!" she shrieked, "no, no, he cannot--he will not thus abandon
me!--Oh, Lope!--my dear--my own beloved!--undeceive this barbarous,
this abhorred Moor."

She appealed to her lover in the fervour of deep anguish,--he turned
from her to depart; the moment was bitter; he felt the rankling pangs of
remorse. The wretched girl clung to him,--he made one desperate struggle
to disengage himself.

"Moor, take her," he cried with throbbing emotion, "but oh! deal thou
more kindly by her than I have done. Here," he continued, "receive this,
and see that she is treated with the regard which her beauty merits, and
her misfortunes deserve. Act faithfully to thy pledge, or dread the
worst effects of my vengeance."

He threw a large purse of gold upon the ground, which Malique lost no
time in securing, whilst Cañeri, addressing Gomez Arias,--

"Christian," he said, "I fear not thy vengeance, and I value not thy
gifts; the word of a Moor is plighted; I love the beauteous female, and
these considerations will afford the best security for my conduct."

He then advanced to take the hand of Theodora, but she flew from him
with a look of wildness that might have moved the very stones to pity.

"Oh! no, no, never! Gomez Arias, you may be cruel, but cannot be
infamous.--Oh, do not, do not deliver me into the hands of the detested
enemy of our country--the ferocious, the false Cañeri."

"What!" exclaimed Gomez Arias, surprised, "is this, then, Cañeri, the
rebel chief?"

"The same," replied the renegade, interposing; "will that be an obstacle
to our agreement?"

Gomez Arias remained a few minutes in silence; he felt an inward
disquiet he could not well explain; the name of Cañeri had awakened a
new and painful sensation; it recalled to his mind the edicts of the
queen, which he was on the point of violating by holding intercourse
with the rebel; but again he thought that the elevated situation to
which he would be shortly exalted might sufficiently secure him against
any danger, should even this transaction ever come to light, of which he
could not foresee the slightest probability.

Meantime, poor Roque, who perceived the hesitation of his master,
ventured to approach him, and with a voice agitated with fear,--

"Oh, my dear master," he said, "if it is not too late, let us retreat
from this dreaded spot; do not conclude this hellish treaty, for be
assured it will prove the destruction of your fortunes, if there is an
omnipotence above or justice amongst men."

It was too late; the heart that could not yield to the voice of its own
conscience, was not easily to be moved by the expostulation of a
dependant. Gomez Arias had now advanced too far to retrace his steps; it
was a fearful deed, but he relied with implicit confidence on its being
for ever buried in silence. Then, without further delay, he made a sign
to the renegade in token of agreement, and turned towards Granada.

Theodora became frantic; with a desperate effort she flew to her lover;
a dismal, harrowing shriek quivered through the inmost fibres of her
heart; and then she spoke not, but clung to Gomez Arias with the fearful
might arising from despair. Her face was hidden in his bosom, her pulse
beat not, and the spark of life seemed extinct. Gomez Arias gently
endeavoured to extricate himself from her firm embrace; she again became
conscious of his intention, and in the paroxysm of agony she exclaimed--

"Barbarian! have I deserved this from you?"

Roque now sobbed aloud like a child, and Gomez Arias himself was moved;
but the renegade, fearful of the results of the scene, advanced to claim
his victim.

"Oh, my honored master!" cried Roque, "does not this harrowing picture
of despair move the kinder feelings of your heart?--you once loved her
tenderly, and were it only for the remembrance of what she was, spare
her now."

Gomez Arias felt the rebuke; it soured his temper and confirmed him in
his purpose. He was indignant at the freedom of his dependant, and
darted on him a withering look of displeasure. But Roque, who had now
acquired a strength of mind and courage, of which his nature till then
had seemed wholly destitute, in a bold tone began--

"Shame to the man who calls himself noble, and can behave in this manner
towards a helpless woman! Don Lope, this is a fearful deed, and, mark me
well, the time will come at last, the time of terrible retribution."

The brow of Gomez Arias grew black as a storm, and every suggestion of
pity at once vanished.

"Villain!" he cried, in a voice choaked with rage, "is it a base born
varlet like thee, that dare utter such threats to me! Moor--" he added,
turning to the renegade, "take this fellow into your charge, and see
that he does not return to Granada; I will reward thee well."

The renegade gave a token of assent, and made a sign to his companions
to secure him.

"And what right," said Roque, indignantly, "have you to sell me thus? I
am a free born man, and a true Christian."

"Roque," replied Gomez Arias, somewhat more composedly, "I have often
warned thee that thy indiscretion would at length bring thee into
trouble and disgrace. Thy offence merits even a more exemplary
punishment, which I will spare in consideration of thy former services.
Away with him, Moors," he added, "and take him to the distant country
whither you are going, for here he may prove dangerous to me."

"Aye," returned Bermudo, in a voice of import, "we will take him in
charge, for as you say, Don Lope, he may indeed be dangerous to you."

These words, though nothing in themselves, were uttered with a
mysterious meaning that sounded ominous to Gomez Arias. He felt as
though a cloud was darkening over the ambitious prospects which had
seduced his mind and perverted his heart; the voice that spoke rung in
his ear like an awful warning of which he had some strange
recollection. Again he attempted to escape from the scene. One sudden
powerful effort, and he loosened himself from the grasp of Theodora: the
despairing girl fell to the ground, and raved aloud, and pronounced a
curse on her betrayer. Then in the furious impulse of madness, she
snatched at the dagger that glittered in the girdle of Cañeri, with the
determination of closing her wretched existence; but her deadly
intention was thwarted by the renegade, who arrested her arm in time to
prevent the fatal deed.

Gomez Arias now sprung upon his horse, and Cañeri took the hand of
Theodora; but she furiously darted from him, and sought to fly after her
lover, who was speeding fast away.

"Oh stay!" she continued, crying in a tone of agony; "Oh stay, Lope!
complete your work--in pity kill me. One crime more will not make you
unacceptable to her you love. Return! return! oh Lope, in the name of
heaven!--Not for me, but for the love of Leonor, do not leave me thus!
Oh Lope, do not leave me thus!"

Gomez Arias, as he sped away, heard the piteous appeal dying faintly on
the wind, and he plunged the rowels into his courser's sides, to escape
the harrowing sensation which such accents produced. Soon the mournful
cries were lost in the distance, and the wretched Theodora, at length
exhausted and overpowered, fell senseless on the ground. The Moors
easily succeeded in bearing her away, while poor Roque, who followed
close, seemed, out of pity for her, to be reconciled to his own fate.















    Nul ne sut mieux que lui le grand art de séduire;
    Nul sur ses passions n'eut jamais plus d'empire,
    Et ne sut mieux cacher, sous des dehors trompeurs,
    Des plus vastes desseins les sombres profondeurs.


The pathetic and heart-rending lamentations of Theodora rung ominous in
the ears of Gomez Arias long after he had ceased to hear them; but as he
drew near Granada, and beheld its stately edifices, ambition again
dazzled his imagination, and he welcomed the bright images which rose
before his view to dispel the gloomy tendency of his present thoughts.
The stately turrets of the Alhambra enlarging upon his sight, awakened
the most flattering ideas in his ardent mind. Proud of the regard with
which he was honored by his gracious sovereign, and truly estimating the
high connexion he was about to form, he naturally anticipated the most
brilliant and honorable career. The last lingering suggestion of
remorse, which told him of the cruelty and ingratitude by which he had
paved the way to his advancement, now grew less powerful, and
conscience, that terrible monitor of the human heart, hushed her
enfeebled voice, bribed by the rich prize offered for future silence.

Don Lope secretly applauded the dexterity with which he had extricated
himself from all his dilemmas, and rejoiced at having parted with Roque,
who now could only be considered as a witness of his crime. By handing
him over to the custody of the Moors, he was safely rid of a troublesome
servant, whose frowardness in future he must have tolerated as the
reward of secrecy. Besides, there was a further probability that the
loquacious disposition and impertinent sallies of the valet, would
ultimately draw upon him the ill-humour of some sullen Moor, who, not
inclined to relish his jests, might pay with a few inches of a poniard
the freedom of his tongue. With regard to Theodora, Don Lope could
entertain no fear of her escape, being under the guardianship of one who
appeared to be a captive to her charms. Meantime his wedding with Leonor
would be celebrated, all his views accomplished, and then if a decree of
wayward fate interfered with his flourishing honors, he would already
have power to set aside the past, and to make his way clear for the

In this pleasing anticipation, Gomez Arias arrived at Granada, and
awaited impatiently for the auspicious morning that was to terminate his
fears, and crown his fondest desires. Early in the morning, therefore,
he flew to the mansion of the Aguilars without changing his dress, and
bearing in his appearance all the hurry and derangement of a hasty
journey. He found Don Alonso in the apartment of Leonor; but the welcome
he received from the object of his attachment was certainly not given
with the warmth of an affianced bride; nor did the countenance of
Aguilar betoken any very friendly reception. Don Lope felt this
coldness, but he perceived the urgency of sustaining his equality of
character, whatever might be the nature of the peril with which he was
threatened. Affecting, therefore, not to notice the unsocial cast of
their meeting, in a gay and lively tone addressed himself to Leonor--

"My dear Leonor," he said, "in my impatience to greet you, I may appear
guilty of a little indecorum," looking upon his dress; "but you will,
perhaps, on that plea pardon my presenting myself before you in a manner
so irregular."

"Oh, Don Lope," answered Leonor with a sarcastic smile, "I can forgive
you any thing, for my nature has become of late so indulgent, that I
find I could pardon offences much graver than a mere breach of manners."

"Your goodness I never doubted," replied Gomez Arias; "but methinks you
look rather uneasy; surely you are not indisposed?--the noble Don
Alonso too! Nay, has any thing occurred during my short absence to cause
your disquietude?"

"Certainly," returned Leonor coldly, "nothing has happened that _ought_
to cause disquietude. But, surely, Don Lope," she added sarcastically,
"your sudden departure, and the summons of our mutual friend Count de
Ureña, might have held us in some little anxiety. Moreover, other small
circumstances have contributed to cause a transient uneasiness."

"But you must not," interposed Don Lope, "suffer yourselves to be
discomposed on account of our friend Ureña, for I am happy to say he was
considerably better when I left him."

"Then," cried Aguilar, "it is as I suspected."

And rising from his seat with an expression of dark displeasure, without
further ceremony he quitted the apartment. Gomez Arias was struck at
such strange behaviour; but soon recovering his surprise,--

"What means this, Leonor?" he said in an angry tone: "Why am I treated

"Don Lope," returned Leonor, "surely the malady of your friend has
somewhat affected your understanding. We can have no right to interfere
with the actions of my father, particularly as I have already told you
some accidents have occurred lately to ruffle his temper."

"And what accidents are those, in the name of heaven?"

"Are you really, then, so ignorant of the events which have taken place
since you were imperiously summoned to attend your friend?"

"Perfectly ignorant," replied Don Lope.

Leonor looked steadily in his face, and making a sign of impatience
which she was unable to restrain, proceeded--

"It is surprising that the Count has not informed you."

"Of what?" interrupted Gomez Arias, astonished. "In the name of heaven,
explain yourself, Leonor."

"Now, do you not think," continued she, in an affected banter, "it was
highly ridiculous in a man of so grave a deportment as the Count to play
such boyish tricks? Can you really believe that, shortly after your
departure, a message came from him, to announce his intention of
surprising you by his attendance at your wedding."

"Certainly," replied Gomez Arias with visible marks of emotion, "the
Count's conduct is strange; what his intention has been I really cannot
conceive: but at all events, it ought in no manner to entail on me your
noble father's displeasure."

"Why, Don Lope," said Leonor significantly, "you are not such a novice
in knowledge of the world, as to expect that a man's displeasure should
be strictly confined to the object by which it has been caused. Besides,
Don Alonzo has other reasons: our fair guest, who was so sacredly
beholden to him, is gone."

"What fair guest?" demanded Gomez Arias, with feigned curiosity.

"Did you never hear me speak of her?"

"If I did, I really do not remember."

"And what is become of Roque?" abruptly demanded Leonor: "he did not
attend you upon your departure yesterday, and search has been made after
him without effect. Is he ill?"

"Why, to say the truth, his health is rather precarious," answered Don
Lope, "and he has so repeatedly been entreating me to allow him to
retire to Toledo, where I believe he has a brother or sister, that I was
at length obliged to consent to his wishes; which, in sooth, I did the
more willingly, as he was growing of late so careless and impertinent,
that his attendance became more troublesome than serviceable to me."

"Why, Don Lope," returned Leonor, "you must have been strangely
surprised that he should wish to quit your service precisely on the eve
of your wedding day. Moreover, you will be still more amazed when I
inform you that it was this identical Roque that eloped with our guest
Theodora de Monteblanco."

"Impossible!" exclaimed Don Lope, affecting to be thunderstruck.

"Repollo, our old gardener," continued Leonor, "saw them leave the
palace, and instigated by a feeling of curiosity, followed them at a
distance, as well as the speed of their pace would permit. He saw them
at length halt at the public walks, where another person awaited with
horses. But this is the most extraordinary part of the tale, for the
gardener said that the person who was so complaisantly attending upon
the fugitives, appeared so exactly to resemble you, Don Lope, that he
would swear to the identity, were he not certain that you set out in the
morning for the seat of Count de Ureña."

Great as was at all times Don Lope's presence of mind, and prepared as
he seemed for all contingencies, this last intelligence somewhat
deranged his composure; a circumstance which did not escape the keen and
scrutinizing eyes of Leonor.

"The insolent rascal," cried Gomez Arias after a pause: "It was for this
then that he appeared so anxious to quit my service; but I told you that
his behaviour had become of late most impertinent, and even arrogant.
The reason is now plainly discovered. But after all, your fair guest, as
you are pleased to call the lady-love of this unseemly knight, is most
to blame. What, in the name of Lucifer, could possess a woman of noble
family to elope with a base menial? Was she devoid of all shame?

"I suppose so," replied Leonor: then, in an expressive tone, she added,
"But shame has been completely set aside in all the turnings of this
iniquitous affair."

She fixed a significant look on Gomez Arias, whilst the astounded
cavalier, aware of the perilous nature of his situation, merely assented
to the truth of her observation. Leonor, eager to pursue her clue in
ascertaining how far Don Lope was implicated in the transaction,

"But is it not surprising, Don Lope, that this groom of Roque should in
every respect so much resemble you?"

"My dear Leonor," replied Gomez Arias, laughing loudly, and affecting
good humour, "it is certainly a sad misfortune to have so
unprepossessing a likeness, but we must submit with a good grace to that
which is out of our power to remedy. But I dare say the rascally groom
is not after all so perfect a resemblance of your devoted admirer as the
besotted gardener would make us believe; how could the old dotard
distinguish objects so well, at the distance he confesses, and at night?
It would seem more probable, by his prowling abroad at such an hour,
that a free potation of wine had so far acted upon his senses, that he
saw the marvellous story he has related, in a reverie whilst sleeping
under the friendly shelter of a ditch."

"Nay, Sir," replied Leonor, "we have no reason to doubt the testimony of
an honest and faithful servant, who has no interest in the invention of
a tale to deceive his benefactor."

"Well," returned Gomez Arias, "I will prolong the discussion no further
than to express my concern that you should bestow your affections on one
who has the ill-fortune to resemble a vulgar groom. But I hope this
circumstance will not abate the tender regard with which you have
condescended to honour one who lives but in your smiles."

Here Gomez Arias attempted to pour forth the most ardent protestations
of unalterable attachment; but he was shortly interrupted by Leonor,--

"Nay, Don Lope," she cried, "spare yourself the trouble of uttering a
single word more, either to convince me of the sincerity of your love,
or in extenuation of your conduct, for I can very well imagine
before-hand what you would say."

"That is no miracle," replied Gomez Arias, "your discernment is not too
hardly taxed to perceive the emotion which I scarcely wish to conceal,
and must of necessity easily imagine the expressions that such feelings
must dictate. But pardon, if in a day like the present, my passion
oversteps the bounds of common love; for the delirium of bliss that
possesses me cannot be manifested by the usual demonstrations of
cold-hearted mortals. A day that unites me to the most exalted, as well
as the most lovely, of her sex, is surely--"

"Hold, Don Lope," gravely interrupted Leonor; "I will not now dwell upon
the respective merits of your passion--for I have a favor to ask, and it
is your time to grant a request which, perchance, may sound strangely to
your ear."

"I need not say that the wishes of my charming Leonor can meet with no
opposition from me," politely answered Gomez Arias.

"Yesterday," continued Leonor, "notwithstanding the fervour of your
love, you requested that the wedding should be deferred one day. Now,
you cannot deny me a similar favor, and I have particular reasons for
desiring that it may be further postponed for a month."

"Heavens! what say you? A month! a whole month!"

"Yes, Sir," cried Leonor with emotion, "a month--a year, if
circumstances require a further delay--'tis alike indifferent to me."

Saying this she abruptly left the apartment, leaving Gomez Arias in
indescribable consternation.

"I am ruined!" he cried after a pause: "the forced indifference which
Leonor has imposed upon herself during this interview, and the burst of
feeling that marked her departure, leave me no room to doubt that her
suspicions are excited. But shall I tamely submit to this reverse of
fortune, after the many and cruel measures I have been impelled to adopt
for the success of my designs? No, by heaven! I will not."

He then remained sometime buried in a musing attitude, balancing in his
mind the most prudent course to pursue in so difficult a situation.

"Boldness and indifference," he said at length, "alone can insure
safety. From Theodora and Roque, I have nothing to apprehend. I will
forthwith send instructions to Count de Ureña; nay, I will partially
open my heart to him, since his co-operation is now become indispensable
to the furtherance of my plans."

After this, Gomez Arias sought another interview with Leonor, and with a
proud and offended demeanor, informed her that he was perfectly willing
to concede her request. Then, without waiting for an answer, he abruptly
left her presence. He next repaired to Aguilar, and bitterly complained
of the material change he had observed in him as well as in his daughter

"If," he added, "you have reasons to impeach my integrity, speak aloud,
Don Alonso, and give me an opportunity of removing the foul slander. But
if it is a caprice, or a late repentance in her choice, that induces
your daughter to adopt this strange behaviour, let her speak
frankly--Gomez Arias is above the thought of constraining a woman's
inclinations--and she shall be at once released from all engagements."

Don Alonso de Aguilar was struck with the generosity and manliness of
Gomez Arias, and gave credit to the apparent sincerity of his words.
The noble mind of Don Alonso could not conceive it possible that guilt
should assume so perfect a resemblance of candour. The disappearance of
Theodora, and the events which had attended her departure, were
certainly well calculated to awake a suspicion that Gomez Arias was
implicated in that affair; but as nothing positive could be adduced to
prove his participation, Aguilar did not feel inclined to proceed with
inconsiderate hastiness in an affair calculated materially to injure
Gomez Arias in the estimation of the world. Leonor was naturally more
irritated than her father at the least shadow of duplicity in the
conduct of her lover. Thus she had requested the wedding to be deferred
for a month, during which interval a proper investigation might be made.

Gomez Arias did not lose time in calling all his abilities into
requisition, for his case was desperate, and it was necessary that the
remedies should partake of the same character. He continued his visits
to the Aguilars, but not with the same confidence as heretofore; and as
he witnessed the high degree of esteem in which Don Antonio de Leyva was
held, both by Don Alonso and his daughter, he affected to look on Leonor
with offended pride, while he bitterly insinuated that it was a growing
attachment for young de Leyva that had induced her to consider with
suspicion, and treat with coldness, the conduct of a sincere lover.

Leonor, however, continued in the same frame of mind, insensible alike
to his expostulations and bitter sarcasms. Deeply had her pride been
offended, and deeply she had determined to resent the affront; nor could
her sagacity and penetration permit her incautiously to trust the soft
words and blandishments of a man whose notoriety in gallantry, she began
to suspect, did not originate in idle rumour.

Meanwhile the irritated Don Lope spared no efforts to place his own
conduct in a favorable light, and endeavoured to cast the imputation of
caprice on that of the Aguilars. He complained constantly in terms of
acrimony of the ungrateful manner in which his affection had been
requited, and vowed vengeance against de Leyva, whom he accused of most
criminal and ungentlemanly duplicity.

Contending feelings kept him in a continual turmoil, and he earnestly
wished for an opportunity that might divert both the court and himself
from a subject of which he was so disagreeably the hero.

Fortune again favoured his desires, by bringing about an event as
terrible as it was altogether unexpected.


    The battle is their pastime; they go forth
    Gay in the morn as to the summer's sport:
    When evening comes, the glory of the morn,
    The youthful warrior, is a clod of clay.


The streets and squares of Granada were thronged with a bustling and
confused crowd. Here groups were assembled talking earnestly, and
evincing all the signs of surprise and terror--there others were running
about as if the dreaded event was actually come to pass. A continual hum
was heard in every corner of the city; every tongue was eloquent in
telling, and happy was he who could obtain an attentive listener, where
all were eager to assume the part of orators. Indeed the cause of these
demonstrations was important: several expresses had arrived, announcing
the insurrection of the Sierra Bermeja, with the additional calamity
that the terrible El Feri de Benastepar, whom they all supposed to have
been slain, was not only safe and alive, but with the means of renewing
a desperate warfare, and actually possessed of a force sufficiently
strong to enable him to march upon Granada.

The town of Alhaurin, and several villages in the vicinity of the Sierra
Bermeja were likewise in arms, and the rebellion seemed rapidly to
extend throughout the whole of the surrounding country.

The rage of the Christians on receiving this intelligence was greatly
increased by the insolent carriage of their fellow-citizens of the
Mahomedan creed. Indeed, they evinced, in the triumph of their demeanor,
the workings of smothered hatred, that only waited an opportunity to
explode. Granada itself would have become a scene of tumult and
bloodshed, had not Count de Tendilla speedily resorted to measures of
precaution to insure public tranquillity. Various bands of veteran
soldiers patrolled the streets, where the confused murmur of discontent,
or the whispering group of sedition, was heard on all sides.

The queen was highly incensed at this fresh instance of the refractory
and turbulent disposition of her new subjects. Her former edicts were
again proclaimed through the city, not only against the aiders and
abettors of the rebels, but even against such as should hold communion
with them, howsoever slight or incidental.

The indignation of Alonso de Aguilar was strongly depicted on his noble
and manly features, when in the presence of the assembled court he
grasped the standard of the cross, and in a tone of resolution and

"By the holy sign on this banner," he cried, "and by all the honors of
my house, I swear not to return to Granada until this accursed rebellion
is rooted out, and the promoters brought to punishment. Ere this month
be past, El Feri de Benastepar, or Don Alonso de Aguilar, shall be
numbered with the dead."

A shout of enthusiasm answered the noble sentiments of the warrior,
whilst the queen issued orders that the next day all disposable forces
should depart for the Sierra Bermeja, under the command of Aguilar, his
son, Count de Ureña and Don Antonio de Leyva. The troops of Jaen and all
Castile were likewise ordered to hold themselves in readiness to march
under the Alcayde de los Donceles and Count de Cifuentes.

Gomez Arias seized with avidity the opportunity which fortune thus
offered him to signalize himself, and found stronger claims to the
esteem and regard of his sovereign, on whose features he had lately
observed a degree of coldness which little accorded with her former
cordiality. He did not regret his being excluded from the number of
chiefs under Aguilar, though his pride might feel a temporary wound. For
he considered that his reputation would not be materially increased
whilst acting in subordination to such a chief as Aguilar. His gigantic
fame would engross almost all the glory, and its splendour would
naturally throw into shade the lesser stars of his unequal rivals. He
rejoiced, therefore, that his exertions were unfettered by a superior,
and his ardent and ambitious mind soon worked out a plan of operations
against a quarter of the revolted territory which had been neglected in
the hasty dispositions already made.

He now boldly sought the presence of the queen, and requested her
authority to embody a division to act under his command, a boon which
his reputation as a soldier fully justified him in demanding. Isabella,
to whom Don Lope's courtly manners and gallant bearing had always been
pleasing, was happy to afford him an opportunity of distinguishing
himself, and the cloud that obscured her brow was soon dispelled by a
gracious smile as she wished him success in his expedition. Indeed,
justice required that the request of Gomez Arias should not be denied,
for while most of the Spanish chiefs, his brothers in arms, were about
to share the dangers and glory of so honorable a war, it would have been
utterly inconsistent that Don Lope, who ranked amongst the foremost in
courage, should remain in obscurity.

Gomez Arias immediately made his arrangements with the usual ardour of
his character, stimulated by ambition and the desire of forcing upon
Leonor a conviction of his superior merits, by adding to his fame
without being indebted to the proud family of the Aguilars. He summoned
to his ranks all the friends over whom he possessed power, and the
retainers of various noble families with whom he was in alliance. But
these being volunteers, whom their zeal or hatred to the Moors had
instigated to take up arms, could not be put in a state to depart from
Granada with the regular army of Don Alonso de Aguilar.

