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If they kept the men from laying immediate hands upon them, would that fiery doom be theirs?

”Better that than to fall into their hands,” said Inez, between her shut teeth; and Juana, looking at her mistress, with a world of faithful love in her eyes, exclaimed softly:

”Our Lady will surely send us help, mistress. You are too beautiful to die such a death!”

Inez put her hands upon the shoulders of the faithful girl, and said in a low voice:

”You would come with me from Granada, Juana, where you would have been safe; and there were those who warned us that we might not long be safe out here. But my duty seemed to my uncle; and you--you would not leave me. And what if I have brought you hither to your death?”

”We must all die once,” answered Juana, her eyes full of love and courage; ”and I would sooner die with you, mistress, than live without you. If I had stayed behind, and had heard this story of you, I should have killed myself, or died for grief and shame that I was not with you.”

Then Inez put her arms about the faithful girl's neck, and kissed her thrice upon the lips.

”We will do battle for our lives, Juana; and then, if needs be, we will die together,” she said.

Suddenly there was a cry from below. Some one had looked up, and had seen the two girlish figures clinging together. Perhaps the very action had been misunderstood, and instantly there was a rush towards the steep, broken, narrow steps of some dozen swarthy Moors.

Instantly the girls were at their post at the head of the flight. Inez, quiet and composed, gave the word.

”Welcome to the Moriscos!” she cried, in a clear and ringing voice, as the first great stone leapt from her hand and went bounding and cras.h.i.+ng upon the head of the foremost Moor.

”Welcome to the Moriscos!” echoed Juana, dislodging another, which sprang from stair to stair, and then, bounding sideways, went cras.h.i.+ng upon the bent back of a man in the bas.e.m.e.nt beneath, who fell like a log from the blow, his spine fractured.

Crash, crash, cras.h.!.+ Down hurtled the huge stones, flinging the unprepared Moriscos from the steep stairs, where they fell in a confused ma.s.s, one upon the top of the other, pinned down by the great boulders which came rolling down upon them from above, cursing, raging, crushed and maimed, utterly taken aback by such a reception; and now only eager and anxious to get out of a place that seemed to rain nether mill-stones upon them.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The first great stone leapt from her hand and went bounding and cras.h.i.+ng: upon the head of the foremost Moor.

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Three of their number lay stretched dead upon the ground. A number more were badly hurt; and all were flying from the stairs, which threatened to become a veritable death-trap for all who tried to mount.

There was a rush for the outer door. The wounded were dragged away groaning by their comrades; those who were sound carried the dead. They turned and shook threatening fists at the two girls standing behind their heap of stones at the top of the stairs; they promised them that they were coming back. They breathed out threats which might well make the stoutest hearts quail. But Inez stood up tall and straight, with a great stone poised in her hand; and the strength and accuracy with which those formidable weapons had been launched against them before, caused the men to jostle each other through the doorway in their haste to escape from possible hurt from the same source.

Scarcely had the last man disappeared before Juana was down the stairs like a flash, had slammed-to the heavy oaken door, and had drawn the great iron bolts and the heavy iron bar across it.

”The master left it open when he went out this morning,” she said to Inez, ”and I never thought to shut it. Why should I? That is how they got in so easily; but they will not get in again so fast!”

This was true enough; for the door had been made to withstand attack, as, indeed, had the tower itself, and though it had fallen into a ruinous state inside, it was built in a very solid fas.h.i.+on, the walls being exceedingly thick, and light being admitted mainly by loopholes.

The top, also, was protected by a low battlement, from which a view of the surrounding country could be obtained. This battlement had fallen a good deal into disrepair, like the tower itself, and material for repairing it had been brought in; so that not only had the girls the remainder of the stones they had already used with such effect, but there was a large quant.i.ty of such material that had been laboriously carried up to the very top only three days earlier; and some of these stones were very large and heavy, as they had been designed to form the coping of the battlement.

”See there!” cried Inez, as the two girls ran up the stairs to the top, to watch the retreat of the temporarily baffled foe. ”Juana, how long, think you, would such artillery last us? We could slay a score of our foes, as the woman in the tower slew Abimelech the king. Did not mine uncle tell us that tale the other night? and how little we thought----”

Juana's eyes were s.h.i.+ning. The thrill of victory was upon her. The peril was not over. Nay, they might have worse to encounter than they had done already. But at least they had driven forth the foe from the tower. Their citadel was their own. They had weapons of defence under their hands. If help would only come at last, they could hold out for awhile.

”See, see!” cried Inez, as she leaned over the wall to watch the baffled Moriscos wending their way downwards, sometimes turning to shake threatening fists at the tower and its defenders. ”There is little Aluch hiding below in the orange grove, and making signals to us. Run, Juana, to that loophole below, and he will tell you what he has come to say!”

Juana disappeared down the stairs, and returned quickly with a face in which anxiety and satisfaction were strangely blended.

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