Part 3 (1/2)
So when, after a few hours, Wamba, in perfect health, opened his eyes, he found that instead of a King he was transformed into a Monk!
Whether this was a cunning device of this philosophic King to lay down the burdens which wearied him, and spend the rest of his days in tranquility; or whether it was the work of the Royal Prince, who joyfully a.s.sumed the diadem which he had so unwillingly worn, n.o.body knows. But Wamba pa.s.sed the remainder of his days in a monastery near Burgos, and the ambitious Ervigius reigned as his successor.
CHAPTER VIII.
The Visigoth kingdom, which had stood for three centuries, had pa.s.sed its meridian. It had created a magnificent background for historic Spain, and a heritage which would be the pride and glory of the proudest nation in Europe. The Goths had come as only rude intruders into that country; but to be descended from the Visigoth Kings was hereafter to be the proudest boast of the Spaniard. And the man who could make good such claim to distinction was a _Hidalgo_; or in its original form, _hijo-de-algo_--son of somebody.
But many generations of peace had impaired the rugged strength and softened the sinews of the nation. It was the beginning of the end when, at the close of the seventh century, there were two rival claimants to the throne; and while the vicious and cruel Witiza reigned at Toledo, Roderick, the son of Theodofred, also reigned in Andalusia. There had been a long struggle, during which it is said that Theodofred's eyes had been put out by his victorious rival, and his son Roderick had obtained a.s.sistance from the Greek Emperor at Byzantium in a.s.serting his own claims. He succeeded in driving Witiza out of the country; and in 709,--”the last of the Goths,”--was crowned at Toledo, King of all Spain.
But the struggle was not over; and it was about to lead to a result which is one of the most momentous in the history, not alone of Spain,--nor yet of Europe,--but of _Christendom_. Witiza was dead, but his two sons, with a formidable following, were still trying to work the ruin of Roderick. A certain Count Julian, who, on account of his daughter Florinda, had his own wrongs to avenge, accepted the leaders.h.i.+p of these rebels. The power of the Visigoths had extended across the narrow strait (cut by the Phenicians) over to the opposite sh.o.r.e, where Morocco seems to be reaching out in vain endeavor to touch the land from which she was long ago severed; and there, at Tangiers, this arch-traitor laid his plans and matured the scheme of revenge and treachery which had such tremendous results for Europe.
With an appearance of perfect loyalty he parted from Roderick, who unsuspectingly asked him to bring him some hawks from Africa when he returned. Bowing, he said: ”Sire, I will bring you such hawks as never were seen in Spain before.”
For one hundred years an unprecedented wave of conquest had been moving from Asia toward the west. Mahommedanism, which was destined to become the scourge of Christendom, had subjected Syria, Mesopotamia, Egypt, and northern Africa, until it reached Ceuta--the companion Pillar to Gibraltar on the African coast.
At this point the Goths had stood, as a protecting wall beyond which the Asiatic deluge could not flow.
Count Julian was the trusted military commander of the Gothic garrisons in Morocco, as _Musa_, the oft-defeated Saracen leader, knew to his cost. As this Musa was one day looking with covetous eyes across at the Spanish Peninsula, he was suddenly surprised by a visit from Count Julian; and still more astonished when that commander offered to surrender to him the Gothic strongholds _Tangier_, _Arsilla_, and _Ceuta_ in return for the a.s.sistance of the Saracen army in the cause of Witiza's sons against Roderick.
Amazed at such colossal treason, Musa referred Count Julian to his master the Khalif, at Damascus, who at once accepted his infamous proposition. In Spanish legend and history this man is always designated as _The Traitor_, as if standing alone and on a pinnacle among the men who have betrayed their countries.
Musa, half doubting, sent a preliminary force of about five hundred Moors under a chief named _Tarif_, to the opposite coast; and the Moors found, as was promised, that they might range at their own will and pleasure in that earthly paradise of Andalusia. The name of this Mussulman chief, Tarif, was given to the spot first touched by the feet of the Mahommedan, which was called _Tarifa_; and as Tarifa was afterward the place where customs were collected, the word _tariff_ is an imperishable memorial of that event. In like manner Gibraltar was named _Gebel-al-Tarik_, (Mountain of Tarik) after the leader bearing that name, who was sent later by Musa with a larger force; which name has been gradually changed to its present form--Gibraltar.