The troops of this noble veteran were prepared to march. Previously,
however, to their departure from the city, they piously bent their
steps towards the cathedral, where divine service was performed with
great pomp, to propitiate heaven in favour of its servants. The
archbishop delivered an eloquent oration inculcating on the Christians
their duty, and the glory of their enterprize; pointing out fame and
honour to the survivors--an eternal crown to those who should fall in
defence of their country and religion. The banners of the army were then
blessed, and the various divisions directed their march towards the
gates of Elvira, by which they were to leave the city.

It was a clear and beautiful morning; no lowering cloud defaced the
serene brilliancy of the sky, and the sunbeams sporting on the polished
helmets and glittering trappings of the army, were reflected in a
thousand curious rays.

The trumpets, clarions, and other martial instruments, poured their
brazen voices in wild and animating strains, while the shouts of the
multitude, assembled to behold the departure of the Christian soldiers,
floated promiscuously along the air. The walls of the city were
thronged with spectators, whilst others, more active or more interested,
followed the army down the Vega. It was a scene at once splendid and
interesting, to behold the army marching gallantly to the field,
followed by a multitude all unanimous in imploring the benedictions of
heaven on their brave countrymen.

Amongst the dense crowd that gazed upon that martial array, what
passions were called forth--how many latent affections kindled--and what
sentiments of glory displayed! The magnificent pomp and the
spirit-stirring dignity of war, at the same time that it elevates the
soul to deeds of heroism, fails not to awaken in the breast a
corresponding sentiment of awe.--Alas! while the warrior, in all the
enthusiasm of courage and self-devotion, marches with eager strides to
the paths of victory, perhaps of death, how many tender hearts swell
high and beat fearfully for the dangers which they themselves cannot

Amongst that overpowering multitude might be discerned the venerable
father, a lingering spark of noble fire still lurking in his dim eyes,
and his withering frame receiving new energies as he gazed on the
military display. A sigh of regret escapes him, for the perilous and
glorious scenes in which his age forbids him to bear a part. His
out-stretched palms are clasped in fervent orisons to heaven, not for
the safety of his child, but that his conduct in the field may be worthy
of a man and a Spaniard.

There was also the affectionate spouse contemplating the marching army
in silent sorrow; her eyes swimming in tears are intensely fixed on that
numerous mass of warlike spirits, where _one_, to her dearer than all
the world, was speeding from her side. On one arm some innocent,
perhaps, lay in sweet slumber, whilst another urchin, with years enough
to gaze with delight upon the glorious scene, evinces his pleasure at
the animating prospect, and with infantine exultation looks upwards to
his mother, wondering to see her bathed in sorrow, for to his
unconscious heart no cause is there for grief; and yet his tears flow
because his mother weeps.

Farther, perhaps, more lonely, on some high turret, on some distant
eminence, striving to hide her sorrows from the eye of the world, is
seen the trembling virgin, whose pure heart has received the first
impression of love, and whose charmed ear has listened with fondness to
the soft tale of promised bliss. Now, with restless and agitated glance,
she surveys the numerous host in the vain hope of distinguishing the
dear object of all her tenderest affections, torn from her arms to
exchange her smile for scenes of bloodshed and desolation. Alas! how
numerous and various are the fears that agitate her gentle breast! She
may never more see him: he may sleep his last sleep on the field of
horror; or he may return triumphant but false to his vows, with a proud
heart, to scorn the love of her who mourned for his absence.

But women, likewise, there might be seen more high-minded and more
heroic in their thoughts and feelings; some who, like Leonor de Aguilar,
offered their tears at the shrine of glory and patriotism, and who,
while they trembled for the life of the object of their affections, were
still more anxious for his honor; some, whose passion received a spark
of heavenly fire that elevated them above their kind, and who gloried in
the sight as they beheld their lovers marching onwards to fame and

Such scenes, such sensations, with others which as powerfully affect the
heart, but which the pen would vainly attempt to portray, are generally
attendant on a departing army. Fear, perhaps, holds its dominion in the
breasts of the many and interesting beings who are left behind; but hope
steals gently forward, and gilds with its bright illusion the most
fearful anticipations.

Meantime the soldier marches on gaily and reckless, and with a light
heart he takes his farewell of those whom he is, perhaps, doomed never
more to behold; and the tears that accompany his departure, tears of
sympathy and affection, will soon, alas! be changed for the bitter drops
of grief and despair.


    _Mer._ Ce sont là de mes moindres coups,
         De petits souflets ordinaires.

    _Sos._ Si j'étois aussi prompt que vous,
         Nous ferions de belles affaires.


    No nos rompas la cabeza
    Hombre----Pero Ay Dios mio!
    Pored un freno a mi lengua;
    Y ojala que esta no fuese
    La menor de mis flaquezas.


"_Valga me el cielo!_" exclaimed Roque, "Oh Maria, oh Rufa! Oh Rufa, oh
Maria! nearly a week have I been with you, and yet I cannot, for the
soul of me, believe what I see. There must be witchcraft in this; to
find the old crony of my late mother, _que en paz descanse_![43] to find
Maria Rufa, whom I had supposed dead, and her soul dwelling with the
saints, amongst the rebels--amongst the Moors I mean, and herself a
Moor: well, nothing shall make me wonder for the future."

Such were the words that our reader's friend Roque addressed to dame
Aboukar, as they were advancing toward the town of Alhaurin in a
cavalcade, of which they made a part. The venerable and sour spouse of
the ex-master of the household, was rather nettled at the valet's
impertinent freedom: he had been during the way most assiduous in
favouring her with the benefit of his remarks, which he happened to
convey with such an extraordinary licence of tongue, that the dame's
patience, which it is believed was not of the most enduring kind, at
last became completely exhausted. With much tartness and asperity,
therefore, in a discordant voice, she exclaimed, "Out upon thee, most
saucy and ungracious varlet; curb that licence of tongue, and learn to
behave in a proper manner to thy elders and betters."

"Sweet dame," quoth the valet, "I do not by any means desire to dispute
that first quality; you are certainly my elder by some good thirty
years; but at the same time, most matronly and venerable Marien, I beg
leave to differ in opinion on the second part of your assertion."

Then, as if afraid of being overheard, he muttered, in an under tone, "I
am a good Christian and ever was."

This observation did not escape Marien Rufa, who heaved a deep sigh, and
cast on Roque a look of mingled shame and resentment. She felt sorely
the rebuke, but notwithstanding the valet's impertinence, the friendship
she had entertained for his mother induced her to consider him with some
degree of interest, and prevented her from discharging on him the whole
weight of her indignation.

"Roque, Roque," she observed with sourness of aspect, "methinks you
ought not to be so enamoured of the sound of your own voice, for that
most unfortunate propensity to prating has brought you to the present
pass: remember that it was on account of your growing sententious, that
your master so unceremoniously dispensed with your services."

"Well," pertly cried Roque, "I suffer for having spoken truth, and I
glory in what I have done. By all the saints, since I reflect on the
flagrant injustice of Don Lope's conduct, and am become a martyr to my
rectitude and compassion, I find that I am endowed with a degree of
courage and resolution of which I was far from imagining that I was
possessed. And now," he added, drawing near the dame, "now will you
condescend to favour me with the particulars of your apostacy from our
holy religion. What, in the name of infatuation, could entice you to
take a step so detrimental to the interests of your soul? _Virgen
Santa!_ once no one was to be found more assiduous at the ceremonies of
our religion; you were in very troth the most devout _beata_[44] of the
whole parish, and now here's a change, in the name of _Satanas_! Oh,
Maria Rufa, you have surely been bewitched."

"Alas!" cried the crone, ludicrously rolling her eyes in attempting the
pathetic, "you say right, Roque; I was verily bewitched."

"_Santa Barbara!_" exclaimed Roque crossing himself, "and by whom were
you bewitched?"

"By that most powerful tyrant."

"What tyrant?" demanded Roque, drawing closer, and casting a suspicious
glance around. "What tyrant, Rufa?"

"Guess, Roque, and spare my confusion."

"Spare my guessing," returned the valet, "and with respect to your
confusion, I dare say it will not overwhelm you. Now, tell me the name
of the terrible tyrant."

"Love," replied Marien Rufa, affecting much disorder.

Roque forthwith burst into an immoderate fit of laughter that startled
the cavalcade.

"Love! the Lord defend us!--how could such a guest enter so homely an
habitation! Love! here's a pretty object for Cupid to exercise his
pranks upon. Now, I do verily believe there is witchcraft in the tender
passion. _Miserere! Miserere!_ and who was the happy mortal attracted by
your matured charms?--whence came the man blessed with the good taste
necessary to set a just value on your miraculous attractions? That most
beautiful elongated chin--that capacious mouth--those lack-lustre eyes,
and shrivelled complexion--that most polite and well-educated nose,
which is continually bowing to the neighbouring chin; in fine, those
long shaggy tresses of hair, which, if we must judge by their
consistency, bespeak thee endowed with the strength of Sampson."

Scarcely had Roque made a stop in his harangue, in order to take breath,
than Marien Rufa, exasperated beyond bearing at the caricature he was
drawing, with a wonderful alacrity lifted her clenched hand, and dealt
the facetious valet such a tremendous blow on the ear, that he fell
stunned from the donkey which he bestrode, and lighted on the ground
with such violence that the whole place rung with the noise.

"There," cried the hag, "there's a convincing proof that my hair has not
imposed on your credulity with regard to my strength."

Roque was completely reclaimed from his waggishness by the unexpected
visitation of the Sampsonic fist, and for some time utterly forgot the
use of his tongue. The notice of the whole cavalcade was attracted by
the mishap of the luckless valet, and the energetic exclamation of dame
Aboukar. The Moors that served as escort were seized with a fit of
wondering mirth, and even the renegade, who was the chief of the party,
spite of his habitual sternness, relaxed his rigid features into
something like a smile. The tenant of a litter that was carried in
advance likewise stopped to inquire into the reason of the commotion.

"Roque, what is the matter," demanded Theodora (for she was indeed that
lady), when she perceived the valet rising from the ground in the
greatest confusion.

"Nothing, my lady:" answered Roque, wofully; "the Lord defend us, but
we have in our party a devil incarnate, under the semblance of a woman.
Good heavens! here's such a concert ringing in the side of my head--such
a hissing and whizzing never did I hear. O, Maria Rufa!" he then
proceeded, in a humble tone, "what a flame you have imparted to my poor
face! If it is a sample of your amorous fires, I am amazed you are not
actually reduced to cinders!"

"That will teach you," said Maria Rufa, pacified, "to put a proper
restraint on your froward tongue."

Roque for some time after kept a profound silence, for though he
affected to treat the matter with jocose indifference, yet he was in no
manner satisfied with the mirth and merry sayings which his adventure
had occasioned. At length, however, his curiosity prevailed, and almost
forgetting his recent disgrace, he again in a friendly manner accosted
the Amazon.

"Now, Rufa," he said, "I hope you entertain no rancour against me for
what has passed?"

"By no means, good Roque," answered the hag grinning, "I am perfectly
satisfied, and I hope you are the same."

"Quite," returned the valet, "quite; so let us say no more about it, but
rather tell me, if no ways disagreeable, the origin, progress, and final
results of your passion."

"Alas! Roque," replied the old sybil, "it was unfortunate in its

And she heaved a profound sigh, whilst Roque, in most sympathetic
unison, uttered a dismal groan.

"Console yourself," he said, "with the reflection that your case is
pretty general in this sinful world. But what is the name of the amiable
barbarian, the sweet monster, the bewitching, yet cruel oppressor, that
excited the tender sentiments of your virgin heart, and turned you from
the true faith."

"What! you are yet unacquainted with my husband?"

"Husband!" ejaculated Roque, "so there was a husband in the case! Oh,
then I am not surprised."

"He treats me like a brute, as he is."

"Indeed! that is astonishing," cried Roque, "wonderfully astonishing,
considering the means you have in your power of enforcing proper
behaviour on the unruly. And pray what is the name of your brute?"

"You might have perceived it before: it is Aboukar."

"Aboukar!" exclaimed Roque; "Now, indeed, my wonder ceases--Aboukar! Oh
the sweet creature! with his pretty lobster eyes, and most awful and
portentous proboscis, which seems for all the world like a fine ripe
tomato displayed on a copper platter."

But here Roque thought it prudent to make a retrograde motion, as he
looked at the masculine arm of the dame, and remembered the little
relish she had evinced for his talent of drawing portraits, and the
manner in which she remunerated the artist.

"So Aboukar is your husband!"

"Alas! yes," answered the ancient, "we have been married now these five

"_Valgame San Roque!_" cried his namesake. "What a dull dog have I
been!--five years married--certainly I ought to have discovered that
long ago by his treatment."

"Treatment!" re-echoed Marien Rufa, a little incensed, "What treatment?"

"Oh! I mean no harm," replied Roque, "conjugal treatment, that is all."

"Roque," resumed the crone, modulating her croaking voice to something
like a human sound, "Roque!" and she suddenly stopt, and looked the
valet steadfastly in the face. "Well?" said Roque, surprised at the
pomposity of her manner.

"Roque, my child, are you a kind and compassionate soul--a thorough good

"A very good Christian," responded Roque, "though a humble sinner. But
methinks such a question comes with ill grace from the mouth of a

"I will confide in thee, Roque," returned Marien Rufa, "I am an
unfortunate woman, and alas! might I hope that my repentance were not
too late? Roque, thinkest thou that there is truly a hell as terrible as
it is depicted?"

"Worse, worse, a thousand times worse," replied Roque. "All the torments
which you may have suffered in the company of---- But do you allow me to
abuse your husband safely?"

"As much as you please," answered the gentle spouse.

"Well," resumed Roque, "all the torments which that most abominable,
ugly scarecrow of a rascally unbeliever has made you endure, are nothing
in comparison to the tortures you are doomed to suffer when you are
compelled to leave that miserable carcase, and that time you must be
aware cannot be far off. Then consider what a life you will lead in
those dark regions, where, by the bye, you will be eternally tormented
with the sight and company of your ungracious consort."

"I am sensible of my errors, but if I have sought your confidence, it
was with the view of exciting your compassion, not your reproaches."

But Roque had insensibly got into a very oratorical mood, and, without
heeding the hag's remonstrances, proceeded:--

"Now, Rufa, consider for a moment, who but the devil could tempt a
matron full half a century old, without a sound tooth in her head, the
head itself being unsound, to look kindly on the most perfect sample of
ugliness, and a ruffian Moor to boot: this is enough to make you despair
of salvation--But no, the blessed Virgin forbid! I think, and charitably
hope, that by a vigorous course of penance, and wholesome castigation,
properly and soundly administered, by a frequent use of discipline,
constant fasts, devout prayer, donations to the poor, of whom I am one,
and the like pious exercises, I really think your sinful soul may be
snatched from the perdition to which it has been brought by that
infernal Aboukar, your most confounded lord and master; therefore--"

"Roque," interrupted ruefully Marien Rufa, "whether you are in right
earnest or only playing the fool with me, I cannot determine; but my
situation is such as to deserve the pity of every good Christian."

Roque had, indeed, a peculiar inclination to a ludicrous banter, even
when dwelling on the gravest subjects, which might put on his guard a
person of quicker intellects than the dame of Aboukar.

"Rufa," he said, "pardon me if, in my admonitions, I cannot impart to
your troubled spirit that unction which becomes the important subject
that dictates them. Now, provided you will tell me the manner in which
you intend to proceed, perhaps I may be able to help you with my good

"Well, child," replied Marien Rufa, "I wish heartily to be reconciled to
the church, and for this purpose we must contrive to fly from these
accursed Moors."

"Very well," replied Roque, "so, you are resolved to abandon your
matrimonial misery?"

"Oh, yes, Roque," retorted Rufa, "my conversion is very sincere; I have
so many motives to quit the wretch. Oh, he is indeed a barbarian!
Think, Roque, such a sweet partner as I have been to him, and now to
neglect me for a little Moorish hussey not worth a _maravedi_. Oh, the
faithless Aboukar--the wicked man! Yes, Roque, I wish as soon as
possible to be reconciled to the church."

Roque, though far from being a deep divine, could not but significantly
shake his head, when he perceived the motives that brought about the
conversion of the apostate love-smitten dame. However, the idea of
flying from the Moors very much tickled his fancy, and he was determined
to adopt the step, provided it could be carried into effect without any
great risk to his precious person, and that his mistress Theodora should
be a partner in the flight.

Thus he was indulging in the most agreeable reverie, when his fair
penitent disturbed him by uttering a most discordant sound, which the
valet soon perceived to be a failure in the imitation of a groan. The
eyes of the hag exhibited terrible signs of displeasure, as she turned
round to some object that called her attention, while writhing her
uncouth features into a most diabolical grimace. She thundered out an
oath which made Roque invoke _Santa Maria_; but he was not a little
scandalized when he discovered that the occasion of the hag's
indignation was her frolicsome husband, who, without the least regard to
her presence, was carrying on, in the presence of his wife, a little
coquetry with a Moorish girl.

"There," cried the ill-treated spouse, "there is a traitor--how I could
belabour the barbarian, and pluck that vile creature's eyes out! Oh,
Roque! I have been a sad sinner, and I fervently desire to be reconciled
to the church."

"Well, well," said Roque, "but first tell me on what foundation do you
build hopes of an escape. We are, that is my mistress and myself, so
narrowly watched, that it will be no easy task to evade the vigilance of
our guards. It is true that by the interference of the renegade I am
allowed a free access to Theodora, and the lady herself is treated with
much courtesy; but at the same time I have observed that some cursed
Moor or other is constantly watching our motions. Moreover, good dame, I
must undeceive you, should you have relied on my courage for some
desperate plan. I will not fight a single Moor. My humility will not
permit me to exercise a business for which I consider myself utterly
unfit, both for want of practice and natural inclination."

"No, child," replied the crone with a sneer, "I was never foolish enough
to place any great hopes on your bravery; but I trust we shall find
means to forward our plans without such assistance. To me," she then
added, "all the secrets of the Moors are known, for they consider me too
much interested in their cause to doubt my fidelity. Don Alonso de
Aguilar is rapidly advancing against El Feri and should he succeed in
his expedition against _Sierra Bermeja_, as it is more than probable he
will, Cañeri, Mohabed, and the other chiefs will not be able to
withstand the forces which are already sent against them. We must take
advantage of the confusion to escape, lest they should carry us with
them to Africa."

"_Cuerpo de Cristo!_" cried Roque, "and is that all your wise head can
devise? Well, I hope you are not overpowered after such an effort of
imagination; but really I cannot give you credit for the contrivance."

They were now entering Alhaurin, where Cañeri had preceded them two or
three days before, and they halted at the entrance of a large mansion,
which appeared, by the guards patrolling in front, to be the abode of
the chief. Meantime the renegade helped Theodora out of her conveyance,
and led her to the apartments allotted to her use. She was no longer a
prey to the frenzied passions that had so long stormed her breast. The
keen intensity of affliction, insulted and indignant pride, were now
lost in the gloomy resignation and cold apathy to which they had given
place. The severe trials she had undergone had impaired the beauties of
her person, and poisoned her warm and generous feelings, but still
Theodora was lovely and interesting. She had lost the brilliant beauty
of a girl blooming with youth and happiness, but she had acquired the
chaste graces and loveliness of sorrow. Alas! even in those sad
memorials of fading beauty, enough yet remained to make her an object of
interest, and keep alive the passion which Cañeri had conceived. The
load of grief and despair which had weighed her down at the last proof
of her lover's treachery, was succeeded by a mood of deadened
resignation. This calm, however, appeared presageful of some dire
intent, and accordingly, for the first two or three days, she had not
been left a moment alone, and every instrument of death had been
carefully removed from her reach. The attentive services of Roque partly
reconciled her to her dreadful situation; for it is consoling, even in
the lowest depths of affliction, to meet with _one_ sympathising being,
however humble his station, however weak and limited his means to
afford comfort and redress. In the midst of her barbarous enemies, she
was permitted the attendance of a Christian, and this circumstance,
trifling as it was, imparted some solace to her oppressed spirit.
Besides, Cañeri had abstained from importuning her with his loathsome
protestations of love. This forbearance of the Moor arose from the
renegade having stipulated, that in engaging the affections of Theodora,
he should resort to no violence in her present sorrowful condition.

Thus Cañeri had limited his addresses to a bare manifestation of
respectful regard, foreign indeed to his nature, and borrowed only from
the necessity of acquiescing with the wishes of the renegade, who had
boldly declared he would oppose any violence employed against Theodora.
This favorable disposition of the renegade was a source of astonishment
to the object of his solicitude, for she could not forget that he had
been the principal agent in the completion of her misery. Did Bermudo
intend by these seeming kind offices to secure the prey to himself? or
was it really a sentiment of pity that impelled him to the
manifestation of this solicitude? Could heavenly pity dwell in that
darksome abode, where the most fiendish passions kept a constant
habitation? How were such opposite guests to be reconciled?

These surmises kept the mind of Theodora in a state of continual
excitement, but as day after day passed, and the renegade, instead of
exhibiting the least mark of enamoured sentiments, seemed to grow more
respectful in his attention, those doubts began to wear away, and
Theodora concluded that some mystery enveloped his proceedings, which
she was unable to unravel, and which time alone could clear up.

In pursuance of the injunctions of El Feri, his brother chief, Cañeri,
had established his head quarters at Alhaurin, where his party was daily
increasing by the Moors who came to join his standard. Cañeri himself
had arrived three days before, having left to the renegade the charge of
Theodora, who could not be supposed to travel with equal expedition.

Bermudo, therefore, with a few resolute Moors of his band, and the other
personages of whom mention has been made in the former part of this
chapter, constituted the cavalcade that now entered the busy and
thronged streets of Alhaurin, where the ferment occasioned by fresh and
numerous arrivals, plainly manifested the rapid progress of the


                  Some good I mean to do,
           Despight of my own nature.


    _Ser._ No hay quien socorra, quien valga
           A una muger infelice?

    _Fel._ Si, que decir muger basta,
           Quando infeliz no dixera.


The air of dignity and importance which Cañeri had resumed with his
change of fortune, was displayed to an extent that might render him
extravagantly ridiculous in the judgment of any sober individual. He
already considered himself a sovereign firmly established on his throne,
and he took no precaution to disguise the impulses of his over-bearing
vanity and despotic character. Thus, while he was apparently serving
the cause of independence, he afforded an opportunity to his enemies of
truly estimating the purity of his intentions.

Cañeri paid a visit to Theodora immediately upon her arrival; but,
according to the agreement with the renegade, he limited his attentions
to the mere phrases of gallantry and courtly good nature. This
ostentatious shew of civility, however, did not arise from a generous
disposition, but merely constrained necessity. The renegade was
continually present to his thoughts, and though his superior in command
he was forced involuntarily to yield that tribute of respect, which
resolution and courage are sure to exact from the feeble, however humble
the situation in which their possessor may be placed. Besides this,
though his passion for the fair Christian had not abated, his heart was
now too much engrossed with objects highly gratifying to his vanity and
pride, to suffer the charms of a captive to rule there with undisputed
and despotic sway. His visits, therefore, were short, and he soon left
Theodora to the undisturbed possession of her own thoughts. She no
longer exhibited those signs of exquisite anguish or passionate
delirium. Keen and protracted suffering had rendered her in some measure
callous to the stings of sorrow. Musing melancholy and listlessness as
to her fate disputed alternately the possession of that heart, once so
fruitful in every tender feeling, in all the genuine virtues of female
loveliness and merit. But, alas! the situation of the unhappy Theodora
was, indeed, more distressing than heretofore. Hope now no longer
illumined her heart; amidst the darkness which had over-clouded her
imagination, no cheering light shone upon her path to lead her from
misery. But the dereliction of hope is not the worst enemy of virtuous
woman. No, it is the loss of salutary fear, and Theodora was nearly
sinking into that lamentable state of indifference which generally
succeeds the extinction of youthful hope and affection. Every thing
seemed to conspire against Theodora. The secluded and retired nature of
her education, and the tenderness of her age deprived her of those
auxiliaries to combat her present state, which a woman of greater
knowledge of the world, and more advanced in years, would gather from
these very circumstances.

