Part 15 (1/2)

”I want no jewels,” replied Don Gutiere.

”For the sake of Him who died on the cross, the great prophet of your faith,” said the Moor solemnly, ”refuse not my request; the jewel I speak of you alone can purchase, but I can only treat about it in secret.”

Don Gutiere perceived there was something hidden under these mystic and figurative terms, in which the Moors were often accustomed to talk.

He motioned to his attendants to retire. When they were alone the Moor looked cautiously around the apartment, and then, approaching close to the knight, demanded in a low voice, ”What will you give me if I deliver the fortress of Zalea into your hands?”

Don Gutiere looked with surprise at the humble individual that made such a suggestion.

”What means have you,” said he, ”of effecting such a proposition?”

”I have a brother in the garrison of Zalea,” replied the Moor, ”who for a proper compensation would admit a body of troops into the citadel.”

Don Gutiere turned a scrutinizing eye upon the Moor. ”What right have I to believe,” said he, ”that thou wilt be truer to me than to those of thy blood and thy religion?”

”I renounce all ties to them, either of blood or religion,” replied the Moor; ”my mother was a Christian captive; her country shall henceforth be my country, and her faith my faith.”*

* Cura de los Palacios.

The doubts of Don Gutiere were not dispelled by this profession of mongrel Christianity. ”Granting the sincerity of thy conversion,” said he, ”art thou under no obligations of grat.i.tude or duty to the alcayde of the fortress thou wouldst betray?”

The eyes of the Moor flashed fire at the words; he gnashed his teeth with fury. ”The alcayde,” cried he, ”is a dog! He has deprived my brother of his just share of booty; he has robbed me of my merchandise, treated me worse than a Jew when I murmured at his injustice, and ordered me to be thrust forth ignominiously from his walls. May the curse of G.o.d fall upon my head if I rest content until I have full revenge!” ”Enough,” said Don Gutiere: ”I trust more to thy revenge than thy religion.”

The good clavero called a council of his officers. The knights of Calatrava were unanimous for the enterprise--zealous to appease the manes of their slaughtered comrades. Don Gutiere reminded them of the state of the garrison, enfeebled by their late loss and scarcely sufficient for the defence of the walls. The cavaliers replied that there was no achievement without risk, and that there would have been no great actions recorded in history had there not been daring spirits ready to peril life to gain renown.

Don Gutiere yielded to the wishes of his knights, for to have resisted any further might have drawn on him the imputation of timidity: he ascertained by trusty spies that everything in Zalea remained in the usual state, and he made all the requisite arrangements for the attack.

When the appointed night arrived all the cavaliers were anxious to engage in the enterprise, but the individuals were decided by lot. They set out under the guidance of the Moor, and when they had arrived in the vicinity of Zalea they bound his hands behind his back, and their leader pledged his knightly word to strike him dead on the first sign of treachery. He then bade him to lead the way.

It was near midnight when they reached the walls of the fortress. They pa.s.sed silently along until they found themselves below the citadel.

Here their guide made a low and preconcerted signal: it was answered from above, and a cord let down from the wall. The knights attached to it a ladder, which was drawn up and fastened. Gutiere Munoz was the first that mounted, followed by Pedro de Alvarado, both brave and hardy soldiers. A handful succeeded: they were attacked by a party of guards, but held them at bay until more of their comrades ascended; with their a.s.sistance they gained possession of a tower and part of the wall. The garrison by this time was aroused, but before they could reach the scene of action most of the cavaliers were within the battlements. A b.l.o.o.d.y contest raged for about an hour--several of the Christians were slain, but many of the Moors: at length the citadel was carried and the town submitted without resistance.

Thus did the gallant knights of Calatrava gain the strong town of Zalea with scarcely any loss, and atone for the inglorious defeat of their companions by El Zagal. They found the magazines of the place well stored with provisions, and were enabled to carry a seasonable supply to their own famis.h.i.+ng garrison.

The tidings of this event reached the sovereigns just after the surrender of Cambil and Albahar. They were greatly rejoiced at this additional success of their arms, and immediately sent strong reinforcements and ample supplies for both Alhama and Zalea. They then dismissed the army for the winter. Ferdinand and Isabella retired to Alcala de Henares, where the queen on the 16th of December, 1485, gave birth to the princess Catharine, afterward wife of Henry VIII. of England. Thus prosperously terminated the checkered campaign of this important year.

CHAPTER x.x.xV.

DEATH OF MULEY ABUL Ha.s.sAN.

Muley Abdallah el Zagal had been received with great acclamations at Granada on his return from defeating the count de Cabra. He had endeavored to turn his victory to the greatest advantage with his subjects, giving tilts and tournaments and other public festivities in which the Moors delighted. The loss of the castles of Cambil and Albahar and of the fortress of Zalea, however, checked this sudden tide of popularity, and some of the fickle populace began to doubt whether they had not been rather precipitate in deposing his brother, Muley Abul Ha.s.san.

That superannuated monarch remained in his faithful town of Almunecar, on the border of the Mediterranean, surrounded by a few adherents, together with his wife Zoraya and his children, and he had all his treasures safe in his possession. The fiery heart of the old king was almost burnt out, and all his powers of doing either harm or good seemed at an end.

While in this pa.s.sive and helpless state his brother, El Zagal, manifested a sudden anxiety for his health. He had him removed, with all tenderness and care, to Salobrena, another fortress on the Mediterranean coast, famous for its pure and salubrious air; and the alcayde, who was a devoted adherent to El Zagal, was charged to have especial care that nothing was wanting to the comfort and solace of his brother.