Poor King Roderick, while still fighting to maintain his own right to the crown he wore, learned with dismay that his country was invaded by a horde of people from the African coast. Theodemir wrote to him: ”So strange is their appearance that we might take them for inhabitants of the sky. Send me all the troops you can collect, without delay.” The hawks promised by Count Julian had arrived!
The hour of doom had sounded for the last King of the Visigoths, and for his kingdom. There is a legend that a mysterious tower existed near Toledo, which was built by Hercules, soon after Adam, with the command that no king or lord of Spain should ever seek to know what it contained; instead of that it was the duty of each King to put a new lock upon its mysterious portal.
It is said that Roderick, perhaps in his extremity, resolved to disobey the command, and to discover the secret hidden in the Enchanted Tower. In a jeweled shrine in the very heart of the structure he came at last to a coffer of silver, ”right subtly wrought,” and far inside of that he reached the final mystery,--only this,--a white cloth folded between two pieces of copper. With trembling eagerness Roderick opened and found painted thereon men with turbans, carrying banners, with swords strung around their necks, and bows behind them, slung at the saddle-bow. Over these figures was written: ”When this cloth shall be opened, men appareled like these shall conquer Spain, and be the lords thereof.”
Such is the picturesque legend. Men with ”turbans and banners and swords slung about their necks,” were a.s.suredly now in Andalusia, led by Tarik, who had literally burned his s.h.i.+ps behind him, and then told his followers to choose between victory or death.
The two armies faced each other at a spot near Cadiz. It is said that Roderick, the degenerate successor of Alaric, went into battle in a robe of white silk embroidered with gold, sitting on a car of ivory, drawn by white mules. Tarik's men, who were fighting for victory or Paradise, overwhelmed the Goths; Roderick, in his flight, was drowned in the Guadalquivir, and his diadem of pearls and his embroidered robe were sent to Damascus as trophies.
Count Julian urged that the victory be immediately followed up by Musa before there was time for the Spaniards to rally. One after another the cities of Toledo, Cordova, and Granada capitulated, the persecuted Jews flocking to the new standard and aiding in the conquest of their oppressors.
As well might one have held back the Atlantic from rus.h.i.+ng through that ca.n.a.l upon the isthmus, as to have stayed the inflowing of the Saracens through the breach made by ”the Traitor,” Count Julian!
In less than two years Spain was a conquered province, rendering allegiance to the Khalif at Damascus, and the _Moor_,--as the followers of the Prophet in Morocco were called,--reigned in Toledo.
It was in the year 412 that Ataulfus, with his haughty bride Placidia, had established his Court at Barcelona, and Romanized Spain became Gothic Spain. In 711--just three centuries later--the Visigoth kingdom had disappeared as utterly beneath the Saracen flood as had its ill-fated King Roderick under the waters of the Guadalquivir; and fastened upon Christian Europe was a Mahommedan empire; an empire which all the combined powers of that continent have never since been able entirely to dislodge. From that ill-omened day in 709, when Tarif set foot on the Spanish coast, to this June of 1898, the Mahommedan has been in Europe; and remains to-day, a scourge and a blight in the territory upon which his cruel grasp still lingers.
CHAPTER IX.
Tarik and his twelve thousand Berbers,[A] or Moors, had at one stroke won the Spanish Peninsula. The banner of the Prophet waved over every one of the ancient and famous cities in Andalusia, and the turbaned army had marched through the stubborn north as far as the Spanish border. As Musa, intoxicated with success, stood at last upon the Pyrenees, he saw before him a vision of a subjugated Europe. The banner of the Prophet should wave from the Pyrenees to the Baltic! A mosque should stand where St. Peter's now stands in Rome! So, step by step, the Moslems pressed up into Gaul, and in 732 their army had reached Tours.
It was a moment of supreme peril for Christendom. But, happily, the Franks had what the Goths had not--a great leader. Charles Martel,--then _Maire du Palais_, and virtually King of France, instead of the feeble Lothair,--led his Franks into what was to be one of the most decisive of the world's battles; a battle which would determine whether Europe should be Christian or Mahommedan.