Roque had, by order of Cañeri, a free access to Theodora, and he took
special care frequently to profit by the permission granted. This was
some solace for the unfortunate girl; the interviews with the valet
diverted her thoughts by the lively, though ludicrous, pictures which he
drew of their future release from their present thraldom. The very night
of their arrival at Alhaurin, Roque was giving to his mistress a
circumstantial account of his conversation with Marien Rufa, when the
door of the apartment swung open, and the renegade boldly entered
without any previous announcement. His sudden appearance caused the
greatest perturbation and alarm, both to Roque and his mistress. The
unseasonable hour of the visit, and the interest evinced by the renegade
towards Theodora, were naturally indicative of some sinister intention.
Theodora, however, recovering from her first surprise, involuntarily
drew back as Bermudo advanced. Meanwhile Roque was at a loss what to
think or to do; the flutter of his whole person plainly indicated how
ill at ease he was with himself. He looked at his mistress, and
perceiving her emotion, felt more afraid, though on what account he was
perfectly unconscious. But Roque was not long suffered to remain in
uncertainty with respect to his own feelings. Bermudo, with a most
haughty demeanor, made a sign to the valet to quit the place, and as
Roque deliberated between regard for his mistress and dread for his own
dear self, the renegade, to bring about a final determination, laid his
hand on his weapon, an argument which completely set at rest the valet's
doubts, and convinced him of the necessity of a speedy retreat.

Theodora perceiving how easily Bermudo had succeeded in convincing
Roque, and knowing the obsequious manner in which the valet acted when
such sort of conviction was forced upon him, deeply felt the danger of
her situation, if abandoned by the only being who might interest himself
in her fate.

"Oh! Roque, do not leave me," she pathetically exclaimed; "stay--I
cannot remain alone with this dark, this terrible man."

Roque cast a melancholy look on his mistress; her piteous appeal went to
his heart, but a terrible glance from the renegade seemed to make still
stronger impression, for he quickly resumed his retrograde motion.

"He must be gone," said Bermudo resolutely, waving his hand in a most
expressive manner, which considerably tended to expedite the valet's

He retired, therefore, and Theodora no sooner found herself deprived of
this last frail protection, than with an assumption of fierce dignity:--

"Renegade!" she cried, "what means this intrusion? Were then all thy
former marks of regard but the insidious means to cover the real
intentions of a miscreant heart? Away!--begone!--I will alarm the
place,--yes, I will call on the protection of Cañeri himself, for odious
as he is to my eyes, I can never look upon him with the same degree of
abhorrence and contempt as I do on a renegade to his faith, a traitor to
his country, and the vile minister to a despot's pleasures."

Bermudo heard these bold and severe rebukes without attempting an
interruption. Calm and unmoved he suffered the first ebullition of
resentment to evaporate, and for some time deigned to make no other
reply than a bitter smile of disdain.

At length he broke that dismal pause, and in a slow and deep toned

"Woman," he said, "thy taunts I will not resent, for partly they are
just, and the rest I excuse in consideration of thy forlorn state, and
the many sufferings thou hast undergone."

"Oh!" cried Theodora, with a sad smile, "It well becomes you to condole
for misfortunes to which you have so largely contributed;--approach me
not--begone--I cannot trust a traitor; there is guile and malice in the
very proffer of thy kindness;--hence,--or----"

"Hush, lady," interposed the renegade, with indignant pride, "you surely
mistake my character. Threats and fears are strangers to this heart.
Nay, when it is in some weak moments attuned to virtue, a threat, a
solitary threat would banish hence the heavenly inspiration, and the
fiend again triumph in its natural dwelling. Therefore, lady, threat me
not, for the man is inaccessible to fear, who, like myself, is a beggar
in happiness. Rest, lady, rest, and do not by an imprudent act, neglect
the opportunity which fortune affords you of escaping the fate with
which you are threatened."

There was an air of sullen yet dignified composure on the renegade, as
he delivered these words, and Theodora, in spite of her apprehension,
was for some time rivetted to the spot, waiting the disclosures of the
fearful man.

"I do not pretend," he proceeded, "to command your implicit confidence;
I only counsel you to rely on your own judgment and discretion. My
character you have drawn in colours dark and glowing, but, perhaps, too
true. Yet I must correct an erroneous impression under which you labour;
'tis true I am an apostate--a traitor--and if in the catalogue of
accursed crimes, there is a name still more horrid and abhorred, I claim
it; but to be subservient to the pleasure of a despot--no, no, you must
know me better. No," he added with warmth, "my deeds have been dark, but
not dastardly or contemptible; I have drunk deep the cup of crime--yes,
I have quaffed it with avidity, but my palate has always been nice
enough to scorn the dregs. Had any other than a woman dared to give
utterance to the base thought, ere this he would have added one more to
the list of those who have fallen by this arm. You are a woman, and a
woman in distress; the only consideration that could have restrained my
indignation for such an insult."

"What then wouldst thou with me?" demanded Theodora, somewhat reassured
by his words and manner.

"To befriend you, not to harm you, for I war not with women; the
solitary being that showed the feelings of humanity towards Bermudo
belonged to womankind, and the recollection of her virtues and her love
for me, would secure her whole sex from the effects of my wrath."

Theodora was struck with this asseveration. She could not reconcile
these symptoms of feeling with his previous acts, and his acknowledged
character for crime.

"Theodora," resumed the renegade, and his austerity of tone and manner
seemed momentarily to acquire a tint of softness uncongenial with his
habitual nature; "Theodora, I am a man of guilt; yea, one who plays his
part in this detested world without a feeling of remorse--but I cannot
harm a woman--and you less than any other of your sex. _She_, like you,
was innocent and beautiful--like you, unfortunate--like _you_," he
added, with agitation, "like you, the victim of Gomez Arias."

"Heavens!" exclaimed Theodora, "what mystery is this? Oh, speak! I am
already but too low sunk in misery, and yet I fain would learn the full
measure of the crimes of him who has undone me."

"It would be a difficult," replied the renegade, "an endless task, to
satisfy your desire; but you may, perhaps, from your own experience,
draw a just inference of his conduct to others. Beauty, innocence, and
youth, and unlimited affection, could not save you from his barbarous
acts; the rule has been the same for those who like you had charms to
captivate his attention, and an unsuspicious, a genuine heart to inhale
the poison of his persuasive tongue. But still the fate of poor Anselma
surpassed in horror her many rivals in misfortune."

"He loved her once," said Theodora despondingly, "and then forsook her,
like me."

"He loved her," darkly returned Bermudo, "with the affection of one, who
centres his whole bliss only in the enjoyment of his selfish and
degenerate passion. But she spurned him; stratagem and force prevailed.
Madness--despair--must I say it? death ensued. Enough--the circumstances
of the horrid tale 'tis needless to relate: I have said thus much to
convince you of the impossibility of my harming a woman whose fate bears
so strong a resemblance to that of my own unfortunate Anselma. Dispel
then your apprehensions, and look upon me _now_ not as a foe, but as
your sole friend and protector."

Theodora gazed on the renegade with mute amazement; the professions of
her lover, and his base desertion, had taught her mistrust: her heart
was no longer ready to believe any pleasing tale, to welcome every
protestation of regard. It was by trusting too implicitly to her
feelings that her ruin had been accomplished, and even in her present
abandonment she considered those feelings as premeditating another
treason. Yet, when she beheld the composure of the renegade, when she
recalled to mind that not even a word had escaped him that could be
distrusted, she was persuaded to listen to his proposals, if not totally
to abide their results. The renegade perceived the state of her mind,
and hastened to hush the whispers of suspicion.

"Think you," said he with firmness, "think you that I deceive
you?--abandon such a thought; for learn that should I be tempted to harm
you, the only object of my life would be blasted; trust then my
interest, if you cannot trust my honor. I came to render you a service,
which must be reciprocal. Nay, start not; you may well marvel what
affinity there can be between an unfortunate and helpless female, and an
outcast like myself; yet this seeming anomaly exists--we are drawn
together by the most powerful ties that can bind one fellow-creature to
another: for we are linked by those of misfortune, and misfortune
wrought by the same individual."

"And yet," cried Theodora, "despite of your enmity to the barbarous,
unfeeling man, you strenuously seconded his plans; had you not aided
him, I should not have been here."

"Perhaps not," replied the renegade, preserving an unalterable
composure; "but where would you have been? Have you reflected well on
your helpless situation, and the character of the foul betrayer. Ah!
call to your memory the last scene of his desertion, and judge by his
behaviour then, of what he might have been capable, in order to remove
from his path the unfortunate obstacle that impeded his ambitious and
criminal career."

"The monster was capable of all!" exclaimed Theodora, with dreadful
agitation; for the recital of her lover's perfidy rudely awoke all the
dormant feelings of the heart.

"I have saved you from his infernal machinations;" said the renegade.
"My conduct to you then appeared barbarous, but my subsequent behaviour
must have effaced from your mind those unfavorable impressions. If not,
the time is come for you to learn, and me to disclose, the motives by
which all my words and actions have been directed. Theodora," he then
added, in a firm but soothing tone, "my proceedings have been to you
mysterious; the mystery here ends--I have procured liberty, home,
happiness for you--revenge for myself."

"Heavens!" exclaimed Theodora, "explain, what mean you?"

"I mean the truth. Be cautious and confident, and not many days shall
pass ere you flee from the company of men whom you abhor, and I despise.
Ere long you shall return to your deserted home, and enjoy the
consolation which a father can confer--a happiness which they say is
great.--I never knew it."

"Can this be real?" exclaimed Theodora, with a scream of surprise and
joy. "Oh, Alagraf, are you then so generous?" and unable to restrain the
swelling emotion of her grateful heart, she fell at his feet.

"Rise, lady, rise," vehemently cried the renegade, "that posture ill
becomes you. I cannot sustain the sight. Poor, helpless, innocent
sufferer," he then said in a pathetic tone, which in spite of his
sternness, he could not suppress. "Poor, poor, forlorn girl--it was thus
she begged and supplicated, but he denied her." He suddenly recollected
himself, and with an abrupt motion he raised the weeping Theodora from
the ground.

"Rise; for by all the powers of darkness, to see you thus more fiercely
burns my brain, and my frenzied madness becomes more ungovernable.
Woman, I am not generous, I am only just, though some cold mortals might
denominate my justice selfish cruelty. But I care not for man or his

He paused for a moment, and then proceeded in a calmer tone:--

"Theodora, you are now acquainted with my intentions. I only grieve they
cannot be put in execution with the promptitude that I desire.--But I
must go hence immediately--I must keep up the hellish character which I
have assumed, and I am sent to act in conjunction with El Feri; my
absence shall be as short as I can make it, and in the mean time fear
not any violence from Cañeri. In that quarter you are secure; for the
petty despot knows that his death would be the consequence of such a
step. And now, lady, keep strict silence on my important disclosures.
Roque is faithfully devoted to your service, but much is to be
apprehended from his imprudent loquacity, should he be made acquainted
with the secret before the time of action. He and any other you wish to
point out shall be our attendants. Remember my injunctions. Be
comforted, but do not exhibit symptoms of sudden and extraordinary joy,
lest you awaken the suspicions of Cañeri; for he is possessed of all the
cunning and mistrust which generally fall to the share of a coward heart
blended with a despotic mind. Till we meet--adieu! I call for no
blessing on your head,--for I can only curse."

He said, and suddenly withdrew.

Theodora for some time was scarcely able to collect her thoughts; the
renegade had again revived her drooping spirits, and she ventured to
hope once more. She resolved implicitly to follow his instructions, in
the anxious expectation of a speedy deliverance from her present
miserable and perilous condition.


    Un farouche silence, enfant de la fureur,
    A ces bruyants éclats succède avec horreur.
    D'un bras déterminé, d'un oeil brulant de rage,
    Parmi ses ennemis chacun s'ouvre un passage.

                                _La Henriade._

    Now yield thee, or by him who made
    The world! thy heart-blood dyes my blade.--
    Thy threats, thy mercy I despise,
    Let recreant yield, who fears to die.--

                                _Sir Walter Scott._

The shadows of evening were falling round when Alonso de Aguilar and his
gallant army arrived at the plain that skirts the mountain of the Sierra
Bermeja. The rebels, with El Feri de Benastepar at their head, who had
already been worsted in the plain, had resolved not to hazard another
battle, but to keep possession of the mountains, confident of the
advantages of their position. El Feri, therefore, having secured all the
heights and passes of the Sierra, beheld with inward satisfaction the
approach of the enemy; indeed, his situation could not be improved;
nature had fashioned an impregnable fortress in the whole circumference
of that huge mountain; large masses of rock frowned at intervals around
the summit and extended down the sides, and the hollows were filled up
with large clumps of trees, the growth of ages. There was only one path
by which an ascent appeared practicable, narrow, steep and tortuous, and
this perilous pass from the nature of its position might be defended by
a handful of brave men; numerous small ravines were likewise observable,
by which a laborious and difficult ascent might be attempted, although
they were almost choaked with different impediments, being the beds of
the torrents which at times poured their headlong course down the sides
of the mountain.

The Christians beheld with dread the formidable array which the Sierra
presented. The Moors from the adjacent country had flocked to the
standard of El Feri, confiding in the prosperous turn which their
enterprise was likely to take; they manifested both their hopes and
defiance by a prolonged succession of shouts and barbaric yells, which,
in lengthened and fearful clamour, were reverberated through the rocky
passes and solitary caverns of those mountains.

Alonso de Aguilar was struck with the advantages which the rebels
derived from their position, and the attempt to ascend the mountain,
crowned as it was with desperate men, might be considered more a deed of
madness than an act of true courage; but again he thought of the evil
which procrastinated measures often produce in a war of this nature--the
longer he delayed the attack the greater the number of enemies he should
have to encounter, and if the spark of revolt were not immediately
extinguished, the whole province would soon blaze out in open rebellion.
Most alarming symptoms of the refractory spirit of the inhabitants had
already been manifested during the progress of the army from Granada,
and Aguilar well knew that the difficulties he had now to surmount,
would increase tenfold each day that he suffered to pass without risking
a battle.

Thus, although aware of the desperate character of his undertaking, he
nevertheless resolved to engage the Moors in defiance of their superior
advantages, relying with the most unlimited confidence on the
enthusiastic valour of his veteran troops, whose hatred to the Moors was
proverbial, and whose bravery and military conduct he had tried on many
a well-fought field.

Under this impression, Don Alonso had summoned Count Ureña, and other
principal chiefs, to communicate to them his determination.

"Perhaps you will think," he said, "that the resolution I have formed is
desperate, but there is no middle course to choose; we must either
return inglorious to our homes, or attack the rebels in their strong
hold. An assault must be immediately attempted. Our soldiers burn with
impatience to meet those rebellious and ungrateful Moors. It is on the
confidence of their love to their country, and hatred to their foes,
that I found my expectations. However, we will wait until night has
closed; darkness will be more favorable to us in the passive warfare
which for some time we shall be obliged to carry on. The shafts of our
enemies cannot thus be aimed with such fatal certainty. And now, my
brave companions, to your posts, and I hope that when next we meet it
will be amidst the shouts of victory."

Aguilar divided his army into three parts, the right wing of which he
entrusted to the command of Count de Ureña, the left to Don de Antonio
Leyva, whilst he, with his gallant son Don Pedro, determined to lead on
the centre to the charge by the more direct ascent, where the chief
force of the Moors was judiciously placed.

These three bodies were again sub-divided, as a large mass would afford
a conspicuous object against which the efforts of the enemy might be
more successfully directed. Thus the different commanders having
received their instructions, and the signal being given, various
columns advanced towards the mountains from their several points of
attack, whilst the war-cry, _Santiago y Cierra España_, was echoed from
one to another with inspiring courage and animated enthusiasm. The Moors
answered the challenge with wild acclamations, looking on the advancing
foe as a devoted prey on which they were shortly to glut their
long-desired vengeance. The Christians were, therefore, suffered to
proceed unmolested in their course lest, by a premature disclosure of
the resources of their enemies, they might be induced to retreat, and
thus prevent the Moors from obtaining a complete victory. Slowly, then,
the Christians began to ascend the rugged and difficult paths of the
mountain. The deafening shouts had for some time ceased, and were
succeeded by a dismal and deadly silence. The Christians, therefore,
continued to ascend in noiseless progression, until El Feri de
Benastepar, judging that the enemy was sufficiently drawn into his toils
to ensure success for the artful manoeuvres which he had planned, now
gave the signal of command, and again the whole mountain rung with an
overpowering tumult of cries and yells.

Suddenly the rocks above seemed to be alive, broken into numberless
fragments. With dreadful and overwhelming violence their huge disjointed
masses rolled from their elevated summits, and gathering a new impetus
in their headlong course, rushed down the sides of the mountain, and
bounding from point to point with an appalling crash, heaped destruction
on the advancing enemy. The ominous and redoubled cries from the summit
of the Sierra, rose above the terrific sound of the deadly fragments,
and were sufficient to strike dismay into the most daring. Astonishment
for a moment paralyzed the Spaniards; yet their intrepidity did not
quail in the hazardous moment, though they perceived a heap of mangled
corpses swept before them with fearful rapidity. Aguilar could not
behold unmoved the destruction wrought amongst his brave followers; and
fearing that a second discharge of those terrible missiles might
succeed in disheartening them, in a voice of enthusiasm----

"Forward, my brave comrades!" he cried: "those rebels will find that
they will sooner tire of hurling rocks than we shall of withstanding
them. By suffering we will triumph. On, brave companions, on!"

Aguilar succeeded by his example in instilling into the hearts of his
men a degree of maddened courage, which alone could carry them through
the obstacles that impeded their course. They accordingly continued
fearlessly to advance.

Night had now closed in the most dense and impenetrable darkness. The
moon seemed unsuccessfully struggling through a pile of massy clouds,
and the scanty light afforded by the dim stars was insufficient to
illumine any distant object. Thus the Christians had no means of warding
off the dreadful fate which threatened them. They heard, without the
power of resistance, the low rumbling sound of the huge rocks that were
loosened from their beds, and the crash that followed their ponderous
course, as they tore down every object which came before them, mingling
all in one vast and promiscuous ruin.

The voice of Aguilar and other chiefs, in hoarse tones, was heard at
intervals encouraging and animating their troops, who, wrought up to
madness by their loss, had now no other feeling than an ardent desire of
attaining the summit, where their enemies lay in security, and quenching
their rage in their detested blood. Indeed, the terrors of this dismal
and appalling conflict, instead of damping the courage of the soldiers,
served only to brace them with redoubled force. Dauntless, therefore,
they continued to ascend, unmindful of the cries and groans that rent
the air, and although they were sensible that a similar fate might the
next moment await themselves. On they proceeded, in the full confidence
that some amongst them would ultimately reach the summit, and take ample
vengeance for the death of those whom they left behind. Nor did the
Moors consider this stubborn constancy and self-devotion without
amazement and dread; but El Feri, who read their thoughts, immediately
took measures to prevent the consequences with which they might be
attended, if he allowed his men to indulge their fears; aware that the
best means of keeping up the mettle and ardour of his men was to employ
them actively, he ordered a considerable portion of them to descend and
meet the enemy boldly in the path. This order was joyfully obeyed, and
the Moors rushed impetuously to the attack. Aguilar, who hailed this
movement of the enemy as favorable to his troops, by affording them an
opportunity of profiting by their superiority, now rushed forward to
encounter the charge with increased energy, whilst Don Pedro, with a
chosen party, led the van.

The young warrior continued gaining ground; the Moors retreated; and the
Spaniards considering this movement as the forerunner of success, boldly
pushed on, reckless of the thousand shafts which assailed them on every
side. Fresh men supplied, according to instruction, the place of the
Moors who retreated; and the wearied Christians had nothing to carry
them through the unequal contest but the undaunted courage which had
supported them in so many battles. Still they advanced, although the
enemy, in spite of the numbers that fell, preserved a fresh and unbroken
front, disputing every inch of ground apparently with undiminished

In the midst of his gallant achievements Don Pedro fell from the blow of
a stone, which disabled him from proceeding. His absence soon became
apparent; but Alonso de Aguilar pressing forwards to the front, by a
desperate effort soon compelled the rebels to abandon their defence, and
retreat precipitately to their stations. The Spaniards here halted for a
few moments and rallied their forces, on which dismal inroads had been
made by the late conflict. Again they advanced in silence and without
impediment. Their gallant leader, however, looked on this change with
the most gloomy apprehensions; for he conjectured that the Moors were
about to renew that system of defence which had been so destructive at
the first onset. His suspicions were well grounded. Incontinently
another ominous shout rent the air, and the tremendous fragments again
rolled down, spreading devastation wherever they passed.

And now, to render the unequal strife more terrific, there fell some
broad and scattered drops of rain, announcing the storm which had been
gathering in the dark bosom of the swollen and shapeless clouds. Hollow
gusts of wind swept through the passes of the mountains, mingling their
gloomy cadences with the loud cries of the Moors and the wild
lamentations of their victims. And now the pregnant clouds discharged
their contents, which poured like an impetuous cataract down the
channels of the mountain, whilst from those dark and impenetrable masses
fitfully glimmered the livid streaks of lightning, followed by the
hollow muttering of the distant thunder. This approaching conflict of
the elements Don Alonso beheld undismayed. Boldly he urged on his men,
whilst the power of the storm increasing apace, presented additional
obstacles to their progress. Nearer the tempest advanced, and the
flickering sudden gleams of lightning were succeeded by closely repeated
sheets of sulphurous and liquid fire, which in serpentine corruscations
illumined those scenes of carnage and devastation, while loud and
prolonged peals sounded like the ominous voice of the spirit of
destruction riding on the storm, and exulting over the scene of death.
But the Spaniards, though moved by the sight of their companions falling
around, could not be subdued by the gloomy prospect before them, for it
is the attribute of noble courage, while it sympathises with the brave,
to continue in the path of honor and duty undaunted and undismayed.

Flash now followed upon flash, and by their livid and unearthly
reflection appeared the gallant leader and his band, more resolute in
proportion to the fury of the warring elements. The caves and wild
recesses echoed with the hollow moaning of the blast, mingled with the
shouts of the combatants. Chilling was the scene; more chilling still
when the pause made by the raging storm was filled up with the more
terrific noise of the falling rocks and stones which came thundering
down. Aghast the Christians beheld, by the vivid flashes, the descending
destruction; now a block rolled along dyed in the blood of their gallant
companions, and again some uncouth and unfashioned fragment had gathered
in its career a broken limb, a nerveless arm, or a bleeding leg. The
channels were now filled with the water that rushed down the sides of
the mountain, forming gurgling eddies around the crushed bodies of the
fallen, and mingling their blood with the turbid waters in their descent

Such an accumulation of misfortunes began to dishearten the Christians,
whose forces were reduced to half their number. Don Pedro, Count de
Ureña, and other principal chiefs were wounded, others dead; and an
horrific shout on the left, commanded by Don Antonio de Leyva, announced
some dreadful catastrophe in that direction.

The renegade, with a valiant reinforcement, had by a dexterous
manoeuvre cut off the retreat of the Christians in that quarter; and,
though they had fought with the most desperate courage, they were
completely routed, and the greater number slaughtered on the spot.
Savagely Bermudo dealt his blows on his own countrymen, and vented his
diabolical feelings on many brave and innocent men to take vengeance for
the wrongs he had sustained from one. But few men escaped from this
promiscuous carnage, and those few cut their way with frenzied courage
through the ranks of the enemy, bearing the bleeding body of their
chief, Don Antonio de Leyva.

The rage of the storm had by this time abated, and Alonso de Aguilar,
auguring favorably of men who had withstood, undaunted, such an
accumulation of terrors, had pushed forward, and was now midway on the
mountain. The rebels beheld his progress with conscious alarm, for
though his numbers were considerably reduced and weakened by fatigue,
yet Don Alonso was about to reach a space of even ground, in which
should he succeed, it would render more doubtful the victory which they
had till now considered as certain. Still they continued to roll down
their destructive missiles, but these had lost their former power; for
though some visited the enemy, yet the greater part stopt in their
career, impeded by the trunks of trees torn up by the tempest, or stuck
in the spots of marshy ground caused by the descending torrents. The
Moors, therefore, abandoned this system of aggression, and perceiving
that the gallant band of Don Alonso de Aguilar was extremely small, and
that it could not receive assistance from the Spanish forces below, they
collected a great body, and determined to oppose the further progress of
Aguilar, before he could succeed in reaching the little plain. A
desperate contest ensued, in which every Christian exerted his remaining
strength, and their present position was so far favorable, that the
Moors were not able to overwhelm them with numbers. Thus Aguilar,
encouraging his men with the better aspect of their fortune, continued
fighting desperately, and gaining ground, whilst the affrighted Moors
retreated before his amazing efforts.

