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To remount his steed, that remained at band, humbled and motionless, to appear again amongst the thickest of the fray, was a work no less rapidly accomplished than had been the slaughter of the unhappy Estevon de Suzon. But now the fortune of the day was stopped in a progress hitherto so triumphant to the Moors.
While he spoke, the dashing stream of the Moorish horse broke over the little band; and Estevon beheld bent upon himself the dark eyes and quivering lip of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. That noble knight had never, perhaps, till then known fear; but he felt his heart stand still, as he now stood opposed to that irresistible foe.
"Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our lives an example how Spanish warriors should live and die. May God and the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!" Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs. "We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups.
"Now, marquess," said Don Estevon de Suzon, "what wager shall be between us as to which lance this day robs Moorish beauty of the greatest number of its worshippers?" "My falchion against your jennet," said Don Alonzo de Pacheco, taking up the challenge. "Agreed.
To remount his steed, that remained at band, humbled and motionless, to appear again amongst the thickest of the fray, was a work no less rapidly accomplished than had been the slaughter of the unhappy Estevon de Suzon. But now the fortune of the day was stopped in a progress hitherto so triumphant to the Moors.
"Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our lives an example how Spanish warriors should live and die. May God and the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!" Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs. "We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups.
While he spoke, the dashing stream of the Moorish horse broke over the little band; and Estevon beheld bent upon himself the dark eyes and quivering lip of Muza Ben Abil Gazan. That noble knight had never, perhaps, till then known fear; but he felt his heart stand still, as he now stood opposed to that irresistible foe.
"Now, marquess," said Don Estevon de Suzon, "what wager shall be between us as to which lance this day robs Moorish beauty of the greatest number of its worshippers?" "My falchion against your jennet," said Don Alonzo de Pacheco, taking up the challenge. "Agreed.
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