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Updated: June 18, 2025
In the province of Jaen de Bracamoros, at the foot of the western declivity of the Cordilleras, this Atlantic breeze rises sometimes to a tempest. It is highly probable that the great salubrity of the Amazon is owing to this constant breeze. In the stagnant air of the Upper Orinoco the chemical affinities act more powerfully, and more deleterious miasmata are formed.
The queen remained at the city of Jaen with the prince-royal and the princesses her children, accompanied and supported by the venerable cardinal of Spain and those reverend prelates who assisted in her councils throughout this holy war. The plan of King Ferdinand was to lay siege to the city of Baza, the key of the remaining possessions of the Moor.
While Ferdinand and his captains were confounding each other in their deliberations at the Fountain of the King, a quiet but deep little council of war was held in the state apartment of the old castle of Vaena between Queen Isabella, the venerable Pedro Gonzalez de Mendoza, grand cardinal of Spain, and Don Garcia Osoria, the belligerent bishop of Jaen.
In most of the cathedrals are preserved and shown to the public, on certain occasions, some of the thorns which composed our Saviour’s crown; in others, fragments of the Virgin’s veil; and in the cathedral of Jaen, the face of God.
The latter plains, however, furnish some ledges of fragmentary rocks on the south-west of San Fernando de Atabapo, as well as on the south-east, in the lower part of the Rio Negro and the Rio Branco. I saw in the plains of Jaen de Bracamoros a sandstone which alternates with ledges of sand and conglomerate nodules of porphyry and Lydian stone.
The knights and proud hidalgos who on the wall are seen, Their hearts are bold, their arms are strong, their swords and spears are keen. Disaster will be certain as the rising of the day, And victory and booty are a slippery prize," they say, "It would be wise in this emprise the conflict to forego; Not all the Moors Granada boasts could lay proud Jaen low."
The captain had already gone to sleep at the table. But the Czar laid a watch beside him; he could wake whenever he wished. When he awoke, he went into the dining-room, and found Jaen Scheerborck sleeping at the table. "Bring him out!" commanded the Czar. "Is he not to accompany your Majesty any more?" the chamberlain, who was a favourite, ventured to ask. "No!
And hang upon my baldric, The best of my ten swords. Black as the midnight is the sheath, And with the rest accords. Bring me the horse the Christian slave Gave to me for his sire, At Jaen; and no ransom But that did I require. And even though he be not shod, Make haste to bring him here; Though treachery from men I dread, From beasts I have no fear.
Ah! now too late I mourn the word that sent me on this quest, For I see that death awaits me here whilst thou livest on at rest, For I must enter Jaen's gates a conqueror or be sent Far from Granada's happy hills in hopeless banishment; But sorest is the thought that I to Lindaraja swore: If Jaen should repulse me I'd return to her no more; No more a happy lover would I linger at her side, Until Granada's warrior host had humbled Jaen's pride."
"Now you must tell me some of the stories which the people relate about me. You know lots of them, Jaen." "I know some certainly, but it is not possible...." "Then I will tell some," said Peter, "Do you know the story of the pair of compasses and the cheese? No? Well, it runs thus: 'The Czar is so covetous that he always carries a box of drawing instruments in his pocket.
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