But the most exalted courage cannot support the body under the
accumulated sufferings of wounds and exhaustion, and Don Alonso at
length beheld with a look of melancholy resignation, blended with manly
fortitude, the diminution of his numbers, and the state of depression
under which they laboured. He could no longer hope to accomplish his
daring enterprise, nor effect an honorable retreat. The day, which had
now shed its first glimmering light, revealed the forlorn condition of
his men: he beheld his once gallant army stretched along the path, which
was so completely covered with the dead, that it seemed to be paved with
human victims. The Spaniards fought still, but their foes were
continually supplied with fresh men, and Aguilar foresaw with a pang of
distress that the Moors would ultimately triumph. In this emergency he
cast a desponding look on his troops below, who would in vain have
attempted to assist him, on account of the distance which separated

The followers of Don Alonso were now reduced to a very limited number,
but he perceived on their countenances the noble expression of resigned
courage and high-minded patriotism. A sad smile of satisfaction was on
his lip, as with a firm voice, he exclaimed:--

"Christians, this standard must be planted on the highest point we can
attain." Then after a pause he added, pointing to the little plain;
"Behold your grave!---- advance boldly--there is the last stage of our
existence--and if any one returns to Granada, he may tell the queen that
Alonso de Aguilar has redeemed his pledge."

These words were electric--the countenances of his companions
brightened, and they seemed to acquire new vigour from the example of
their noble leader. They dealt their blows with increased energy, and
after a terrific struggle, they at length reached the fatal plain.
There they halted at the goal of their glorious career, and Alonso de
Aguilar planting the standard of the cross firmly on the ground, placed
himself near a rock which he caused to be surrounded by his men. There
the devoted warriors resolved to await their fate.

The Moors now rushed on them from all parts with a ferocious joy. But
many were those who fell before they could succeed in mastering the
brave and infuriated Christians. Man to man they fought, and round the
rock the gallant soldiers gradually fell. The heroism of the Spaniards
might protract, but could not avert their fall. Aguilar at length beheld
himself alone amongst a heap of his fallen men; his armour was broken in
many places, and stained with the life-blood which flowed through the
crevices; with his left hand he grasped the remains of a banner, and
supported himself against the rock, while his right still continued to
wield his ponderous sword. The numerous assailants looked with dread
and awe on the redoubtable champion, and for some time seemed to be
rivetted to the place. But a host was gathering around to rush at once
upon the formidable foe, when a giant figure made his way through the
crowd, crying aloud--

"Yield thee, Christian, for the Moors know how to respect courage like

"Yield! Never will I yield to a rebel. I am Alonso de Aguilar."

"Thanks to the prophet!" cried the Moor; "look then on thy
irreconcileable foe!--I am El Feri de Benastepar."

Aguilar saw the Moor-chief with the fortitude of a noble heart, and
rising superior to his adverse fortune, although covered with wounds,
and fainting from exhaustion, he sprung forward to meet the advance of
his terrible adversary, whilst the Moors awed by the meeting of such
warriors, stood around in breathless silence.

The mighty foes closed in desperate combat. But soon Aguilar conscious
of his weakness, retired to his original position against the rock, and
in that posture sustained the attack. The fresh and unabated force of
El Feri became too powerful for the Christian chief, worn out as he was
with the loss of blood, and the fatigue of many hours of battle. Aguilar
now perceived that to die nobly was the only alternative he could
embrace, and accordingly grasping firmly the banner, he continued a
resolute but unequal combat. His exhaustion, however, increased, and as
he perceived his end approach, he sprang forward, and with one desperate
blow, in which he collected his remaining energies, endeavoured to crush
his enemy. But the exertion far exceeded his strength, and the same blow
that an hour before would have cloven through buckler and hauberk, now
fell almost harmless upon the shield of El Feri. The Moor availed
himself of the moment, and before Aguilar had time to recover, the
scymitar of his foe had cleft through the helmet of Don Alonso, and sunk
deep into the brain. The hero fell; with one deep sigh his noble spirit
parted from its clay, and the brave, the generous, the heroic Don Alonso
de Aguilar was no more![45]

A tremendous shout from the exulting Moors announced the catastrophe to
the Christians below: it sounded through the mountain like the ferocious
yell of demons revelling over their victim. El Feri stood silent for a
moment gazing on his prostrate enemy, and he could not but contemplate
with veneration and awe that form which even in death preserved the
nobleness and dignity which had distinguished it through life. His
helmet had given way, and rolled to some distance on the plain. His
black hair silvered with age, and now dripping with his blood,
overshaded part of his noble countenance. Shorn of its proud device, his
broken shield lay on his left arm, as well as the remains of the banner
which he had sworn to defend with his life, whilst his right arm still
retained that sword once the terror of the Moors, now lying harmless on
the ground. Thus fell Aguilar, and the exulting Moors flocked round his
corpse, led by an instinctive curiosity to behold the prostrate warrior
so long the object of their dread.


    Inter their bodies as becomes their births:


    Few, few shall part where many meet,

    * * * *

    And every turf beneath their feet
    Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

                                _T. Campbell._

The victory of the Moors was complete; and as they had been long
accustomed to reverses, so unusual a success elated them beyond all
bounds of moderation. They considered their independence as now firmly
established, and could scarcely be restrained from rushing, like a
disorderly horde of conquering barbarians, on their enemies below, and
ravaging the country round. But fortunately El Feri joined to great
courage and activity the rare endowments of a prudent and sagacious
chief. He foresaw that the present success, if not followed up
judiciously, would prove more prejudicial than favorable to their cause.
It was not by a confused depredatory system that this first victory
should be followed up; for their cause could only be ultimately
benefited by improving their present advantages. Besides, the fierce
courage of his followers, arising rather from a sense of injuries and
revenge, than real military bravery, was ill calculated to sustain the
superior numbers and better disciplined bands of the Christians. Nor
could El Feri be so far dazzled by one solitary success as to attribute
solely to their conduct and courage that result which was chiefly to be
ascribed to the advantages of their position, combined with a series of
fortunate circumstances that had assisted them against the Christians.
He knew that the intelligence of this victory would excite those of his
countrymen who were as yet lukewarm in the cause, to take up arms and
repair to that mountain which was now the cradle in which their infant
liberty was to be rocked. He wished to preserve and improve this
situation without risking the danger of another action, until he
possessed ample means of insuring success. A precipitate movement now
might involve the Moors in difficulties capable not only of retarding
their triumph, but even of rendering fruitless the effects of a first
victory: Gomez Arias was likewise marching with a powerful army, and it
would be madness to abandon the strong hold of the Sierra for the sake
of hazarding an encounter, when as yet they were in all respects
inferior to their enemies.

El Feri, therefore, strongly deprecated the design formed by Mohabed of
advancing at present against the Spaniards. But Mohabed, flushed with
pride and little conversant with military affairs, could only be
prevailed upon to defer his sally from the mountain for two days; and El
Feri, considering the baneful effects which any disagreement amongst the
chief leaders might produce, prudently acquiesced in his decision. He
hoped that in the meantime he should have an opportunity either of
dissuading his brother chief, or at least of organising a more
systematic and powerful invasion.

Whilst the best warrior in the Moorish ranks was deeply interested in
forwarding their views, his disorderly and savage followers were
affording proofs of their wanton cruelty and insubordination. El Feri
saw with disgust and sorrow, that the men he led to the field adhered
not to the principles which they pretended to profess. He perceived that
his army more resembled a horde of undisciplined barbarians than true
and sincere patriots; that the gratification of private animosity and
revenge had a far greater preponderance in directing their exertions,
than the heroic impulses of noble enthusiasm and public spirit. He had
been himself stimulated to take up arms solely by pure and patriotic
sentiments, without the least alloy of personal interest, or the
indulgence of a revengeful disposition. He, therefore, bitterly
lamented, for the sake of his country, when a secret voice whispered to
him, that he was less the leader of independent men, panting for
liberty, than of a lawless discontented rabble, better deserving the
name of rebels than that of liberators. Alas! how often is the lustre of
a good cause darkened by the private interests and vices of its agents!

The attention of El Feri was however diverted towards a tumult in that
part of the mountain where the mighty Aguilar had fallen: he hurried to
the spot to inquire into the cause of the commotion, when he saw the
noble form of his redoubtable foe ignominiously placed on an eminence,
round which men, women, and children were crowding, to glut their eyes
with the bleeding spectacle. While their savage disposition was
gladdened with the sight, they heaped maledictions on the dead. This
dastardly ebullition of revenge was more particularly displayed by the
weaker portion of men, and by the refuse of women. Women, fashioned by
nature to indulge every kindly feeling, and tender sentiment of
compassion for the fallen--women, when they have overstepped the
barriers of their natural delicacy, become more lawless and cruel than
the most hardened of men. An old hag was, with wanton mockery, striving
to close the eyes of the warrior; another was trampling under her foot
the cross which she had wrenched from his breast; and a dirty urchin was
rending his venerable locks, whilst some miscreants, not satisfied with
these profanations, in base revenge plunged their weapons into the
lifeless clay. But still there were some whom the great Aguilar inspired
with terrors even in death, and they shrunk from the inanimate corpse,
as if it were ready to start into life, and wreak vengeance for the
outrages sustained. Flushed with indignation at the sight, El Feri soon
dispersed the vile and motley crowd.

"Base, pitiful wretches," he cried in anger, "it well becomes your
cowardly nature thus to insult in death, the man you dared not look on
in life. Aye, quench your valour on that unconscious body, for those
weapons are unworthy of warring against the living, which cannot
respect the dead. Avaunt, miscreants! tempt no further my just anger."

The affrighted crew shrunk back in confusion, but one more daring than
the rest ventured to exclaim--

"He was the mortal foe of the Moors, and of El Feri de Benastepar----"

"In life he was," sternly replied El Feri; "but death reconciles the
bitterest enemy--for enmity must lose its fire in the cold precincts of
the grave."

"The Moor and the Christian," retorted gruffly the other, "even in
death, must be irreconcileable; even in the frost of the sepulchre, the
hate of such foes must not be extinguished.

"Cease, miscreant!" fiercely returned El Feri, "or by the mighty Allah,
a single word more, and a blow from the scymitar of El Feri shall be thy
only answer."

In speechless terror they all retreated, when El Feri turning to one of
his followers--

"Do you, Moraz," said he, "and some of your brave companions, pay the
last honors to the noble Don Alonso de Aguilar."

The Moors obeyed the orders of their chief, and forthwith a grave was
dug at the foot of the rock. No funeral pomp--no military honors graced
the obsequies of the great Aguilar--no chaunting priest was there to
rehearse the service of the dead--no friend to weep over his loss--no
grateful dependant to raise the closed hands in prayer to heaven; but in
silence his enemies laid him in his humble grave, and strewed the earth
over his warlike form. What, though no sculptured marble was there to
point out the noble dust that lay beneath; the name of the warrior will
live in the hearts of his countrymen, and will be handed to posterity as
long as the records of Spain shall exist. But, in the absence of the
pomp which marks the burial of the illustrious, Don Alonso received the
most honorable tribute that can adorn a warrior's grave--the manly and
venerating tear of his mortal foe; for, as the earth covered for ever
the remains of Aguilar, the silent tear of noble feeling fell on it
from the eye of El Feri de Benastepar.

Meantime the Christians at the foot of the mountain were making a
precipitate retreat, carrying with them a number of their wounded
companions, and leaving behind a terrible monument of their bravery and

How imposing is the calm, when the warm activity of action gives place
to the desolate repose of death! Now, the din of strife is over; no
longer the brazen notes of the trumpet swell in the wind--no longer the
echoes of the mountain rehearse and fling back the warlike sounds.
Hushed is the voice of command and animation--mute the cries of victory
or defeat. Even the howling blast, which lately, with its fitful voice,
increased the terrors of the scene, is now softened into a low and
mournful murmur, emblematical of the dismal tranquillity that reigns
around. The smiling face of nature is bloted and defaced by the
truculent works of men. The rich and reviving green that carpeted the
ground, now presents to the view an ensanguined plain, and the smiling
flowers, emblems of innocence and peace, bear no longer in their calice
the pearly moisture of the morn, but display the crimson evidence of
man's hatred to his kind. The soft grass is not now ruffled by the
welcome pressure of living individuals, happy in the joyous dance, or
gently reclining under the sweet influence of slumber, but by the weight
of ghastly corpses.

It was a sight fearful to behold! not a sound was heard; an unnatural
sadness prevailed over the scene; a thousand warriors lay there in the
silence of the grave, but in those colourless features still lingered a
tinge of the last feeling by which they were animated--the last passion
that raged within; the brow stiffened into gloomy fierceness--the eye
intensely fixed with bold resolve--the firmly clenched hand--bespoke the
various sensations in which they were surprised by death. Tranquil and
extended lay some who had received the summons without a throb; surely
the blow was struck, and swiftly fled the spark of life, whilst others,
in the violent contraction of the muscles, and the writhing expression
of pain, indicated how fearfully the rebellious soul had grappled with
the destroyer, before she could be dislodged from her tenement. Death
levels all distinction, and here were seen men of various ages and
ranks, so widely separated in life, promiscuously mingled in the last
repose. Youth and age alike indifferently strewed the plain, and the
silvered locks lay beside the flowing tresses; the pale hue of
protracted life, with the rosy healthful tints of commencing and hopeful
existence. Spring had mixed its blossoms with the falling leaves of
autumn. No distinction of rank was here; by the noble chief lay the
humble soldier--their attire alone could distinguish one from the other;
and even this external ornament would soon be destroyed, and all, all
would be amalgamated in one general indiscriminate dust.

But still that period was not arrived, and the encampment of corpses,
fresh in death, appeared most like an army of sleeping warriors; but for
the bloody tokens and fearful disorder which drove away every image of
natural repose, it seemed as if their departed spirits still hovered
within the bodies which they had lately abandoned. But alas! too soon
the harbinger of fading and helpless mortality would speed to dispel the
melancholy charm. The carrion birds were now hurrying to claim the
undisputed inheritance of that prey which a short time since had been
the receptacle of so many feelings and affections, while a thousand
hearts were doomed to weep for the occasion that afforded joy to the
gloomy and filthy revellers.

The routed Christians, meantime, were fast retreating, whilst the news
of their defeat and the fate of Aguilar spreading swiftly around, soon
reached the stately city of Granada, for misfortune is a most
expeditious traveller. The heroic Isabella felt an indescribable shock
at these unwelcome tidings; even victory, if purchased with the death of
Don Alonso, she would consider a reverse, but attended, as it was, with
complete overthrow, it created the most lively sensations of indignation
and sorrow. She made a solemn vow in the presence of the archbishop her
confessor, and her nobles, that she would neither wear linen nor sleep
on her royal couch until that daring rebellion had been annihilated, and
its agitators brought to retribution. She next gave orders that all her
troops should march against the rebels, and a numerous army was soon
collected, both of veterans and volunteers.

Meantime the grief of Leonor for the death of her father was exhibited
in a striking manner, but still in a manner worthy a branch of that
noble tree. She found a generous consolation in the name bequeathed to
her by her departed parent, and she fondly cherished the halo of glory
that surrounded her father's life, and now must adhere for ever to his
memory. The queen, anxious to contribute to the mitigation of her
sorrow, had kindly invited her to the palace, that by a temporary
absence from her own dwelling she might be relieved from the sight of
objects, which continually brought to her mind a train of painful


    Padre mio, caro padre,
    E tu ancor m'abbandoni!


           I know not how to tell thee;
    Shame rises in my face and interrupts
    The story of my tongue.


Bermudo, the renegade, having received instructions from El Feri soon
after the affair of the Sierra Bermeja, returned to Alhaurin, where he
found Cañeri in an extacy of uncontrollable joy. His late extravagance
had of course been considerably augmented by the news of the recent
success. So elated were his spirits, and so confident did he feel of the
happy results which would attend all the future operations of the Moors,
that, forgetting a secret dislike he always entertained to actual
strife, he talked of heading a body, and meeting the Christians, who
were rapidly advancing upon Alhaurin: but the renegade brought
different injunctions from El Feri, who was now looked upon, by common
consent, as the supreme arbitrator of the Moorish cause. Cañeri was
ordered, unfortunately for the display of his present ebullition of
valour, to fortify himself in Alhaurin, and prepare a retreat for
Mohabed, in case the rash expedition of that chief against Gomez Arias
should prove unsuccessful.

All El Feri's persuasions had been thrown away upon Mohabed, who, quite
inexperienced in war, and highly flushed by their recent victory, had
descended the Sierra Bermeja with a strong division to offer battle to
the Spaniards. Cañeri submissively followed the orders of his brother in
command. Indeed in his present exhilaration of spirits, he would submit
almost to any thing, except to renounce the outward show of dignity, for
Cañeri was one of those good-natured soldiers, who can be satisfied with
the shadow, whilst other leaders possessed the substance of power.

In every age and country, there needs must be warriors of all
descriptions; some are designed by nature to encounter perils, and
acquire a name to be enrolled in the temple of immortality, and there
are others whose noble achievements entitle them to the same honor,
though traced in different characters; there is also a third class of
military men, who, being neither sanguinary nor heroic, are yet intended
to shine in a more peaceful warfare,--generals of undoubted military
capacity, of extraordinary genius for the enactment of regulations and
orders, with a clear judgment for the various qualifications of staff
officers, and bearing an exceedingly martial and appropriate carriage in
courts, reviews, and parades. Now, to this last class Cañeri most
assuredly belonged: his talents for military parade and shew no one
could dispute. He now approached the renegade, and in as affable a
manner as his arrogant dictatorial manner would permit:--

"Alagraf," he said, "these are joyful times for the Moors."

"Provided they last," coldly returned the renegade.

"Last," rejoined the Moor, with indignant surprise. "Behold!" and he
pointed to his men, all arrayed and equipped in a martial style, as they
were standing in review, "those men are not likely to tarnish the
laurels already culled by their companions of the Sierra Bermeja. But
you are ever sullen, Alagraf; no victory, no fortune can efface the
gloom which pervades every action of your life."

"Yours, at all events, Cañeri," replied the renegade, sneeringly, "is
excessively gay; the love of your country must certainly be great, since
it can occasion such extraordinary marks of satisfaction for a temporary

"My country and religion are dear to me," returned Cañeri, with dignity,
"very dear, and sacred. But then," he added, relaxing, "my heart is not
wholly absorbed in the love of my country."

"That I believe," replied Bermudo, significantly. "It will easily admit
of division, and in the distribution of your lore, I dare swear you have
reserved a considerable share for yourself."

Cañeri laughed affectedly, then drawing nearer to the renegade, and
taking him gently by the hand--

"My friend," he said, "much as I love myself, still have I a store left
for such as love me well, and when a lady fair----"

"Eh!" exclaimed the renegade, "what lady fair is this?"

"Oh, Alagraf," returned Cañeri, unable any longer to contain himself, "I
am the happiest of men--Theodora--the beautiful Theodora has at length
yielded to the soft persuasions of love, and it is to you, my good
Alagraf, that I stand chiefly indebted for such favorable results."

The renegade started back in visible consternation. Cañeri's words sent
daggers to his heart. Could it be possible? the amiable and elevated
Theodora, sunk to the base minion of so worthless a character! and all
his plans overturned for ever! It appeared unaccountable--impossible.
Theodora could not look kindly upon the object of her late mortal
abhorrence.--Such a transition was abrupt--unnatural--unless, indeed,
her reason had fallen a sacrifice to her accumulated distress.

Terrible thoughts coursed over the troubled and darkened brow of the
renegade, whilst his whole person manifested strong marks of the passion
that agitated his bosom.

"Alagraf, what means this emotion? why, you appear thunderstruck."

"Yes;" replied the renegade, assuming his composure, "with surprise. But
you said it was to my good offices you stood indebted for your success.
Now would you favour me with the particulars of such an extraordinary

"Aye, my friend," returned vauntingly Cañeri; "Fortune is very
capricious. She never works progressively, but by starts, and then
according to the mood she is in, a man is either overpowered with misery
or with bliss. Some time since both the affairs of my country and those
of my heart went on desperately; the scales are now turned, and I am
blessed in a double triumph.

"But," cried the renegade, "the nature of your triumph I would fain

"It is complete," replied Cañeri with complacency.

"Complete!" re-echoed the renegade with emotion--"complete! how?"

"At least by anticipation," returned the Moor. "Complete by
anticipation. Nothing is yet concluded."

The renegade recovered from the suspense of agony.

"The triumph of which I speak," continued Cañeri, "is yet to come,
though it is already beyond a doubt. Theodora, until now so resolutely
bent against me--Theodora, who at the very sight of me shrunk back with
horror and abhorrence--Theodora at last receives me not only without
reluctance, but even with kindness. My visits no longer create disgust
and dread, and every symptom foretels a speedy and grateful termination
to my fondest hopes." He then added with conceited vanity,--"And I
marvel how else an affair of this nature could terminate? Theodora was a
lovely woman, a woman in affliction; but she was a woman still, and
could not be expected to continue eternally in the same mind. Constancy
in any thing is against the very nature of woman; perseverance is a foe
she could never successfully withstand."

To this sapient observation the renegade made no reply. A glance of
scorn was the only sign by which he evinced his value of the chiefs
opinion. He allowed him a free range to his hopes, and when the vain
Moor had satisfied himself with aerial happiness, the renegade in a
bitter bantering tone wished him joy of his conquest, and hurried away
to certify upon what basis were founded the expectations of the Moor.

Cañeri retired to his couch, when to his waking dreams succeeded those
of night, which though not wilder in their nature, were still by their
flattering prospects the source of unspeakable satisfaction. He rose,
therefore, the next morning if possible in greater exhilaration of
spirits than before, and immediately sent for his confidant the
renegade; but his confidant came not, and Cañeri was in absolute
necessity of a person to whom he might communicate his hopes and his
plans. Malique was accordingly ordered into his presence.

"Malique, where is Alagraf?" inquired the chief.

"Alagraf!" exclaimed the astonished Malique; and he remained for some
time as if struck by a thunderbolt.


"Alagraf! yes Alagraf," repeated impatiently Cañeri. "What means this
confusion? speak. Where is the renegade?"

"The renegade is gone," answered the trembling Malique.

"Gone!" echoed Cañeri with superadded agitation.--"Gone! where? when? to
what purpose?--gone! without my knowledge!"

"The purport of his mission," replied Malique, "I know not; nor was I
made acquainted with his departure until this morning. The guards of the
night allowed him to pass. Possessed as Alagraf was of your secrets and
unbounded confidence, it was naturally supposed that he acted under your
instructions: his egress from the town therefore caused neither surprise
nor alarm."

"My instructions!" cried fiercely the chief; "I gave him no
instructions; it is an act of insubordination. That man was ever too
proud; his accursed Christian blood still remained in his veins, when
his mouth pronounced a recantation of his creed. He renounced his
country; but could not renounce his character. By the mighty Allah! he
shall severely suffer for this breach of discipline if Cañeri has power
amongst the Moors. Yes, he shall feel the bitter consequences of his
imprudence upon his return."

"Return!" cried Malique, despondingly, "If he acted not according to
your orders, I much apprehend he will never return; for his companions
in flight leave no doubt as to the motives that have directed him."

"Companions!" exclaimed Cañeri, in breathless anxiety. "What

"Even the fair captive, and the menial Roque," replied Malique, after
some hesitation.

"What! Theodora gone! gone with the renegade!--hell! furies!--unsay
those words, Malique! tremble for the villains that allowed him to leave
the town--nay, tremble for your own life!"

The fury of Cañeri knew no bounds, upon the confirmation of Malique's
intelligence. He stamped and raved like a madman, and plucked his beard
in very ire: then, in the summary way of distributing Moorish justice,
he caused the chief and two or three of the guards of the night to be
slaughtered in his presence. Indeed, Malique himself would have shared
the same fate, had not the private interest of the Moor superseded his
frenzied revenge. But Cañeri considered Malique as totally devoted to
his person, and he was loath to part with a man of whose aid and
counsel he stood in greater need than ever. Thus the life of Malique was
spared by the despot, as those of many other humble slaves had before
been and will again, by their despotic masters, not for the services
which they have already rendered, but in consideration of those which
they might still afford.

"Malique, quick," cried Cañeri, "take the best of my troops, the
fleetest of my horses, and speed after that accursed renegade; bring
him, dead or alive;--alive, if possible; and ask for any recompence,
any, how great soever, which I can grant.--Begone!--fly!"

