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Wounded in many places, the blood dabbled his mail; while, over his head, he waved the banner wrought with mystic characters, which Ferdinand had already been taught to believe the workmanship of demons. "Now, perjured king of the Nazarenes!" shouted this formidable champion, "we meet at last! no longer host and guest, monarch and dervise, but man to man! I am Almamen! Die!"
"Yet what is she to thee?" asked Muza, suspiciously. "Thou shalt learn full soon. Let us on." So saying, Almamen sprang forward with a vigour which the excitement of his mind supplied to the exhaustion of his body. Muza wonderingly pushed on his charger, and endeavoured to draw his mysterious guide into conversation: but Almamen scarcely heeded him.
Muza listened; and his sharp ear caught a distinct ring upon the hard and rocky soil. He turned round and saw Almamen gliding away through the thick underwood, until the branches concealed his form.
She was brought up no renegade to her father's faith." "Write down the confession. Prisoner," resumed the Dominican, after a pause, "but few more questions remain; answer them truly, and thy life is saved. "Hold, priest!" cried Almamen, impetuously, "thou didst name my child. Do I hear aright?
The luminous form of the Hebrew grew dull and dim, until it vanished in the shade. On every eye blindness seemed to fall. There was a dead silence, broken by a cry and a groan; and when, after some minutes, the darkness gradually dispersed, Almamen was gone.
And as the water glides from yonder rock, that hath no power to retain it, I see the tide of empire welling from my hands." The young king spoke warmly and bitterly; and, in the irritation of his thoughts, strode, while he spoke, with rapid and irregular strides along the chamber. Almamen marked his emotion with an eye and lip of rigid composure.
"Prince," replied Almamen, turning slowly, and recognising the intruder on his meditations, "I was but considering how many revolutions, which have shaken earth to its centre, those orbs have witnessed, unsympathising and unchanged." "Unsympathising!" repeated the Moor "yet thou believest in their effect upon the earth?"
"We meet to-morrow, at midnight, mighty Boabdil," said Almamen, with his usual unmoved and passionless tones. "May the king live for ever." The king turned; but his monitor had already disappeared. He went as he came noiseless and sudden as a ghost.
Yallal'odir Yahya. "Possibly; but I know not that science, though I have wandered at midnight by the ancient Babel." "Fame lies to us, then," answered the Moor, with some surprise. "Fame never made pretence to truth," said Almamen, calmly, and proceeding on his way. "Allah be with you, prince! I seek the king." "Stay!
"Well, my masters," said Almamen, calmly, as he encountered the wild savage countenances that glared upon him, "think you there is aught to fear from the solitary santon?" "It is the magician," whispered one man to his neighbour "let him pass." "Nay," was the answer, "take him before the captain; we have orders to seize upon all we meet."
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