In a moment the faithful Malique with a chosen band was mounted, and in
a moment they started rapidly with the velocity that a hope of
recompence or a dread of punishment inspires. They sped in the direction
reported to be taken by the fugitives, but it was too late; the renegade
had devised the necessary precautions to insure success in his
undertaking. He had the advantage of a whole night's journey, and had
besides prudently changed his route as soon as he found himself out of

Thus the efforts of Malique proved as abortive as the ravings of his
master. After a day spent in fruitless pursuit, the party was compelled
to retreat before an advancing band of Christians, and returned to
Alhaurin, to witness the extravagant rage of Cañeri, who was alternately
the prey of shame, disappointment, and vexation. Indeed, all the Moors
evinced signs of discontent at the disappearance of the renegade. Some,
because his presence animated their courage, and others because they
dreaded the despotic temper of Cañeri, now rendered doubly formidable by
this untoward event. All the Moors were, therefore, in dismay at the
flight of the renegade, all but one, and that was Aboukar, who found
with no less surprise than joy, that amongst the companions of the
runaway was included his spouse, Marien Rufa.

Meantime, the fugitives were rapidly approaching the town of Guadix,
the native place of Theodora. But with what throbbing hearts the
travellers proceeded on their journey, and how different were the
feelings that gave expression to their features! A thousand sensations
agitated the bosom of Theodora; fear, hope, and filial love, alternately
disputed the mastery, whilst the countenance of the renegade evinced
nought but a dreary isolation of feeling; revenge alone reigned in his
heart uncontrolled, and undisputed. The two inferior personages were
likewise indulging in reflections consonant to their nature and habits.
A vacant joy, a happy riddance from a state of fear and thraldom,
predominated in the heart of Roque, whilst a curious amalgamation of
gratified spite and returning superstition claimed that of Marien Rufa.
But, however different the sentiments by which they were actuated, the
travellers evinced an equal joy when their anxious look caught the first
glimpse of Guadix, which now stood before them softly enveloped in the
twilight shadows.

"Welcome! dear lady," cried Roque, joyfully, "once more behold your

Home, delightful thrilling word! It went to the heart of Theodora in a
tumultuous flow of pleasing, yet painful sensations. She now returned to
the scenes of her innocence and happiness, but it was also the theatre
of her disgrace and sorrow. What agitation did she feel as every well
known object presented itself with powerful associations to her mind.
Already she descried the stately appearance of her father's mansion,
rising majestically in the shades of approaching night. Though distant
she clearly perceived every object, every feature of the surrounding

Tranquil and quiet the country and the city lay in religious silence,
and the gentle hum of humanity that softly stole upon the ear, and the
tinkling of a bell, or the social bark of a dog, every well-known sound
struck with a congeniality of feeling on the trembling heart of
Theodora. She returned to her home like the happy traveller after a
lapse of many years, to whose memory charged with numberless objects
that have intervened since his departure, these infant scenes must
return in a confused, fading, yet pleasing sensation of delight.
Theodora came; she drew near the place of her birth with anxiety and
dread. Around she beheld every object as she had left it. Nature had
proceeded undisturbed in her accustomed rotation. Green were the fields,
and the boundless heavens still displayed their majestic grandeur. Yet,
all around, to the eyes of Theodora, bore a tint of strangeness she
could not well define. Alas! the change was not in those places, but in
the tone of mind with which she considered them. Guadix and its gardens,
and its groves, and its fountains, were still the same, but Theodora was
changed. She had left those happy scenes in all the glory of youth and
beauty. She returned experienced in grief in the beginning of life, and
bearing in those heavenly features the iron stamp of premature decay.
She had left them in the wild delirium of love,--in the intoxicating
bliss of a first all-powerful affection, lavishly bestowed, and
abundantly requited. She returned with a heart desolate and forlorn,
the pure springs of which were envenomed by the baneful effects of
passion, and embittered with shame and grief. She had left them in the
happy society of a fond lover, full of present joy and glowing hopes of
future happiness. She returned full of disappointment and remorse, under
the protection of an apostate, the dark enemy of her country. These sad
images obtruded upon her mind, and to such dismal thoughts was
superadded the load of fear and anxiety arising from the uncertainty of
her offended parent's reception. She was his only child, tenderly loved
and cherished; but yet, would not this very love offer obstacles to a
reconciliation? Would not her father's unbounded kindness serve to set
off in blacker colours her own cruel ingratitude?

With these gloomy ideas she at length reached the threshold of the
paternal dwelling. There was a melancholy calm that smote her heart--the
ponderous casements were closed--a dismal silence prevailed, and as they
entered the _Zaguan_, the echo of their steps was sent back in a
mournful sound that seemed to rebuke the intruders. The old favorite dog
of Don Manuel lay in a corner dozing a dull slumber, and Theodora, as
she fondly called him by his name, received no sign of pleased
recognition. The animal slowly raised his head, and mechanically fixed
his heavy eyes on the speaker, but he neither leaped briskly to hail an
old friend, nor resented the approach of an unwelcome stranger. The
servants, too, were long in making their appearance, and when at last
Pedro, the old major-domo, advanced to meet the party, he bore on his
countenance deep lines of affliction: for some time he gazed vacantly on
the strangers, and then in a harsh, inhospitable tone, inquired their

"Pedro!" said Theodora, with faultering emotion; "Pedro, don't you know

At the sound of that voice Pedro started, and made the sign of the
cross--he gazed in astonishment, applied his hand to his dim eyes, and
then in a sort of wild stupor--

"_Santo cielo!_" he exclaimed, "Is this a dream, or a miracle? Surely
it must be an apparition!--My lady Theodora, here!"

"Yes, good Pedro," mournfully replied Theodora, "this is no delusion. I
am, in truth, Theodora, thy young mistress. But the announcement shocks
you! What means this confusion?" Her emotion redoubled--she trembled and
had scarcely strength to cry--"My father!--where is my father?"

Pedro heaved a sigh, and shook his head despondingly--"Alas! your

"What! speak!" shrieked Theodora, struck with horror--"He is not

"No, not dead," replied the old man, "but it seems that heaven sends you
to close his eyes, and witness his departure from this world.--Oh!" he
added, sobbing violently, "sorrow hath bowed down his venerable head:
since his daughter fled from him, this has been the home of grief and

Theodora covered her face with her hands; the consciousness of her guilt
came with additional force to pierce her heart, as the melancholy
results of her dereliction were revealed to her. Roque and Marien Rufa
were much affected, and even the stern features of the renegade seemed
to be softened by a tinge of pity.

Theodora now could be detained by no consideration. The powerful impulse
of nature rose superior to the suggestions of fear. She hurried to her
father's chamber--she crossed the long corridor and reached her own
saloon without opposition. There she threw a melancholy glance on the
objects around, and heaved a bitter sigh when she beheld every thing in
which she formerly took delight remaining in the same situation as when
she had left them. Her books were scattered about, and her guitar was
thrown carelessly upon the sofa where she had last sung a mournful
romance previously to her meeting her lover in the garden. It was a
rapid glance Theodora cast, and yet, alas! what a world of keen
sensations did it produce. Every thing around bespoke the disconsolate
tranquillity of a deserted home. Theodora at length gained her father's
apartment; the door was closed, but she listened, and distinctly heard
the murmur of disease. She gently knocked; an old female attendant
opened the door--Theodora rushed in, and threw herself at the feet of
Monteblanco's couch.

"Oh! my father!" she cried, and her agony denying her the powers of
utterance, silent she sank by the bedside; yet the violent respiration
and the smothered groaning which escaped from her bosom but too plainly
told the full measure of her sorrow.

"Who is this?" feebly inquired the old man, as those sounds of distress
snatched him from the feverish and troubled slumber of disease.

"Your daughter! your guilty, your unfortunate Theodora! Oh, my father, I
come but to crave your forgiveness and die."

Prostrate and weakened as Don Manuel was, the sound of his daughter's
voice, and her pathetic appeal, awakened all his latent feelings, and
gave a new impulse to his decaying frame.

"Theodora! my child! my child!" he cried, raising himself on the couch;
and as the sombre reflection of a dim lamp fell on the form before him,
he was chilled with horror and amazement. He saw his Theodora; for the
eyes of a father will always recognise his child, spite of the blasting
influence of misfortune in disguising the features. He recognised his
daughter, but alas! how changed was that model of female loveliness and
beauty. Sunk was that eye, and quenched its pure and brilliant fire; the
smile of innocence had fled from those lips, and the soft delicate tint
of her countenance was chased away by a deadly paleness. But still
Theodora was interesting and lovely; still Monteblanco gazed on her with
the tender fondness of a parent. He rose superior to the malady which
confined his withered frame to the couch of sickness; the film of
decaying nature was upon his eyes; but yet he fixed them intensely on
that fading form that bore the resemblance of his once-beloved child. He
could not speak, nor did his daughter attempt to break this pause of
dreadful solemnity. Her overpowering grief burst with impetuous
effusion; in briny showers the tears fell, and her bosom seemed ready
to break under the pressure of heavy and tumultuous groans. Monteblanco
was moved to tears; his parched eyelids, which appeared unused to these
testimonies of sympathy, were bathed in moisture. He wept, while in
soothing accents he endeavoured to raise his daughter from the ground.
But she struggled to preserve her humble position.

"Oh, my father!" she cried in an agonizing tone, "your kindness will
kill me more than cruelty. I am unworthy of so much tenderness;
forgiveness, only forgiveness, is the melancholy boon that the wretched,
the guilty Theodora craves from her venerable and injured parent."

The recollection of some dark dream seemed now to absorb the senses of
the old man. The debility to which sickness had reduced his mental and
physical powers, and the overpowering efficacy of a first impression of
pleasure and surprise, had entirely banished from his mind the dreadful
image of a parent's just indignation. At first he only saw his lost
child returned to his arms, nor in that moment of agitation did he
recur to the cause of her absconding, to the state in which she
returned. All the sensations which might naturally spring in the bosom
of an injured cavalier were deadened by the more powerful feelings of a
father's love.

But now that the first emotion had subsided, and that the voice of the
guilty Theodora sounded distinctly in his ear, the attention of Don
Manuel was promptly recalled to images of a painful nature. His
daughter's desertion and the misery consequent on this first act of
guilt, rushed upon his mind in deepened and aggravated colours. He
rudely drew back the hand which the unfortunate Theodora was bathing
with her tears, and in a tone of indignant feeling--

"Say," he cried, "art thou come to hasten my departure from a wretched
state of existence?--Speak, guilty as thou art; unfold the horrid tale;
and when I am doubly cursed, when I have seen thee thus forlorn and
blasted by guilt and misfortune, then let me die!"

"Oh my father," she exclaimed with heart-rending emotion, "I am a
criminal daughter--a wretch unworthy of the name I bear--yes, I amply
merit your wrath and malediction. But oh! in pity do not deny me your
forgiveness, for I have drunk deep of sorrow; if my guilt has been
great, so have likewise been the tortures that have rent the heart of
your child, since the moment of her first transgression."

"Unfold to me those horrors," exclaimed the desolate father, in a
frantic tone; "perhaps their disclosure may break my heart, and bestow
on me the only comfort I can now expect--yes, speak, and let the last
words I hear from my daughter be my passport to the tomb!"

"Father, speak not thus--on me alone let the vengeance of the offended
heavens fall--I alone must expiate the guilt, for shame cannot be joined
with the name of Monteblanco; but you, oh! father, live--live to support
the dignity of that name."

"You have disgraced it," interrupted Don Manuel, "but I will hear
tranquilly--ere I deeply curse, I will deliberately examine the extent
of your guilt."

He seemed suddenly to acquire a dreadful composure, and Theodora, as
soon as her emotion would permit, told in the strains of deepest woe the
particulars of her sorrowful history. It was interrupted repeatedly by
her disconsolate father: rage, pride, pity, and resentment, by turns
swelled his breast, according as the circumstances related excited those
different feelings. But when the harrowing recital was finished, his
character seemed to assume a tone of energy uncongenial with his present
state of malady. Family pride, a sense of degradation and of injury
unrevenged, rose paramount in his mind, and stifling for the moment all
the pleadings of pity and parental tenderness, he felt an equal degree
of horror and resentment against the betrayer and his unfortunate

In the first impulse, therefore, of his rage, Monteblanco fixed his
despairing eyes on his daughter, and in a tone of bitterness, enough to
break the fibres of her heart, he cried out imperiously--

"Begone from my sight for ever--begone, and let me die in peace--let me
descend to my grave without the additional pang which the presence of an
ungrateful child inflicts upon me--rise and begone; and may the stings
you have planted in this withered heart, and the shame you have heaped
on my head, be your companion to the latest moment of your ignominious

"Oh horror! horror!" shrieked Theodora: "Father! father, you do not--you
cannot curse your hapless child. Oh! my expiation has been
boundless--the justice of Heaven itself must be satisfied, and the heart
of a father cannot deny forgiveness to the poor wretch whose miseries
are far--far superior to her guilt. Oh pity me!--grant me your
pardon--repulse me not thus from your heart, and I will immediately
speed to bury my sufferings and my shame amidst the gloom of a

She ceased, and the wildness of her manner, a fitful tremor that shook
her frame, and the unearthly hue that overspread her already pallid
countenance, exhibited in glowing tints the havoc that such deep anguish
had made. Her trembling arms were extended, and the thin cold fingers
clasped in agony; loosely her dishevelled tresses fell on her father's
couch, as in the earnestness of grief she appealed to him for mercy.

Monteblanco looked on her, intensely looked on that harrowing picture of
distress, and felt the burning tears that descended in copious streams
from their swollen springs. The vivid signs of her repentance, and the
excess of her affliction were inconsistent with depravity. Error more
than guilt was there, and Don Manuel could not behold unmoved his once
beloved daughter, the pride and solace of his declining years, reduced
to her present state of utter wretchedness. Dreadful was the conflict
which the noble and high-minded cavalier had to sustain between the
stern dictates of worldly prejudice, and the tender pleadings of nature.
But happily to the father's honour, nature at length prevailed. He was
softened, and in an extacy of mingled grief and affection, he clasped
his sorrowing child in his trembling arms.

Monteblanco appeared now partially relieved from a load of anguish. He
consoled the poor forlorn culprit that pathetically clung to his
protection, and his fondness for the once beautiful and accomplished
Theodora, seemed to return with additional force for the unfortunate
being that stood before him.

But now new feelings took possession of his breast. As he gazed with a
melancholy joy on his restored child--as he considered with the smile of
sadness the mournful devastation which one man's treachery had wrought
there, all his thoughts were forcibly drawn into one predominant idea,
whilst the decaying energies of his frame received a new impulse to
second the resolutions of his working mind. The cold and unnatural
atrocity of Gomez Arias burned in his brain; he felt the agonized throb
of his injury run corrosive through his veins, and impart an
uncontrollable desire of revenge; the fever of excitement rose superior
to that which had laid him prostrate, and he seemed impatient at the
weakness that confined him to his couch.

"Before I die, poor suffering mourner," he said, turning soothingly to
his daughter, "I shall see your wrongs redressed, and my insulted honor
amply revenged; this sacred duty links me yet to life, and I hope
fervently in God that my existence may be protracted until that period."

The renegade was there; for when revenge was the word, how could Bermudo
be absent from the essence of his life? Theodora, overpowered with the
emotion which her meeting with her father had produced, retired to
compose her disordered spirits, and in the mean time, Don Manuel had a
short but terrible explanation with the renegade: in few words this man
of darkness unfolded his powers of seconding Monteblanco's plans of

The heated mind of the old cavalier, though in need of no stimulus,
nevertheless gathered fuel from the insinuating eloquence of the
renegade. A plan was concerted, and an immediate appeal to the queen
resolved upon; but the state of Monteblanco's health did not allow him
to put in execution his determination with a promptitude consonant with
his feelings. The renegade was therefore prudently concealed for the
present, to avoid the danger of inquisitive curiosity, whilst the only
obstacle that retarded the departure of Monteblanco for Granada, was the
sickness which still confined him to his couch.


    Crece el tumulto, y el espanto crece:
    Y todos le abandonan--uno solo
    Fiel se presenta, y con valor perece.


Don Manuel de Monteblanco has already been described as a man weighed
down by years and the iron pressure of infirmities and sorrows. The
disappearance of his daughter, in whom all his thoughts, all the
affections of his heart were solely centred, tended to fill the measure
of his misery and reduce him to that gloomy state of despondency with
which his lost energies and increasing age in vain attempted to
struggle. Totally unsuccessful in his endeavours to discover the retreat
of Theodora, time at length reconciled him to his state of desolation,
but it was the resignation of despair; that feeling which makes man
acquiesce with gloomy calmness in the decrees of fate, and look with
tranquillity on the approach of death as the happy termination of his

Don Manuel had sent despatches, and made diligent inquiries to recover
his daughter, but in vain. Martha, the old duenna, from whom he might
have obtained a knowledge of the truth, had successfully baffled his
pursuit, the sanctimonious hag having embarked at Barcelona, for Italy.
The vessel was wrecked, and it was supposed she perished, as no
information of her could be afterwards obtained. Don Lope Gomez Arias
had all the time kept up a correspondence with the deluded and ill-fated
father, who, far from harbouring the least suspicion against the
betrayer of his daughter, considered him as one in whose advice and
services he could implicitly confide. Thus in proportion as the
intelligence from Gomez Arias grew more cold and less frequent, the
hopes of the old cavalier decreased, until he was at last reduced to a
state bordering upon distraction. He lay prostrate on the couch of
sickness; it was presaged he was doomed never more to rise. Slowly death
was stealing over him, and all his friends and dependants bitterly
deplored the causes which contributed to render so miserable the last
days of the good old cavalier. Indeed, it appeared as if the angel of
death hovered round his fated mansion, and awed all its inmates into a
melancholy tranquillity. At this time the sudden and unexpected
appearance of Theodora worked a powerful revolution in the feelings of
the family, whilst the frame of Don Manuel, instead of sinking under the
weight of the impression which it produced, seemed to revive. His latent
feelings were roused from their gloomy torpor, the slumbering energies
were called into action by the powerful excitement of new ideas, and the
mind rendered buoyant in proportion as new projects called for the
exertion of its faculties. The unparalleled effrontery and cruelty of
Gomez Arias formed the source from which the drooping frame of
Monteblanco gathered life. His wrongs, instead of accelerating the
progress of death, seemed instantly to check its strides, while the
desire of revenge so powerfully operated on his mind, that it warmed the
torpid energies of decaying mortality.

Three days had scarcely elapsed since the arrival of Theodora, when Don
Manuel already considered himself equal to the exertion of a journey to
Granada. The distance was short, and his feelings would not allow him a
longer delay; for he conceived every dilatory suggestion to be as
detrimental to the success of his design. The renegade, instead of
checking Monteblanco's views, contributed to encourage them by his

Early, therefore, on the fourth day, every thing was prepared for their
departure. Theodora habited herself in robes of deep mourning, and
departed from Guadix with her father and her former companions in
flight. The presence of Roque was indispensable, and Marien Rufa went
with the pious intention of being reconciled as soon as possible to the
church, by the Archbishop of Granada.

Whilst our travellers are journeying towards that city, let me entreat
you, kind or unkind reader, to suffer them to go in peace, and accompany
me in another direction. We must now revert to the Moors, whom we left
in high excitement at Alhaurin, though the rage of Cañeri at the flight
of his captive had considerably damped the joy produced by their

The disappointed Moor roamed about like a discontented mastiff, growling
and casting around his revengeful glances; whilst his dependants, awed
by his ferocity, cared not to encounter the ebullition of his wrath, but
timidly skulked away: strange phenomenon of human nature! Amongst those
Moors there was not one who did not inwardly despise the petty despot;
not one that was not endowed with a greater share of personal courage,
and yet they all trembled before the man they contemned, and shrank
from an object invested with no other terrors than those which they had
voluntarily conferred upon it. Where lies the spell of a tyrant that
enables him _alone_, hated and contemned, to tyrannize over his fellow
creatures! However, the Moors had now a respite from their fears, for
the approach of the Christians compelled Cañeri to forsake the
gratification of his petty malice, and direct his thoughts to the public
danger. The town of Alhaurin, which he commanded, was well garrisoned,
and had a plentiful store of provisions; and yet the mind of the chief
sadly misgave him. Every moment straggling Moors arrived, who depicted,
in the most lively colours, the terrible appearance of the Christians.
These reports, and the names of the gallant chiefs who headed the enemy,
failed not to depress the hearts of those who a week before had looked
upon their triumph as certain, imagining that the lustre of their glory
was beyond the possibility of a blemish.

In the mean time Mohabed, contrary to the advice of El Feri, had
descended the Sierra Bermeja with the Moors under his command. El Feri
had expostulated with his brother chief, but could not persuade him to
postpone an attempt which, planned with haste, and executed with
rashness, could only be attended with disaster. The Moors, though
possessed of courage, were unskilled in the discipline of war, and
better calculated, therefore, to harrass the Spaniards by detached
bodies, in petty skirmishes, than to oppose them in the open field.
Mohabed was callous to all remonstrances; and this want of unity in the
chiefs, proved a mortal blow to the Moorish cause. El Feri saw with
grief his companions descending that mountain which, to them, had
afforded a strong hold, and a secure home, to risk, by an act of
imprudence, the advantages which they had already gained.

Mohabed boldly directed his course towards Granada, in which direction
Gomez Arias was said to be advancing. The enemies shortly came in sight;
but no sooner did they come within hearing, than the Moors sent forth a
wild shout of exultation, which was answered by the war-cry of the
Christians, who were burning to revenge the defeat of their countrymen
in the Sierra Bermeja.

Gomez Arias beheld the advance of the enemy with transports of joy. He
hailed an opportunity of avenging the death of Aguilar, and of
acquiring, by a brilliant act, fresh laurels to sanction his ambitious
and enterprizing schemes. Besides the many deceitful stratagems to which
he had resorted on account of Theodora, his unsatisfactory conduct on
the day of his intended wedding, and a degree of mystery that remained
over that affair, had combined to throw a shade over his character which
he was anxious to remove by the _eclat_ of a military exploit. The hope
of victory, the desire of retrieving the late disgrace of the
Christians, and the sweet whispers of ambition, produced a state of wild
excitation he could scarcely restrain. His soldiers were equally
impatient to signalize themselves, and every one awaited the moment of
action in a ferment of expectation.

Gomez Arias made choice of an advantageous position near _Rio Gordo_,
and there resolved to receive the attack of the enemy. Meantime Mohabed,
as if to forward the wishes of the Spaniards, hurried on without
considering the fatigue and exhaustion to which his men were reduced by
a forced march. The Christians, in their turn, beheld the approach of
the rebels, as an approaching holocaust to the spirits of those who fell
in the Sierra Bermeja with the gallant Aguilar. Don Lope commanded his
men to sustain the first attack without moving, and then, taking
advantage of the confusion excited by a repulse, suddenly to charge
their enemies with the united advantages of discipline and courage. His
wishes succeeded to their utmost extent. The Moors rushed on to the
charge in a blind and disorderly manner, totally heedless of the
consequences of their want of organization. The Spaniards suffered the
attack with the greatest coolness and intrepidity; when their fiery
courage, acquiring additional stimulus from having been compressed, now
spurred them on, and, with their entire force, they fell on the
confused and crowded masses of the enemy with an overwhelming shock.

A dreadful carnage ensued. Terror had succeeded the first ebullition of
courage, and the Moors perceived their own rout and confusion only when
it was too late. Mohabed exerted all his powers to rally his
panic-stricken followers, but it was in vain. Disorder and dismay every
where prevailed, and the Christians obtained a victory as easy as it was
complete. The greater part of the Moors were slain in the field; a few
only escaped to carry the disheartening tale to their companions. The
rest, with their chief, Mohabed, fell into the hands of the enemy.

The news of this disaster caused the wildest consternation amongst the
rebels at Alhaurin and the Sierra Bermeja. El Feri de Benastepar,
grieved but not surprised at the unfortunate results of Mohabed's
rashness, was active in repairing the loss, but his numbers being so
much reduced, he was now more fully confirmed in his design of confining
their warfare against the Christians to the Sierra Bermeja. With the
vigour of a superior character, he did not feel dejected by this
overthrow, as he had not been wildly elated by his previous success. Not
so with Cañeri: the total rout of Mohabed, described in the darkest
colours by those who had succeeded in effecting their escape, began to
awaken apprehensions for his own safety. His fear was considerably
aggravated by the arrival of the Alcayde de los Donceles, who, by forced
marches, had suddenly made his appearance before Alhaurin, to which he
immediately laid siege. The disorder and discontent of the Moors hourly
increased, and the absence of the renegade was severely felt.

At this moment the Alcayde de los Donceles sent a herald to summon the
rebels to surrender, promising a full pardon should they be willing to
lay down their arms and deliver up their chiefs. But in case they
neglected to adopt in time this conciliatory measure, it was threatened
that they should all be put to the sword, and the town reduced to
ashes. Discontent and insubordination now prevailed amongst the rebels.
The sense of their danger--the formidable array of the enemy--and above
all, the unpopularity of their chief, Cañeri, conspired to render a
great portion of the troops willing to accede to the proposals of the

Soon a numerous and powerful cabal was formed, and the malcontents,
deciding that their cause was desperate, agreed to surrender. In a large
body they proceeded to the palace, and insolently demanded that the
gates of the town should be opened to the Christians. Cañeri, and some
of his adherents, aware that they were made an exception to the amnesty,
were naturally anxious to defend the city, as the only means of averting
their fate.

Cañeri, no longer an unruly despot, now crouched to the danger like an
abject slave, and in a piteous tone began to expostulate with the
mutineers. It was a striking contrast to see the man, who lately was the
terror of all, converted into so gentle an animal as to astonish even
the Moors when they contemplated the cowardly being who had held them
so long in dread. They were not moved by his entreaties; for the
supplications of a despot, instead of awakening sympathy, serve only to
augment the rage of mankind, by placing in a more striking light his
pusillanimity and unworthiness, and the shame of having suffered so
despicable a thing to tyrannize over and oppress them.

The uproar and insubordination increased as the term allowed by the
Alcayde to effect a surrender was drawing near. All obedience was now
disregarded, and a party of the most turbulent resolved to put their
chief to death, and, by this means, propitiate the favor of their
enemies. Accordingly, with wild exclamations and terrific yells, they
surrounded the mansion of Cañeri, and insolently summoned the few Moors
who still adhered to him to give up the despot, or that they would
immediately commit the palace to the flames. Cañeri, pale, haggard, and
trembling, stood like a convicted culprit in the scene of his former
brief authority, bewildered with fear, and without knowing what course
to pursue. To escape was utterly impossible, the palace being surrounded
by the infuriate Moors, and the town beleaguered by the Spaniards. In
this emergency he cast an imploring look on his followers, and saw with
despair the limited number of his adherents. In vain he attempted to
harangue the infuriated throng from the window; he was driven back by a
shower of stones and other missiles. In this suspense and agony he
remained some time, during which he had the mortification to behold his
few remaining friends gradually deserting his side in proportion as the
danger became more imminent. All was tumult and anarchy, and the cries
which proceeded from without, predicted to Cañeri's ears his approaching
and terrible fate. To the curses heaped on his devoted and abhorred
person, succeeded the appalling threats and the wild savage laugh of
exultation over his near downfall. Those who were formerly the most
abject of his slaves, were now more particularly conspicuous in
manifesting their revengeful disposition.

The outward gates had now given way to the ponderous hammers with a
terrible crash, and the frenzied mutineers rushing impetuously in,
traversed the hall and gallery without opposition, and directed their
course to the apartment of the chief.

The wretched Cañeri, alike unable to meet his death like a man, by
opposing his rebellious soldiers, or to prevent by his own hand the
ignominy which threatened him, awaited in stupor the crisis of the
bursting storm. Aghast he rolled his starting eyes, glazed with agonized
terror; and he saw himself deserted in that dreadful moment by all his
dependants. All had forsaken him--all but one man; he alone, in spite of
the fate which inevitably awaited his adherence to the fallen chief,
still remained faithful to his side: it was Malique. There is an
instinctive fidelity, existing sometimes in the most unrefined and
barbarous minds, honorable to human nature,--the uncouth Malique was of
this stamp; he had received no favors from his master when in
prosperity, yet he now scorned to abandon him in adversity.

Cañeri looked at him, and in spite of his forlorn and perilous
situation, could not but be moved at the sight of the faithful Malique.
The noble minded Moor stood by his side, his scymitar drawn, and
evincing on his countenance no signs of terror or dismay. Cañeri, frail
as was the protection that could be derived from a single man, still
fondly clung to hope with the sordidness of a cowardly mind.

"My faithful Malique," he cried in a tone of agony; "Is there no hope?"

"None," replied Malique, sadly, but resolutely: "none, but to die like
brave Moors; draw your weapon, noble Cañeri, and perish as becomes your
race." The trembling chief answered with a groan, for the mutinous
soldiers had succeeded in bursting the door of the apartment, and now
with a dreadful clamour poured in, eager to strike the first blow at
their wretched and defenceless chief. Their very impatience retarded the
accomplishment of their fell desire, for as they thronged the narrow
passages, some were thrown down, the impatience of the one impeding the
progress of the other.

His suspense between life and death was protracted by the confusion; and
the miserable Cañeri suffered the additional torture of hearing for some
time the appalling heralds of his fate, before the blow was struck. The
door burst open, and the savage eyes of his enemies glared upon their
victim, and the glitter of their weapons struck fearfully on his
sickening sight. He stood gazing with the petrified look of despair;
Malique boldly advanced and placed himself before his master, with the
resolute courage of one who has determined upon his part.

"Malique," cried the foremost of the conspirators, who happened to be
one whom Cañeri had favored; "Sheath thy weapon; we seek not for thy
life." Malique made no reply, but with a single blow he levelled the
traitor with the ground; he then sprung fearlessly amongst the
rebellious crowd, and after having laid prostrate two or three of the
most infuriated, he was himself struck down, and met his death with the
courage of a soldier, and the coolness of a man, who dies in the
discharge of his duty.

Grown desperate by the very impulse of terror, and moved by the sight of
Malique bleeding at his feet, Cañeri assumed a courage arising from
desperation, and as the mutineers closed round him, he dealt several
blows with a stubborn resistance that might have done him honour in the
field. He was, however, soon overpowered, and fell covered with
innumerable wounds. His head was immediately severed from the body, and
being affixed to a long pole, the disorderly and motley crowd now
proceeded to the camp of the Spaniards, bearing before them the bleeding
and ghastly token of their surrender.

The whole town now became the scene of indiscriminate riot; men and
women, old and young, ran about in a tumult of hope and fear, whilst the
discordant shouts of the soldiery, and the appalling sight of the
procession, bearing the ensanguined trophy, greatly contributed to
increase the confusion.

El Alcayde de los Donceles having taken the necessary precautions to
insure the safety of his men, in case of treason, now entered the town
of Alhaurin amidst the acclamations of his late foes; the chiefs of the
rebels had already been secured, and the disorderly multitude taking
advantage of the proffered pardon, soon evacuated the place, and
dispersed in every direction.

Meantime the Alcayde, having left a garrison in the town to prevent any
further trouble, proceeded towards the Sierra Bermeja, the last and only
refuge of the Moors; for the little villages where the fire of sedition
yet burned, were too insignificant to engross his attention. The
Christians therefore continued their march towards the dreadful spot,
where the spirit of the noble Aguilar seemed to hover, in expectation of
redress, and where the terrible El Feri, the most valiant of the Moors,
still kept his ground.


    Cuan breve y cuan caduca resplandece
    Nuestra gloria! Cuan subito, en el punto
    Que deleita a los ojos, desparece!


    Che piu si apera, o che s'attende omai?
    Dopo trionfo e palma

    * * * *

    Luto e lamenti, e lagrimosi lai;


Granada, lately the seat of mourning, was again converted into a scene
of indiscriminate joy. The recent victory obtained by Gomez Arias, and
the defeat of Cañeri which had so closely followed that advantage, awoke
the most pleasing sentiments in the minds of the inhabitants. They
almost considered the rebellion as at an end, assured by the late
successes, and awaited with impatience the triumphant entry of Gomez
Arias and his conquering band, now rapidly approaching towards the city.
The court was assembled, and displayed the heroic Isabella in all the
insignia of royalty. Surrounded by all the principal personages in
Spain, she awaited the arrival of the victor, anxious to offer him her
congratulations and to bestow upon him adequate marks of her royal

The grand saloon of the Alhambra, where formerly the Moorish sovereigns
dictated their laws, now afforded a different, though no less striking
display. The dazzling glitter of armour and the sumptuousness of
official dresses, blended with the gay and richly ornamented attires of
the ladies of the court, presented a picture at once beautiful and

At this moment a rumour was heard at the extremity of the long hall. It
proceeded from the guards, who appeared anxious to deny admittance to
some person who, with a feeble though piercing voice, was heard
continually to exclaim--

"Justice! I come to the Queen! Justice! She cannot deny it to an
unfortunate noble!"

The queen was moved by the appeal, and ordered that the supplicant
should be admitted without delay. Scarcely were her commands obeyed,
when a venerable old man, in sable robes, and bearing on his countenance
deep traces of grief, slowly and solemnly advanced towards the throne of
the queen. He supported, or rather was supported, by a young female,
likewise in mourning, and wearing a veil, which reached almost to the
ground, thus concealing her beauties and her sorrows from the curious
gaze of the spectators. Two other figures followed closely, a man of
strong athletic proportions in a Moorish garb, and a thin
curious-looking individual, apparently of inferior station.

Solemn silence prevailed, and every one seemed anxious to learn the
cause of this extraordinary appeal. But when the stranger reached the
throne he was immediately recognised by the queen and several of the
nobles, who could not conceal their astonishment at the sight.
"Monteblanco!" involuntarily and simultaneously escaped from several
voices in the some breath.

"Yes," replied he, kneeling with his daughter at the foot of the throne;
"the wretched Monteblanco comes humbly to crave justice from his
sovereign. Before his grey hairs descend with sorrow into the tomb, he
collects his weak remaining strength to seek redress from the powerful,
and to interest in his behalf the feelings of all the noble and
generous. Pardon, most noble and gracious Queen--" he then added,
addressing Isabella, "Pardon, if I come in a day of glory and jubilee,
to damp with the tale of woe the joy that reigns around. But behold the
picture of an aged father, wounded and insulted in his best
affections--a noble family dishonoured--the only scion of that family
reduced to the lowest state of obloquy and shame. Such a picture may
well call the attention of the just, even from objects of dazzling
interest. Yes, I may be pardoned for intruding my misfortunes on my
Queen--my generous Queen, from whom alone I can expect redress."

"You shall not demand it in vain," replied the queen; "all times are
sacred to the solemn appeal of justice, and in the court of Isabella,
every other consideration shall be postponed to satisfy its demands.
Monteblanco, you have been guilty of no intrusion; speak
confidently--unfold the particulars of your grievances, and trust that
nought on earth shall induce the Queen to deviate a single step from the
sacred path of justice."

"Gracious Queen!" cried Monteblanco, "that hope has been my sole
inducement to prolong my miserable existence. I am injured deeply;
injured in the dearest feeling of a nobleman and a Spaniard. The honors
of my family, gained by a long line of illustrious ancestors, have been
foully tarnished by one who calls himself noble and a Spaniard, but who
is alike unworthy to rank as either. I will not enumerate the services
of the Monteblancos to interest our Queen in behalf of their affronted
house; still, whilst the lustre of their name is on the point of being
extinguished, it may be permitted to the last remaining but withered
branch of that noble tree, once again to speak of those who are alas!
now no more. Oh, Isabella, I had five sons; all--all deserving of the
name they bore. Bravely they fought against the Moors, and gloriously
they fell before the walls of this city, in the sacred cause of their
religion and country. I was left desolate with this only frail but dear
support of my declining age."

He cast a piteous look on Theodora, and then continued. "The fate of my
sons might draw tears from the eyes of a father; but those tears were
unmingled with the bitterness of shame. With pride I remembered that my
boys died for their country. Heaven! could I then surmise that in my
unfortunate daughter all the former glory so dearly earned should be
degraded! Could I ever anticipate that the day should come when the
noble fate of my sons would be to me a subject of regret! I am now
reduced to envy my country those lives which might now stand forward to
avenge the honor of their house. My daughter, blessed with innocence and
beauty, gentle and kind in her nature, was the only solace of my
declining years--the only sweet and blooming flower that still grew
smiling beside the parent stem. Yet of this, my only remaining comfort,
I was treacherously and cruelly deprived. A ruffian, honored far beyond
his deserts, and rich in the plenitude of power, envied me this solitary
consolation. My unfortunate daughter was seduced from her home! Oh
heaven! that a Monteblanco should be reduced to confess his shame! She
was seduced from the fond arms of her parent under the most sacred
promises, and then, in violation of his plighted honor, the miscreant
cast her aside to wither in neglect and obscurity. But it was necessary
that the most atrocious example of barbarity should accompany his base
desertion. In the arms of sleep, the hapless victim was abandoned amidst
the wilderness of the Alpujarras. She fell into the power of the Moors,
from whom she experienced all the terrors which her forlorn situation
was naturally calculated to produce. Fortune threw her again in contact
with her betrayer, when the cold heartless ruffian, under the most
insidious promises of false repentance, drew her from the house of her
protector, that she might be no obstruction to his ambitious career. He
again delivered her to the power of the Moors, the rebels whose heads
were proscribed, and with whom the guilty man scrupled not to hold
communion, in open defiance of the repeated and solemnly promulgated
decree of your highness."

Here Monteblanco stopped, and a suppressed murmur of indignation ran
through the whole assembly.

"Such an example of depravity," continued the old man, "astonishes you,
but your wonder will be increased when you learn that the man who has so
disgracefully added treason to his crimes is one high in rank, great in
military renown, and honored by the favour of his sovereign."

"Those circumstances," cried the queen, "render his conduct doubly
criminal. Monteblanco, your wrongs shall be redressed. Let the guilt be
firmly established, and then, were the culprit the first man in the
kingdom, the support of my throne--nay," she added, rising in her
anger, "were he even of my own blood, he shall not be screened from the
rigour of the law." As she delivered these words a cloud of indignation
mantled on her brow, and her eyes shot the fire of insulted majesty as
she looked proudly on the surrounding nobles and warriors.

A pause ensued, and the splendid train that had assembled to celebrate a
victory, now gazed on each other in blank dismay, expecting to hear in
the name of the criminal one of their own friends or relatives.

"Pronounce the name of the traitor," cried the queen, "and if he be not
here already, he shall be summoned this very moment into our presence,
to answer these charges."

"His name is powerful," replied Monteblanco.

"Not more so than my will," nobly retorted Isabella.

At this moment a burst of popular applause announced the triumphant
entry of the victorious Spaniard, and the name of Gomez Arias, in the
wild strains of a grateful multitude, was repeated by a thousand voices.

"His name?" impatiently demanded the Queen.

_Viva!_ Gomez Arias, _Viva!_ again burst on the ears of the Court, and
Monteblanco, with bitter emphasis, exclaimed:--

"Hear! hear his name honored with the strains of triumph: hear the name
which causes my misery and dishonor, now receiving the glorious reward
of the hero! Oh, shame on my withered arm; where is the strength of my
youth; and where the sons of my name?"

"Gomez Arias!" cried the queen and the courtiers with one simultaneous
cry of amazement--"Gomez Arias!"

"'Tis he!" replied Monteblanco, firmly and indignantly.

A dismal silence then succeeded, and the emotion of the queen became
strongly apparent. She felt that, in the person of a triumphant
conqueror, she was about to receive a criminal, and that the reward due
to his services could not avert the punishment incurred by his guilt.
The surrounding courtiers stood aghast, gazing in wonder on the queen.
They were well assured of the rigid impartiality which had swayed her
conducts through life; and aware that not even all the powerful voices
in the country could successfully plead against the claims of the
unprotected, or stay the decree of justice upon the oppressor and the

Meantime Gomez Arias, with all the exultation of a conquering warrior,
entered the hall, attended by his principal adherents, and preceded by
Mohabed and other captive chiefs. He advanced in joyful expectation
towards the throne, when suddenly his course was arrested by a dreadful

Fixed in mute astonishment, he stood, as he gazed upon the group, at the
foot of the throne; an ashy paleness succeeded the glowing tints of joy
yet visible on his countenance. His confusion became apparent, and was
productive of the most injurious surmises in the minds of all around.
Yet Gomez Arias raised his eyes towards his sovereign, but from her
features he could augur nothing favorable; no encouragement could be
traced in their calm and distant expression.

A consciousness of guilt now mastered all his powers of dissimulation,
and the nature of Gomez Arias seemed, in a few moments, to have
undergone a total and inexplicable revolution. His joyous attendants
were surprised at these unwonted signs of consternation; and the sounds
of pleasure and triumph suddenly ceased. A deadly spell seemed to have
been suddenly cast over the scene, and every one remained in a state of
terrible suspense. At length Gomez Arias, striving to conceal his
agitation with an assumption of boldness and ease that ill consorted
with his manner--"Most gracious Isabella," he cried, "behold the
rebellious Mohabed at your royal feet, and accept the humble
congratulations and devout attachment of your faithful servant."

"Don Lope Gomez Arias," answered the queen, with stern dignity of tone
and demeanor, "before we receive your congratulations, and acknowledge
your services--before we can consider you with the regard due to the
glorious character of a victorious soldier, you must remove certain
accusations which have this day been averred against you by the noble
and respected individual now before the throne. Answer these serious
charges before you claim a title to our gratitude and favor; for not all
the splendor of conquest shall throw a veil over flagrant guilt.
Approach, and behold those whom you have wronged--mark well the
situation to which you have reduced a noble family, and say, what you
can plead in justification."

Don Lope cast a glance on the group; but when he perceived his man,
Roque, whose presence deprived him of the little opportunity left for
prevarication, hope forsook him, and the presence of mind which had
served him on so many occasions proved utterly insufficient at this
critical moment. He foresaw that any attempt at exculpation would be as
fruitless as dangerous. He therefore continued in mute silence, and
appeared to plead guilty to the accusation. His countenance, however,
gradually cleared, as though a cheering ray had suddenly beamed upon
him. He seemed to adopt some resolution so imperiously demanded by
circumstances--he regained his composure; but a deep sigh escaped him;
it was the last testimony of regret that announced the disappointment of
his hopes. No alternative was left; he must relinquish all thoughts of
Leonor; and he accordingly attuned his mind to receive with deference
the commands which he awaited from the queen.

"Gomez Arias," said Isabella after a lapse of time, "that silence
clearly bespeaks thy conviction; the honor of a noble family has been
stained. It now remains for you to make all the reparation in your
power; and that must be done immediately; for I will not leave this
place, nor shall you leave my presence, till I see the victim of your
wantonness and cruelty restored to that honor and happiness of which she
has been deprived."

Gomez Arias heard these words with apparent respect and humility. Foiled
completely in his former hopes, he yet was willing to preserve the
favor of the queen, and to effect this it was necessary to deprecate the
indignation which his conduct had excited. He therefore assumed all the
symptoms of repentance, without any alloy of fear or servility, and
casting himself at the foot of the throne, "It would never," said he,
"be worthy of Gomez Arias to resist in any instance the will of his
sovereign; much less on an occasion when honor induces him to follow her

"Pity," answered Isabella sarcastically, "that this consideration did
not sooner induce you to adopt such a course, for much misery had by
these means been prevented. But the evil is already done, and must be
instantly repaired.

"Don Lope Gomez Arias," she then proceeded, "This very moment you must
plight your hand and faith to Theodora de Monteblanco. You appear fully
sensible of the justice of such a measure, and therefore in my presence
let the ceremony be performed."

One of the chaplains of the queen was immediately summoned, and before
the assembled court, whose looks bespoke their astonishment at this
extraordinary scene, the unfortunate Theodora became the wife of Gomez
Arias. With trembling steps, and supported by her father, she advanced
to the foot of the throne. Don Lope approached her, not only without
symptoms of dislike, but even with some appearance of a kindly feeling,
the sincerity of which was however of a doubtful nature, as little trust
could be placed in a conversion so suddenly effected. Nor did Theodora,
blinded as she was by her infatuation, confide entirely in his specious
address; but yet the thought of restoring peace of mind to her father,
and honor to herself, rose paramount to every other consideration.
Amidst the tears that dimmed her eyes, and the lines of sorrow that
marked her countenance, some grateful signs of happiness were
discernible, like the cheering rays of the sun struggling through the
gloom of the clouds.

She received the hand of Gomez Arias tremblingly, with a mixed sensation
of joy and dread. Alas! when she took that hand, once so dear, it
seemed deadly cold, and the touch imparted to her heart a chill she
could not define.

As soon as the ceremony was performed, the queen arose, and with a
stateliness of manner that struck with awe the surrounding train--

"Don Lope," she said, "You have, as far as it lay in your power,
repaired the injury you have done to the daughter of Monteblanco; you
must now answer your Queen, for treason to your country."

Gomez Arias was struck with astonishment, not so much from the
consciousness of guilt, as from the suddenness of such an unexpected
charge. As soon, therefore, as he recovered from his surprise, with
indignant pride he exclaimed: "What! Gomez Arias charged with treason,
when he comes to afford the most incontestable proofs of his love and
devotion to his country? Where--where is the villain who dares affix so
foul a stigma to the name of Gomez Arias? Where is he?--let him appear,
that I may confound and chastise the miscreant;" then looking round with
haughtiness, he added, "who dares charge _me_ with treason?"

"I dare," cried a voice; and presently the renegade, who, till then, had
been concealed from Don Lope, came forward with boldness, and fixing his
eyes steadfastly on Gomez Arias--

"I dare," he repeated, "in the face of Spain, and I will make good my

Gomez Arias staggered at the sight; the apparition had burst upon him so
unexpectedly, that, unable to contain his emotion,--

"Ah!" he cried, faultering; "what! the Moor here!"

"The Moor!" echoed the queen; "then you know the Moor?"

"I have seen the wretch before," replied Gomez Arias; "but how dares he
throw on me so dark an imputation?"

He cast a look of darkening anger on the renegade, but Bermudo returned
the haughty glance with a cold sneer.

"Proud man," he exclaimed, "your wrath affrights not me, and humility
becomes you better than arrogance. You can as little intimidate me, as
you can effectually contradict the veracity of my accusation. Queen of
Spain," he then cried in a tone of fearless intrepidity, "and you, ye
nobles of Granada, behold in me one of the rebels who has laid down his
arms and accepted the amnesty. An eager desire to unmask that haughty
man, has obliged me to abandon my companions, and appear within the
walls of a Christian city. My motives for proceeding against Don Lope
will shortly come to light; but first his guilt shall be established.
His conviction and punishment will necessarily follow, if the court of
Isabella can boast real claims to that impartial justice, for which the
world gives it credit."

These words were delivered with such firmness of tone and manner, that
the friends of Gomez Arias began to look on him with mingled pity and
amazement. He, however, cast around a glance of indignant contempt;
then he preserved a sullen silence, attempting not to contradict the
statement of his accuser.

"What answer make you to this charge?" demanded the queen, observing the
pertinacity of his silence.

"Answer!" replied Don Lope, with overpowering indignation; "none! Gomez
Arias will not deign to answer the accusations of a vile rebel, nor will
he afford his Queen and brethren in arms the satisfaction of seeing the
established character of a noble Christian put in competition with the
base assertions of a villain."

Hurt as the queen felt at the arrogance and insolence couched in these
words, she forbore manifesting her displeasure.

"No, Don Lope," she said, "your Queen is grateful, but not more than she
is just. You stand accused of treason, but the mere word of that Moor
will not be sufficient in itself to induce your Queen, or your brethren
in arms, to convict of treason one of the first knights in Spain. We
must have proof--evident, irrefragable proofs of the crime alleged
against you, before a decision is pronounced."

"Proofs!" exclaimed the renegade, with a sarcastic sneer--"such a demand
is too just to be denied; and who would be the presumptuous madman, that
dare impeach Gomez Arias without proofs? In the first place, therefore,
the Queen will perhaps not question the validity of this." And saying
this, he took a ring from his finger, and approaching the throne,

"Your Highness cannot have forgotten this pledge of your regard for
Gomez Arias, though that nobleman seems totally to have overlooked such
a gift, when he speaks in dubious terms of your Highness's gratitude."

A gloomy joy animated the features of the renegade, as he pronounced
these words; a demoniac triumph was visible on his countenance.

The queen felt an involuntary shudder as she received the ring, whilst
Gomez Arias stood in speechless suspense, a transitory, but deadly
paleness driving the flush of anger from his countenance.

"Moor--how camest thou by this ring?" asked the queen.

"It was," answered Bermudo, "a recompence for the services I rendered
Don Lope Gomez Arias. When this gallant knight wished to part with yon
noble lady, I was the agent in the transaction; I procured him the
interview with Cañeri."

"Cañeri!" exclaimed several voices in consternation.

"Cañeri, aye, Cañeri," repeated the renegade, unmoved. "Could the noble
Gomez Arias enter into a treaty with a rebel less than a chief. I was
the individual who introduced these personages to each other, and surely
for so considerable a service could I expect less than a ring--a ring
valuable indeed in itself--more valuable from the illustrious personage
to whom it had belonged--more precious still, as I have it in my power
to return it to that elevated owner."

The solemn mockery of this speech was suddenly interrupted by the queen,
while, with looks of anger and displeasure--

"Peace!" she cried. "You came here to make good an accusation, not to
intrude upon our patience with these remarks." Then turning to Gomez
Arias, she continued in a tone of mingled sternness and compassion--

"Don Lope, you gave this ring to the Moor?"

"I did," replied Gomez Arias, gloomily, but dauntless.

"An oath," resumed the renegade, "will surely be held sacred with a
Christian. Let one be taken by that man," he added, pointing to Roque,
who was now endeavouring to effect his escape, as he beheld, with
dismay, the unexpected and serious turn the affair was taking, and felt
repugnant to criminate his former master, for whom he still preserved a
feeling of respect.

"Secure the man," continued Bermudo, "and we will then see how far I am
justified in my assertions."

"Silence!" again exclaimed the queen, inwardly grieved at the evidence
that was pressing against Don Lope. "Silence, Moor: we need not thy

A mixture of pity and amazement prevailed throughout the assembly. They
met to congratulate a victor, and they were now to consider him as one
who had not scrupled to outrage the laws of his country, and for the
purpose of accomplishing a detestable crime. So extraordinary and
contradictory a situation appeared to some impossible; yet nothing is
beyond the compass of the passions when unrestrained in their headlong

The feelings of the unfortunate Theodora were such as to beggar
description. There she was obliged to stand and witness the accusation
of her husband, brought by her means into this dreadful situation. But
her dismay was doubly augmented when she observed the queen rise, and in
a solemn manner, address the surrounding train.

"Christians," she said, "I bitterly deplore this melancholy event, which
changes a day of triumph into one of sorrow. Governor of Granada," she
then added, turning to Count de Tendilla, "to you I commit the person of
Don Lope Gomez Arias, accused of treason to the state. See that he be
safely guarded, though respectfully treated--and you, Don Lope, prepare
to stand a trial for your life."

"For his life!" exclaimed Theodora with horror; and she fixed her
imploring eyes on the queen.

Gomez Arias heard the decision of his sovereign with more indignation
than fear, and in the bitterness of his soul, he said, turning to his

"My friends, be zealous to serve your country, for you perceive the
recompense and encouragement which await you in a day of triumph."

"Don Lope," cried the queen with warmth, "charge not to your country
what has been the effect of your unrestrained passions and imprudence;
nor carry your insolence so far as to imagine and insinuate that I can
wantonly sport with the life of the meanest of my subjects, much less
with yours. You shall be judged by your peers, who will not neglect any
extenuation in your favor, and it shall be only on irresistible evidence
that the decree of justice shall be pronounced."

She then made a signal for the assembly to disperse, and every one
retired in deep consternation. A deadly silence prevailed as they slowly
left the hall, and to the joyful sounds of popular feeling which had
lately been heard, now succeeded the murmurs of grief and astonishment.

As it was feared that the friends of Gomez Arias might be tempted to
some rash act, proper precautions were taken, that the public
tranquillity should not be disturbed. Mohabed and the other prisoners
were confined in dungeons, and Monteblanco and his wretched daughter, by
the desire of the queen, remained at the palace until the fate of Gomez
Arias should be decided.


    A do el favor antiguo? a do la gloria
      De mi pasado tiempo y venturoso?
    A do tantos despojos y vitoria!


    I am merrier to die, than thou art to live.


The fatal day of the trial arrived; the evidence was heard, the facts
fully substantiated. Gomez Arias convicted of treason and condemned to
lose his head on a scaffold! This sentence filled the inhabitants of
Granada with indescribable horror. The man, who a few days before had
been the theme of general admiration; he, who came victorious, borne on
the wings of fortune to the highest pinnacle of honor, was now, by the
same capricious turn of fate, shorn of all his dignity and splendor,
and condemned to the horrors of an ignominious death. He, who had so
long awakened the jealousy of the great, was now the object of general

Theodora had been schooled in affliction, and familiarized with
suffering, yet when she was apprised of the result of the trial, many
circumstances conspired to add to the intensity of her grief. She
considered herself as the primary, though innocent cause of her
husband's untimely fate; all his ingratitude and cruelty; all the
treachery of which he had been guilty towards her, were now forgotten,
and her vivid fancy, excited by the extent of the danger, now saw
nothing but his brilliant qualities, and his untimely fate. Doubly dear
was Gomez Arias to Theodora, when she perceived him on the brink of
destruction. Hope, however, did not entirely forsake her, though the
boding voice of grief, which floated on the air, soon dissolved so
enchanting an illusion. If expectation had been great, the
disappointment was now doubly terrible; the sentence had been
pronounced, and the queen alone could mitigate its rigour by virtue of
the royal prerogative. To this last hope Theodora clung with fond
expectation; Isabella was humane and a woman; she had, it was true,
acquired celebrity by the rigid and unimpeachable justice of her
decisions, but could she send to the scaffold, a young and gallant
nobleman, to whom she stood indebted for a brilliant victory, without
infringing the sacred principles of that justice. She was a woman, and
though heroic and high-minded, still nature must have planted in her
bosom the genuine attributes of her sex. Pity, humanity, generosity,
would stifle the sterner voice of duty, and she could not repel from her
throne, the humble, yet noble supplicants for mercy; she would be deeply
moved by the tears of one, whom but lately she had made a bride, and
whom another word would make a widow. Besides, the application of many
intimate friends, and many of the first families in the kingdom, could
not be utterly disregarded by the queen, to whom their services had been
so important.

These soothing ideas in some measure lulled Theodora's apprehensions,
and she successfully combated the idea of losing him for ever.
Unfortunate woman! soon she was doomed to learn the fallacy of her
expectations! Several strong appeals had already been made to the queen;
the first families of Granada had deeply interested themselves in favor
of Gomez Arias, but all applications had met with a disheartening and
absolute repulse. Nor indeed could the queen be taxed with ingratitude
and cruelty, for she adduced powerful reasons in her answer to the
supplicants, to prove her inability to comply with their request,
without at the same time giving her subjects an example of unjustifiable
partiality. A week had not elapsed, since six men had been executed in
the _Plaza de Bivarrambla_, on account of the same offence for which Don
Lope stood condemned. With this melancholy precedent, even the most
sanguine in their expectations began to droop, and the death of Gomez
Arias was looked upon as an inevitable misfortune.

Theodora heard the opinion generally entertained with a feeling of
horror. In vain she cast herself at the feet of the queen, and there
implored the royal clemency with all the fervid eloquence of grief;
Isabella received her with tenderness, but allowed the wretched girl no
room for hope: Theodora's feelings were wrought to the wildest paroxysm
of anguish. She flung herself violently on the ground, and in all the
poignancy of her affliction, prayed, fervently prayed for the life of
her husband, the mere life, though by incurring banishment, she might be
doomed to see him no more; the tears of the unfortunate bride fell
profusely; her hands were franticly clasped, and trembled in the
intensity of her emotion. It was a picture of distress unutterable. The
queen beheld it with compassion--she was astonished at the sight of such
affliction in one so injured as Theodora, but she could not remove her
sorrows without a partiality in the administration of justice, which it
had been the pride of her life to avoid.

Evidently distressed, she kindly bade Theodora rise, but with noble
dignity she pronounced those memorable words:--

"As a woman, I might forgive a treason against love; as a queen, I can
never forget one committed against my country."

The wretched Theodora was then ordered to retire, but she was unable to
obey the mandate. She clung earnestly to the foot of the throne, fondly
imagining that as long as she retained sight of Isabella, she could not
lose every hope. Again she was invited to withdraw, the queen humanely
wishing to spare her feelings another unnecessary shock, but the object
of her solicitude was not conscious of the kindness of her motive. An
officer of the governor now entering, proceeded to deliver a roll of
paper into the hands of the queen. Isabella appeared suddenly agitated
as she received the scroll, whilst a ray of horrible light glancing
across the mind of the wretched supplicant--

"Oh, in mercy do not sign"--she franticly exclaimed. "In the name of
heaven! not yet--do not sign!"

It was too late--the decree which condemned Gomez Arias was signed, and
his unfortunate wife fell senseless to the ground.

In this melancholy state she was carried to her father, who, far from
being able to afford consolation, was himself a prey to the bitterest

Gloomily the day wore away, and the inhabitants of Granada beheld with
horror the high scaffold which was already prepared at the Plaza de
Bivarrambla. An universal mourning seemed to prevail throughout the
city. Every one felt interested and shocked at the approaching
execution, though no one dared to impugn the justice of the sentence, by
virtue of which the noble culprit was about to suffer.

After the condemnation of Gomez Arias, a strong guard was placed at the
mansion of Count de Tendilla, where he had been confined. He was treated
with the utmost deference and regard, the queen having particularly
commanded that every attention should be lavished on him; and indeed,
until his death warrant was signed, the prisoner had been permitted a
free intercourse with his friends and relatives. Thus his prison bore
rather the resemblance of a levee of a person in power, than the visits
of despairing friends to one in the last stage of mortality. All his
friends and companions in arms had been assiduous in these mournful
visits, and he appeared greatly pleased with this testimony of their
regard. Indeed it was his pride which had brought Gomez Arias into this
dreadful predicament, and he was thus highly gratified at the very
general interest exhibited in his behalf.

It might be easily seen that he had not yet lost every hope; for to him
it seemed impossible that the queen could ever be prevailed on to give
her sanction to the sentence. He fondly recalled to his mind the high
favor in which he had hitherto been held by Isabella--the different
tokens of regard received from her royal hand--the many interviews and
even familiar conversations with which he had been honored. To these
pleasing recollections he added the intercessions of so many powerful
advocates, all eager to solicit the royal clemency in his behalf. Thus,
every thing conspired to buoy up the spirits of the prisoner, and to
prolong an illusion from which he was soon to be rudely awakened. He was
conversing in a tranquil, nay, lively manner, with two or three friends,
when Count de Tendilla, followed by the official attendants, entered,
and in a sad melancholy tone--

"Don Lope," he said, "I deeply lament the necessity to which I am
reduced, of being the messenger of woeful tidings; but part of the pain
I feel in such a disagreeable duty, is removed when I have to
communicate it to such as Gomez Arias, who have fortitude and courage to
know how to sustain misfortune."

"Proceed, Count," answered Don Lope, with a bitter smile, "let me know
the worst, and I dare say I shall have that fortitude which you kindly
suppose me--"

"Don Lope," solemnly said the Count, "your sentence is confirmed, and
you must prepare for death."

"Death!" exclaimed Gomez Arias, with emotion, "death!" Then suddenly
composing himself, he continued in an indignant tone:--"Well, I must
confess that I am somewhat struck with your information, Count.
Certainly, I was not prepared for so much--banishment and confiscation,
I could have expected, but I see that I have most erroneously calculated
on the favor of our Queen--her generosity, indeed, surpasses my most
sanguine ideas."

Count de Tendilla, without seeming to understand this innuendo,

"In consideration of your services, Don Lope, the Queen is willing to
grant any request you may wish to make. It shall be most religiously

"I am greatly beholden to the Queen," replied Gomez Arias, in the same
bitter manner, "but upon my honor, I am already too much indebted to her
Highness, and I should be loath to trespass on her indulgence."

"Don Lope," cried Tendilla, with warmth, "you wrong the Queen. At this
very moment she deplores the necessity which compels her to sign your
death warrant. Had there been any means, any honorable method to save
you from your fate, she would eagerly have seized the opportunity. She
would willingly forfeit the greatest treasure of her kingdom to save
your life.--Yes, for your existence she would sacrifice all--all but her

"And when," demanded Gomez Arias, "is this sentence to be carried into

"To-morrow;" replied the governor, "but should you like to profit by the
favor, a respite of two days is granted."

"No," proudly returned Gomez Arias, "I should feel exceedingly mortified
to disappoint the expectations of the public, who, no doubt, are by this
time anxiously looking for the preparations of the approaching
spectacle: no, let the ceremony take place to-morrow; I am ready." Then,
turning to young Garcilaso, who had been his companion in the expedition
against Mohabed--

"My young friend," he said, "you are a gallant and most promising
soldier, but be careful how you use the favors of the ladies; for not
all your services rendered to a queen will compensate the most trivial
disregard offered to the woman; and above all, be cautious how you
meddle with rings."

Count de Tendilla did not think proper to resent these remarks, for the
present situation of Gomez Arias precluded the propriety of replying to
the imprudent effusion of his irritated feelings.

"Don Lope," resumed the governor, "I will place your person under no
unnecessary restraint, but you must pardon the disagreeable necessity to
which my responsibility reduces me of stationing a guard within your

"The presence of soldiers, Count," replied Don Lope, "was never
unpleasant to Gomez Arias; on the contrary, I shall feel particularly
gratified; they will, perhaps, tend to dispel the cloud that hangs over
my mind by recalling to memory my former glory; besides, they will
acquire a new stimulus to serve their Queen by witnessing the
encouraging reward she has in store for her servants."

He now folded his arms and began to pace the room with an affected
indifference, but his inward feelings baffled even the powers of his
superior mind. No man can feel calm and indifferent under such
circumstances; it is against the principles of his nature; pride and a
due sense of honorable feeling may help him to assume a dignified
composure, or ferocity and callousness may adopt an insolent demeanor or
a gloomy tranquillity; but real philosophic evenness of mind exists more
in theory than in practice. Nevertheless Gomez Arias manifested no
symptoms of weak regret, and his exclamations bespoke more his
resentment against the queen than the dread of relinquishing life in the
midst of a brilliant career. He now seemed to be absorbed in thought and
the governor prepared to take his leave, when--

"Stay," he cried, "upon better reflection, perhaps it will be more
respectful not to refuse the kind offer of my sovereign; I shall
therefore make one request."

"Name it," said Tendilla, kindly; "it shall be granted."

"It is," resumed Don Lope, "that upon my way to the scaffold I may be
allowed to head a party of my own gallant soldiers, mounted on my
charger and attended with all military honors."

Count de Tendilla gave an involuntary start at so strange a demand, and
looked steadfastly on Gomez Arias, as if doubting whether compliance
might not be attended with danger. The request might involve the secret
of some desperate act, or perhaps only bespoke the workings of a noble
pride. However, the governor considered himself justified in granting
the favor.

"Your wish shall be fulfilled," he said. "Whatever may be the feeling
that prompts you, Don Lope, to make such a request, I and my _own_ guard
will likewise accompany you."

He delivered these words with great significancy of tone and manner,
that Gomez Arias might be sure the governor was prepared, should there
be aught in contemplation that might affect the public tranquillity.

"And now," resumed Tendilla, "I must bring you a visitor, Don Lope; one
who earnestly wishes to take a last farewell."

"And who is that charitable being?" inquired Gomez Arias, carelessly;
"for if I mistake not, all my friends and relatives have already
fulfilled that duty."

"It is your lady," replied Tendilla, "the lovely and unfortunate

Gomez Arias made a sign of impatient displeasure, and then, in a cold
and constrained manner--

"I am sensible," he said, "of her kindness and self-devotion, but I
cannot consent; no, I cannot, I will not see her; and I earnestly pray
and hope she may no longer require an interview to which I have already
given an absolute denial."

This was true. Gomez Arias had obstinately refused to see his once
idolized Theodora, nor could all her prayers and entreaties, backed by
the remonstrances of friends, prevail on him to alter so unkind a
resolution. This determination might have sprung from a feeling of
horror for the cause of his death, or of pity for the poignancy of her
anguish: perhaps he wished to avoid a scene which was capable of
producing nothing but terrible or melancholy recollections.

He evinced, however, no reluctance to see his man, Roque. The poor
faithful creature anxiously desired to be admitted; for though the
claims of his master to his gratitude were feeble, yet a lively
sentiment of affliction and a degree of horror for having been, though
unwillingly, one of the instruments to forward the catastrophe, made him
desirous of throwing himself at the feet of Gomez Arias.

Tremblingly the poor valet entered, and as he beheld the noble figure of
Don Lope standing composedly in the middle of the apartment, he could
not refrain from tears.

"Oh! Don Lope," he cried, despondingly, "my dear and honored master,
that it should come to this! That ever I should live to see the most
gallant cavalier in Granada undergo such a sentence!"

He then threw himself at the feet of Gomez Arias, and clasping firmly
both his knees, in a tone of keen anguish continued--

"Alas! my unfortunate master, I will not rise from the ground until you
grant me full pardon for the share I have in your death. Heaven knows
how unwillingly I have acted, and how sadly I repent the untoward
circumstances which reduced me to that fearful alternative."

"Rise, my good Roque," said Gomez Arias. "I freely forgive thee, not
only the melancholy necessity to which thou hast been compelled, but
even all the other transgressions of which thou hast been guilty in my
service, and I dare say they are not a few; however, as I am to
undertake to-morrow so long a journey in which, I suppose, thou hast no
inclination to bear me company----"

"_Virgen de las Angustias_," interrupted Roque, "how can you, Señor,
speak of such dreadful things in so light a manner?"

"Now, Roque," replied Don Lope, "thou must be silent, at least at
present, and allow me thy privilege for a time; listen with attention.
It is high time to settle my accounts. I am thy debtor, Roque."

"_Valgame Dios_!" exclaimed the valet. "Señor Don Lope, why think of
these matters at such a time?"

"The best of times," returned his master, "or you run a fair chance of
not being paid at all."

"But I do not want to be paid," cried Roque, sobbing aloud. "I am sure
you think too meanly of me, if you suppose I came here with such on

"No, Roque, I well know thy fidelity, and I mean not to offend thee; but
thou must not refuse the last bequest of thy master: here, take this,"
he said, delivering a large purse, which the valet could scarcely be
prevailed upon to accept. "And here," he continued, taking a ring from
his finger, "receive this as a token of remembrance," and as Roque
hesitated to take it, he added, smiling, "Take it, for I can now give
rings away without danger."

"Thank you, my good master, but have you no pledge of affection, no last
remembrance for _her_?"

"Why," answered Gomez Arias, with affected levity, "she will never
forget me. Besides I have nothing worthy of her acceptance--give her my
best wishes, and beseech her to pardon me as freely as I forgive her."

Having said this, he wished to turn away, but Roque again interposed,
and in a most doleful tone--

"Alack! Don Lope," he said, "remember what I told you at Guadix; my
forebodings did not deceive me, for my prognostication has,
unfortunately, been but too truly accomplished. Now, had you then--"

"Gently, my good fellow," interrupted Gomez Arias, "gently; this will
never do; thou camest here in the humble mood of a sinner, to crave my
forgiveness, and now thou hast relapsed into thy former calling by
assuming the preacher. In goodness forbear, and leave that task to those
who claim it in virtue of their office. And now, my faithful Roque,
begone, for I feel drowsy, and an hour's sleep would not come amiss."

Saying this, he bade his servant kindly adieu, and retired to his
closet, followed by two guards.

Roque was bewildered, for though he had already had several occasions of
forming a just estimation of the character and temper of Gomez Arias,
yet he could not comprehend how a man on the eve of death could resign
himself to sleep with the ease and composure which his master evinced.

"_Virgen Santa!_" he ejaculated, "did ever man think of sleep at such a
time? Why _los siete durmientes_[46] would have been at fault at such a
pinch. He is going to sleep; the Lord help him! I am sure I cannot
sleep; nay, I don't know whether I shall ever sleep again."

Saying this, poor Roque withdrew, weeping and wondering, and imploring
the protection of all the saints in the calendar, for his unfortunate


    Voilà le précipice où l'ont enfin jeté
    Les attraits enchanteurs de la prospérité.

                                _La Fontaine._

                Oh di destino avverso
    Fatal possanza! a mie tante sventure
    Ciò sol mancava.


    Forget! forgive!--I must indeed forget
    When I forgive.


Every hope was now extinct--the fatal morning arrived. Theodora, the
hapless Theodora, against whom fate seemed to have exhausted all her
malice, after a night of restless grief, had left her couch betimes, and
in a gloomy reverie was sitting by the casement, her hands clasped
together, and her eyes vacantly fixed on the moving groups below.

The door opened, and her father entered--the wretched man was in a most
pitiable state.

"My child," he said, tenderly, "my dear child, you must leave this

"Never," cried the melancholy Theodora, "unless it is to be carried to
the grave. Oh! my poor, my dear father, you will soon have to fulfil
that last mournful duty towards your hapless child."

"Theodora, speak not thus; your words are daggers. We must submit to the
will of Providence--raise your streaming eyes to that heaven, my
beloved, and cherish the fond hope that this life of sorrow is to
purchase an eternity of pure uninterrupted bliss. Throw yourself into
the arms of religion, and your evils will appear lighter to bear."

"Yes, my father, now my only friend," replied Theodora, in a tumult of
agony, "I will consider my misfortunes as a just atonement to offended
heaven, for the ingratitude of which I have been guilty towards the
best of parents."

"Heaven bless thee, Theodora," returned the affectionate father, "and
restore to thee peace and tranquillity; and now grant me a request--you
must away with me."

"But whither are we going?" demanded Theodora, "I cannot--I will not
quit Granada until I see _him_ laid in the ground. I am now his wife,
and I shall religiously fulfil the duties of such a character, for cruel
as he was," she added, mournfully, "to refuse me permission to see him
when alive, he cannot prevent me from showing my attachment when he is

"Theodora," said Monteblanco, "it is not my intention to take you away
from Granada. I merely wish you to accompany me to the dwelling of our
kinsman, Don Antonio de Leyva. He has repeatedly demanded to see you,
but you have always denied his request. You surely cannot dislike him?"

"Father! father!" cried Theodora, in a tone of reproach and sadness;
"why this eagerness to renew an intimacy with a man whom I have
wronged? Think you that Theodora will be able to sustain his reproach?"

"No, Theodora, such thoughts are far from the minds of Don Antonio and
your father. But the gallant young man lies prostrate on the bed of
sickness. The wounds he received at the disastrous affair of the Sierra
Bermeja, have reduced him to the last stage of debility. He has this
very instant earnestly requested to see you; for he has something to
announce which may affect the fate of us all."

Theodora answered not, but rising immediately, signified her readiness
to obey, and supported by her father, she proceeded towards the
residence of Don Antonio. Dismay and confusion reigned throughout the
city. At every step Theodora met with some object to impress her
forcibly with the dreariness of the fate which was at hand. Busily the
moving groups were talking of the melancholy event. She beheld the
troops that were collecting and marching about to insure the public
tranquillity, and this testimony of the hopeless situation of her
husband filled her bursting heart with new terrors. How dismally sounded
the trumpets and clarions! And now the ponderous bell of the cathedral
sent forth its reverberating tones, and it sounded like the summons of
death to Theodora. It struck eight, and in two hours Gomez Arias would
cease to exist. A chill seized on the very soul of Theodora, at each
stroke of the dreadful monitor, and as if its terrors had not been
sufficiently multiplied, a hundred different clocks, with their boding
voices, repeated the same sad tale to the agonizing heart of the
wretched girl.

Next came the sight of the ministers of religion hurrying about; sad
heralds of mortality, in Christian charity, earnestly wishing to offer
their prayers for the departing soul, or holding out the example of the
approaching execution to the young and inexperienced.

Theodora shuddered at every object she saw--at every sound that struck
her ear, and in this state she reached the mansion of Don Antonio de
Leyva, which happily was situated at a short distance. She trembled with
emotion as she found herself before young De Leyva, nor was her
appearance productive of less astonishment to Don Antonio. They were
both much altered--she by intense suffering--he by his wounds and
lingering sickness. Don Antonio, extremely faint, was reclining on a
couch, from which he attempted to rise when he saw his kinsman enter,
but was prevented by Monteblanco. The countenance of the gallant young
man seemed suddenly to brighten up.

"Theodora," he kindly said, "tremble not thus, for you are in the
presence of a friend, a sincere friend; one who bitterly laments having,
though unconsciously, been instrumental in your misfortunes. Alas! dear
lady, had you placed more confidence in me, perchance so much misery had
been prevented. However, this is no time for reproach; the moments speed
swiftly away, and we have none to spare. Had you not at this moment
arrived, weak and wounded as I am, I was about to be carried to your
habitation, though the exertion had proved fatal to my recovery.
Theodora, look upon me as a friend--as a dear valued friend, and receive
the greatest proof a man can give of pure disinterested regard. Here,"
he then added, presenting a little casket to Theodora, "take this
precious gage; look, it is the portrait of our Queen, given by her own
royal hands, when fortune favoured my exertions in the last tournament.
The bearer of this gift is entitled to claim any boon from Isabella.
Dispatch--present her with this beauteous copy of herself. Reclaim the
promise--demand the life of Gomez Arias--it will be granted."

"Merciful heavens!" cried Theodora, overpowered with emotion, "Can it be
possible!" Then falling at the feet of young de
Leyva--"Generous--generous Don Antonio; is this the way that you repay
an injury?"

"I might," replied Don Antonio nobly, "satisfy the cravings of a paltry
revenge, by leaving my rival to perish ignominiously, when I have it in
my power to save him. But no; my heart shudders at such reprisals, and
finds joy in contributing to the happiness of Theodora."

Struck with admiration at such noble and manly conduct, Theodora seized
the hand of the high-minded Don Antonio, and would have imprinted on it
a thousand kisses of gratitude, but he modestly prevented her, urging
her to depart.

"My dear Theodora, begone; you have no time to lose. Think that the
least delay may perhaps prove fatal."

These words acted like magic on the mind of Theodora. The thought of her
husband's danger absorbed every other consideration. She rushed with
impetuous alacrity towards the palace, pressing with convulsive firmness
the valuable pledge on which all her hopes depended. Upon her arrival at
the entrance, the guards, struck with the wildness of her manner, and
sympathising with her misfortunes, expeditiously opened a passage, as
she exclaimed almost incoherently, that she must see the queen.

Meantime the Plaza de Bivarrambla was thronged with a vast multitude,
for the novelty and exemplary justice of such an execution had thrown
the people into a ferment. It was long since a nobleman had suffered
thus, and no instance occurred to their recollection of a conqueror
stepping from the car of victory to the platform of a scaffold.

All lamented the fate of Gomez Arias, and yet most of the lower classes,
amidst the feelings of pity, experienced a kind of satisfaction at the
idea that so great a personage was doomed to suffer, as well as the
meanest of their own class. In the middle of the Plaza rose a high
scaffold, covered with costly black velvet, and most of the houses
around were likewise draperied with mourning symbols of the sorrow of
their owners. A strong body of veterans lined the square, whilst other
detached parties of horse patrolled the neighbouring places to prevent
any obstruction from the multitude. The hurry and agitation of the
people now became extreme; but when at last the tremendous knell from
the cathedral gave the mournful signal for Gomez Arias to set out for
the goal of his mortal career, a simultaneous murmur of horror rose from
the surrounding crowd. The dismal tolling of bells, accompanied at
intervals by the sad and hollow strains of trumpets, announced that the
procession was ready to move.

Gomez Arias had descended from his apartment perfectly composed. Indeed,
no other feeling could be descried in his features but stern pride and
resentment. He walked with a firm step towards the melancholy train that
awaited him. But when about to mount his horse, he perceived the
Countess de Tendilla bathed in tears, approaching to bid him farewell.
He kindly thanked this lady for all the attentions he had experienced at
her house during the time he had remained there, and having bidden her a
last adieu, he bounded on his favorite charger. The spirited animal
began to curvet and rear, as if proud of his burthen.

"Gently, gently, Babieca," said his master, caressing the noble steed:
"be not impatient, for this is the last time thou wilt carry thy

He then looked around, and as he saw a party of his victorious troops,
chosen for his escort according to his desire, all plunged in the
deepest grief, in a soothing tone he bade them be of good cheer.

Don Lope being determined to set at defiance every appearance of
despondency, had assumed an air of martial and dignified composure. His
handsome figure never looked to greater advantage than at this
disastrous moment; he was attired in a most sumptuous suit, while all
the friends and relatives who accompanied him were habited in deep
mourning. The procession moved slowly on amidst the confused murmur of
the multitude, deeply lamenting the fate, and admiring the firmness of
the hero of the dismal tragedy. He was attended by a crowd of the
ministers of religion; but two friars of the order of St. Francis
attached themselves more particularly to his person. The whole presented
a most singularly contrasted scene; for in the same view appeared
mingled all the panoplies of war, stirring the soul to martial deeds,
and the solemn emblems of religion inviting the mind to abandon the pomp
of the world, and turn its thoughts towards eternity. Warriors and
priests, banners and crosses, moved promiscuously along, while the
subdued blast of clarions united their strains to the deep-toned and
gloomy cadences of the chaunting monks.

In this manner the procession reached at length the Plaza de
Bivarrambla. At the sight of the scaffold, Gomez Arias gave an
involuntary start, for he was unable to stifle the impression which the
first view of that dreadful spot made on his mind. He soon, however,
recovered his usual composure, and cast an inquiring and intense look on
the assembled multitude. Sorrow and consternation were every where
visible, but all was tranquil and quiet. The last lingering hope now
vanished from the breast of Gomez Arias, and he seemed resigned to the
fate that awaited him. The murmur of the multitude was hushed into a
deadly silence. Don Lope dismounted, ascended the scaffold, and turning
to his soldiers, he said--

"Farewell, my brave companions; this is the last expedition in which we
shall meet; but in this, as well as in all the former, Gomez Arias will
display the coolness and courage which becomes a soldier." He then with
equal resolution was about to bare his neck for the fatal stroke, when a
piercing scream was heard at a distance in the crowd. Presently a female
form was seen flying towards the scaffold--

"A pardon! a pardon!" shouted various voices; and the multitude joyfully
opened a passage to the unfortunate. She ran with frantic speed, until
she arrived at length, exhausted, at the foot of the scaffold,
exhibiting in the disorder of her person and the wild expression of her
features, all the workings of terror, anxiety, and joy. Every one stood
mute with astonishment when they beheld in this apparition the wretched
Theodora, who flew up the steps of the scaffold, holding aloft in her
trembling hand a paper; then throwing herself into the arms of her

"Oh it is not too late," she cried eagerly; "I have brought your pardon.
Here! here! You are safe--it is the Queen's signet."

Count de Tendilla took the paper from her hand, and read joyfully aloud
the pardon of Gomez Arias. Theodora looked wildly around, her large
beautiful eyes fraught with terror: she gazed upon the appalling scene,
as though still fearful that the execution would not be suspended.

"Read! read!" she cried vehemently to Count de Tendilla: "it is the
Queen's order. A messenger will soon arrive; but I am here first. I came
to save my husband."

These few electric words were followed by a shout of tumultuous applause
from the assembled throng.

The messenger indeed arrived. Theodora uttered a wild scream of joy, and
her feelings, unable any longer to support the efforts she had made,
overpowered her, and she fainted in the arms of Gomez Arias.

Even Gomez Arias, that man so hardened to all the tender pleadings of
gratitude, was at length overcome. As he beheld her who had returned
his coldness with affection, and repaid his cruelty with kindness--as he
considered that miracle of love and goodness lying lifeless in his arms,
a tear stood trembling in his eye--one solitary tear; but that
testimonial of feeling in Gomez Arias was equivalent to years of sorrow
in other men. He tenderly pressed Theodora to his heart, and the fond
embrace seemed to recall her suspended animation. She opened her languid
eyes and was happy; for she saw the object of all her care and affection
now watching with tender solicitude her returning life.

"Oh Theodora," cried Don Lope, in a voice almost inarticulate with
emotion, "I am unworthy of you. How can I ever atone for so many wrongs?
This is indeed a noble vengeance."

The queen had ordered that Gomez Arias should be conducted to her
presence, and accordingly, accompanied by the happy Theodora, he
proceeded towards the palace, followed by the immense crowd, who rent
the air with joyful acclamations.

When they arrived at the palace, they found the gracious Isabella seated
in the large public hall, ready to receive them. Her countenance was
radiant with delight in the consciousness of having been able to save
Don Lope from an untimely end.

"Gomez Arias," she said, "your life is saved by the most fortunate, as
it was the most unexpected of incidents. Nobles of Granada," she then
added, turning to the surrounding court, "you cannot accuse your Queen
of partiality in the distribution of justice. At the moment when Don
Lope was approaching the end of his mortal career, this gage was brought
to me and the guerdon claimed. It was a pledge of regard given to Don
Antonio de Leyva for his conduct at the tournament, with my sacred
promise that any boon should be granted to the bearer. Theodora produced
it, and I could not resist her just appeal--my royal word had passed.
Gomez Arias, you owe your life to the generous Don Antonio de Leyva and
your wife. Let then your future life show that you are not insensible of
the magnitude of the obligation. To yourself you owe nothing; for had
it not been for this happy circumstance, by this time you would have
been numbered with the dead. Go, and rejoice with your friends over your
fortunate deliverance, and then I will receive you as becomes a victor."

A shout of unfeigned approbation burst from every one. Theodora seemed
intoxicated with happiness. She looked on Gomez Arias, and in those
features which had so successfully enraptured her young heart, again saw
a display of tenderness to recompense her affection. All her sufferings
were forgotten; the cup of misery had been drained, and happiness,
boundless, uninterrupted happiness, was to be hers for ever. Gomez
Arias, moved with kindly and generous feelings which had long been
dormant in his heart, had as yet been unable to give utterance to his
demonstrations of gratitude. He now disengaged himself from the hands of
Theodora, moved forwards, and threw himself at the feet of the queen.
Every eye was joyfully turned on him, when suddenly one of the friars,
who had attended him at the scaffold, broke from the surrounding group.
In his hand gleamed a poniard, and before any arm could arrest the blow,
he buried the fatal weapon in the breast of Gomez Arias, who started on
his feet, reeled, and fell at the foot of the throne. In an instant
every thing was wild confusion. Theodora, with a piercing scream, threw
herself beside her murdered husband, while several leaches hastened to
the assistance of the fallen knight.

The queen alone seemed to preserve her presence of mind amidst the
uproar that prevailed.

"Seize the assassin!" she exclaimed, and the guards immediately secured
his person. He was one of the Franciscans who had accompanied Gomez
Arias to the scaffold. He still held in his sinewy hand the ensanguined
poniard, and with the savage laugh of a fiend exulted over his deed.

"Now, God be thanked!" exclaimed the leach who had examined the wound of
Gomez Arias, "if my skill fail me not, the knight may yet live."

"Never!" cried the friar, in a voice that chilled the reviving hopes of
every one; "Never! your skill is vain--the dagger is poisoned."

A shudder of horror ran through the court.

"Man of darkness," exclaimed Count de Tendilla, "fiend under the holy
garb of religion, what could prompt thee to such a crime? But a short
time since I saw thee attend thy victim to administer to him hope and

"Yes," replied the friar, grimly, "yes, I did accompany him to the stage
of his despair and my glory: yes, I was beside my victim, like the
vulture watching for the moment to lacerate his heart. But I went not to
whisper hope into his dying ear, or to bid him rely on the mercies of
Heaven; no, it was to speak the words of horror; to bid him despair, and
point the way to that hell whither soon I was to follow him. My soul was
drunk with joy; my heart was wild with happiness: gladly would I
purchase with a whole existence of misery and crime those few rapturous
moments when I could watch the dreadful workings of his mind, as the
last peal of my ominous voice rung in his ear, ere his soul took its
flight from this world."

"Peace, wretch!" exclaimed the queen. "Leave thy blasphemy; tremble for
the profanation of thy sacred calling; tremble for the punishment which
awaits thy crime."

"I tremble at nought," sternly replied the assassin. "No canting friar
am I; no preaching monk; but a man deeply wronged, and now amply
revenged. Look on me," he continued in a wild tone, throwing off his
disguise, "I am Bermudo, the renegade!"

Every one shrunk back with instinctive horror at the well known name;
but the consternation increased, when in the person of the apostate was
recognised the Moor who had played so principal a part in the
condemnation of Gomez Arias.

"Look on me," proceeded the renegade; "look on me, Gomez Arias; behold
the man by you condemned to misery and shame--I am Bermudo the outcast,
the maddened lover of the unfortunate Anselma. Call back, Don Lope, the
powers of thy fleeting soul, and fix its fading recollection on thy
crimes and my misfortunes: remember Anselma--remember her frightful
fate--your wrongs to me--the despair to which I was driven. But for
thee, proud man, I might have been a hero, and for thee I am a traitor
and a renegade. But, oh! now thou art laid low--no, not even princely
fortune and favour could save thee from the hand of a desperate man.
Die, then, die in despair: it is in the hour of rapturous happiness that
the blow is struck, and think with agony that it is struck by
Bermudo.--Anselma, thou art revenged!"

A wild and savage laugh closed this apostrophe, and the renegade stood
calmly gazing on his victim with an expression of ferocious joy: his
dark features seemed to brighten in the glare of infernal revenge, and
his strong frame shook with the rapture of the fiend that inspired him.

Meantime, Gomez Arias was rapidly approaching his end; the blood flowed
thick and heavy through his veins, and the film of death was fast
dimming his sight: still his noble features shewed no symptoms of
unmanly emotion; but fixing his dying eyes upon the renegade, in a firm
tone he said--

"Bermudo, thy hellish desire is but partially fulfilled; I die not in
despair; despair is the attribute of cowards, not of Gomez Arias: I feel
thy poison burning in my veins, yet my soul takes its flight with
calmness. Wretched man," he then added, "may God forgive thee as I do:
and thou, dear and last object of my solicitude," he said, faintly
addressing himself to the disconsolate Theodora, who, in a paroxysm of
agony, was kneeling beside him, "Theodora, injured and unfortunate girl,
too late I appreciate thy value; too late I deplore my fault. Oh! if I
regret existence, it is because I cannot live to prove my love and
gratitude. Forgive me, Theodora! forgive the repentant Gomez Arias!"

His dim eyes were cast tenderly on her despairing countenance, and
pressing gently her clammy hand, he breathed his last.

The piercing cries and lamentations of Theodora deeply affected the
spectators of this tragic scene: she tore her flowing tresses, and
falling on the bleeding corpse, in a wild incoherent tone poured forth
her anguish. The renegade himself appeared somewhat moved at the
exhibition of her frantic sorrow. The darksome deed was done; his enemy
was dead, and Bermudo seemed no longer to live in this world; stupor and
apathy were overshadowing his countenance, for the principle that fed
his life was now no more.

The soldiers were about to move away with the prisoner, when a minister
of religion addressed him:--

"Sinner," he cried, "behold your deadly crime and repent; repent ere
'tis too late; thy mortal career is short; employ it, then, in calming
the offended justice of heaven."

"Friar," said firmly the renegade, "my conscience is seared; my soul has
no longer sympathy with human feelings; I cannot, will not now repent me
of a deed which has been the sole object of my existence. Lead me to
torture, and when ye tear this flesh, and suffering nature is unable to
sustain the racking pangs, then, even then, my eyes, faithful
interpreters of my soul, will tell you I shrink not from my fate; the
poniard that struck my foe I might have plunged in this breast, but I
disdained to evade the recompense of my deed. Lead me to torture, but
mock me not with words of penitence."

"Oh horror! art thou a man and speakest thus!" exclaimed the priest.

"I was a man; I know not what I am; let me return to my kindred clay,
and hide from the face of the earth the monster at which ye shudder."

He ceased, and his features stiffened into a horrid tranquillity more
appalling to behold than his wildest ebullition of passion. One last
savage look he cast on his prostrate enemy, and then, with a firm step,
he walked away to meet the punishment due to his crimes.

The wretched Theodora could not be torn from the mortal bleeding remains
of her adored Gomez Arias, until the paroxysm of her grief was
succeeded by insensibility. In this melancholy state she was borne from
the fatal spot, while sorrow and compassion swelled the hearts of every
one who had witnessed the events of that disastrous day!


    La douleur lentement m'entr'ouve le tombeau,
    Salut mon dernier jour! sois mon jour le plus beau!


Three months had now elapsed since the death of Gomez Arias, and the
people of Granada were again rejoicing in the success of the Christian
arms. The insurrection of the Moors was now completely quelled; the wise
and prudent conduct of the queen had saved the country from the horrors
attendant on a fanatical war. The individuals admitted to the counsels
of Isabella were in general men of enlightened understanding and
philanthropic dispositions, and though some few voices, swayed by
fanatical zeal and religious intolerance, opposed themselves to liberal
measures, yet, happily for Spain and honorably for her ministers, their
objections were over-ruled, and the more beneficial and milder course
adopted. A full pardon was proclaimed to the rebels. Moreover it was
promised that they should enjoy the same privileges as the Spaniards,
and that no compulsory measures should be adopted to make them embrace
the tenets of the Christian religion. Free permission was given to every
Moor who should prefer passing over to Africa, to remove unmolested, and
with full security to his family and property.

These judicious resolutions answered the desired effect. The Moors
joyfully accepted the offers of the queen, and the greatest part of them
came immediately to lay down their arms at the feet of the Alcayde de
los Donceles, and other chiefs who still were carrying on the war.
However, some Moors of the higher rank, who refused to subject
themselves to the Christian government, retired into Africa, and amongst
this number we must count the magnanimous El Feri de Benastepar; for,
as no account was received of his death, it was supposed he had
abandoned the country.

Thus peace was at length restored, and the city of Granada became again
the center of gaiety and happiness, and this was not a little enhanced
by the anticipation of the union of Leonor de Aguilar with the gallant
Don Antonio de Leyva: the nuptials being only delayed until a due
allowance of time had been devoted to the memory of the noble Don Alonso
de Aguilar.

Meantime Don Manuel de Monteblanco and his unfortunate daughter had
retired to their mansion at Guadix. Shortly after the mortal remains of
Gomez Arias had been consigned to the earth, Don Manuel prevailed on his
unhappy daughter to abandon a city fraught with such dreadful
associations. Theodora submissively obeyed the desires of her solicitous
and kind parent, but alas! the sorrow that slowly consumed her heart was
not to be removed by change of place: the lovely victim carried within
her the deadly poison that was to consign her to an early grave.
Theodora became the prey of a deep-rooted melancholy. The kind attention
of friends, the tender expostulation of her father, might momentarily
withdraw her mind from the subject of her constant meditations; tokens
of regard, and the soft caresses of pity might elicit a transient smile;
but soon, alas! her mind would revert to its mournful occupation; soon
her smile would give way to sadness.

During the day, she wandered about the large mansion like a restless
spirit whose duties in life are fulfilled, and who longs to take its
flight. Sometimes she took her lute, and in wild and plaintive voice she
would sing those romances which Gomez Arias had loved to hear. Then she
would ramble through the garden, and visit those spots endeared by the
recollection of her love. Sometimes, too, in the stillness of night, a
most piercing scream would issue from her chamber, and arouse the
unfortunate Monteblanco from his couch, to hush the fevered imagination
of his daughter, continually haunted by the image of the murdered Gomez

Day after day the disconsolate father watched the progress of the
malady. Gradually Theodora was wasting in form, and her intellectual
powers seemed to share in the wreck of her outward appearance. Nothing
could disturb the gloomy monotony of her thoughts. Musing tranquilly,
she would pass the hour, and oft in the night when the moon beams fell
on the garden, she would be seen gliding along its paths like some
fleeting phantom.

In this melancholy state Theodora had continued during some time, when
one morning Monteblanco was agreeably surprised to see his child in
unusually good spirits. The gloom which sat habitually on her brow had
vanished, and a placid smile played upon her lips. Joyfully the
venerable parent beheld the welcome change, and anxiously he wished to
improve those favorable symptoms of returning health. Theodora told her
father that she had dreamed in the night an awful dream. She had seen
her husband, not as heretofore, in the fearful scenes of his desertion
and death, but his eyes beaming with a heavenly light, bidding her be
happy, as he was happy and blessed.

It was the anniversary of the day on which Theodora had left her home.
Night came, and Monteblanco saw not his daughter by his side. He waited
impatiently for some time, and then repaired to the garden, for he knew
Theodora delighted in rambling there.

The faithful Roque, who since the death of his master had attached
himself to the service of Monteblanco, took a torch, and accompanied the
old cavalier to the garden. Don Manuel called aloud upon his daughter,
but his voice was only answered by the sad echoes of the place. He
became alarmed, and hastily proceeded to the bower: there he descried
Theodora lying on the marble seat, apparently asleep. He approached her,
and affectionately chid her for her absence.

"Awake, child, awake," he cried; "surely your delicate health will be
injured by the chilling air of night."

He gently raised her arm.

"Roque, bring closer that torch."

Roque obeyed--Theodora indeed slept, but it was the sleep of death.

Struck with consternation, the wretched old man clasped the lifeless
body in his arms, and called eagerly on his child by the most endearing
of names. Alas! it was too late: the spark of life had fled for ever,
and the dull glare of the torch that fell upon her countenance soon
confirmed the mournful truth. Pale and bloodless was her cheek, and cold
were those beauteous limbs. The angel of death had spread his sable
pinions over her dewy brow, and closed her eyes in eternal sleep. The
despairing father now strove to raise his daughter in his arms, when
something fell from her nerveless grasp. Roque immediately took it
up--he gave a start, and uttered a most piteous moan, as he presented
the object to Don Manuel. It was the portrait of Gomez Arias. That
melancholy testimonial told that the heavenly spirit had lately taken
its flight, for it was yet moist with _her_ tears, the last effort of
her departing soul--the last sad evidence of a _woman's love_.

    Non come fiamma, che per forza è spenta,
    Ma che per se medesma si consuma,
    Se n'andò in pace l'anima contenta.




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[1] The unfortunate passion of Don Rodrigo, the last of the Goths, for
Florinda, surnamed La Cava, was the primary cause of the Moorish
invasion, and the disastrous wars which followed. Count Julian, father
of the frail fair one, highly indignant at the affront he had received,
resolved to take the most signal vengeance. His views were warmly
espoused by Don Oppas, Archbishop of Toledo, who was the most
influential man in the kingdom. These two noblemen betrayed their
country to the Moors, who, invited by them, landed in Spain, under the
command of Tarik and Muza.

[2] The Black.

[3] Champion of the Lists.

[4] For this and for my King.

[5] A kind of small mantle.

[6] I am like my name.


    I will bear him to the skies,
    That he may have the greater fall.

[8] Know him by his deeds.

[9] The game of the Ring.

[10] The _Chirimia_ was a musical instrument made of wood, resembling
somewhat a wooden flageolet, though much longer: it contained ten holes;
the wind pipe was thin, and made of reed. _Præcentoria tuba, fistula
musica._ The _Dulzaina_ was an instrument like the _Chirimia_, only upon
a smaller scale, and capable of producing sounds more acute and

[11] Gallants.

[12] Pera. The military term is _imperial_; a small tuft of hair.

[13] Jester.

[14] _Reja_, a small grated window.

[15] _Anglice_, a beldam.

[16] I am an old Christian.

[17] A porch,--the entrance of a building.

[18] From a poor sinner like myself.

[19] Jew.

[20] St. James of Compostela, patron of Spain.

[21] Girl.

[22] God forgive me.

[23] Sluggard.

[24] The _Adarga_ was a peculiar sort of shield or short buckler used by
the Spaniards in those times. The presentation of the _adarga_ was
equivalent to an offer of peace. It was a practice often resorted to by
the persons entrusted with a mission to the enemy.

[25] Thieves.

[26] A _Maravedi_ was a coin of such diminutive value as to answer to
the one-third of an English farthing.

[27] The square.

[28] The Persians, and even the Turks, when speaking of a brave man,
generally compare him to a lion;--their poetry is full of this simile,
and there is nothing more common than to hear them say _aslan_, lion, or
_caplan_, tiger.

[29] The brave man who protects the helpless is a Lion.

[30] New Square.

[31] At the period in which my Romance takes place, the revival of the
art of painting was in its infancy. I am aware, therefore, that some
scrupulous folks will be apt to find fault with me for having introduced
a gallery of pictures with the same confidence as if I were writing a
novel of the present day. Yet this seeming anachronism does not exist.
The Moors, though they certainly could not boast of a Rafael or a
Titian, had exercised themselves in the art, and, according to some
authorities, even excelled in portrait painting. I do not intend to
maintain that either the Moorish or Christian artists of the period had
arrived at any eminence: for my purpose, it is enough that they _did_
exist at the time: let imagination do the rest.

[32] Our lady protect us.

[33] In those times, when war was the only meritorious occupation of the
_gentle_ blood, the Jews, though despised and persecuted, were in some
respects men of great consequence in a state. They were not only, as in
the present day, the most expert and assiduous in money transactions,
but cultivated the science of medicine with much success; when no other
career was deemed compatible with honor and glory but the profession of
arms or the church.

[34] Samaritan--term of reproach.

[35] God defend us.

[36] God bless me.

[37] Satan.

[38] Old Christian.

[39] Accursed.

[40] A kind of ruffle or frill, worn formerly round the neck--a collar.

[41] The Hill of the Martyrs.

[42] On the hill of the Martyrs, so called from the supposed cruelties
that the Moors had exercised against the Christian prisoners who fell
into their hands, Queen Isabella caused a chapel to be erected, which
became the object of many a pious pilgrimage.

[43] May she rest in peace.

[44] A devotee.

[45] History describes Don Alonso de Aguilar as one of the most valiant
and renowned amongst the celebrated warriors of that period. His death
has been the subject of many and some very good ballads or romances, but
it is better known and appreciated among the reading portion of the
Spaniards by the description given by Hurtado de Mendoza in his work
entitled, "_Guerra de Granada_." It is a masterly composition. Indeed
the whole work passes amongst the _literati_ as the most elegant and
classic piece of Spanish history.

[46] The seven Sleepers.

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