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Updated: June 27, 2025
"In him, in him alone I trust, To him I pray, Who formed this wretched body from the dust. He will redeem me in the Judgment Day. "And Muza, one last service will I ask, Dear friend of mine: Here, where I died, be it thy pious task To bury me beneath the tall green pine. "And o'er my head a scroll indite, to tell How, on this sod, Fighting amid my valiant Moors, I fell.
Suddenly, a cloud of dust swept towards him; and Muza, a moment before at the further end of the field, came glittering through that cloud, with his white robe waving and his right arm bare. Villena recognised him, set his teeth hard, and putting spurs to his charger, met the rush.
Granada now is my only mistress." Several days had elapsed without any encounter between Moor and Christian; for Ferdinand's cold and sober policy, warned by the loss he had sustained in the ambush of Muza, was now bent on preserving rigorous restraint upon the fiery spirits he commanded.
When the Moors beheld that noble soldiery slowly breaking ground, and retiring towards the camp, even Muza could not control their ardour. They rushed forward, harassing the retreat of the Christians, and delaying the battle by various skirmishes.
Hernando checked his steed, gazed a moment at his foe, turned back, for greater impetus to his charge, and, in a moment more, the bravest warriors of the two armies met, lance to lance. The round shield of Muza received the Christian's weapon; his own spear shivered, harmless, upon the breast of the giant.
"Because," replied Muza, boldly, "the king has delegated to a subject the command he should himself assume. Oh, Boabdil!" he continued, passionately "friend of my boyhood, ere the evil days came upon us, gladly would I sink to rest beneath the dark waves of yonder river, if thy arm and brain would fill up my place amongst the warriors of Granada.
"Muza," resumed the king, as the Spaniards left the presence "thou hast heard all. What is the last counsel thou canst give thy sovereign?" The fierce Moor had with difficulty waited this licence to utter such sentiments as death only could banish from that unconquerable heart.
"And now," said the king, when alone with the Dominican and Almamen, "how proceed our hopes?" "Boabdil," replied the Israelite, "is aroused against both his army and their leader, Muza; the king will not quit the Alhambra; and this morning, ere I left the city, Muza himself was in the prisons of the palace." "How!" cried the king, starting from his seat.
Boabdil watched him depart; and then, clasping his hands in great emotion, exclaimed, "O lips of the dead! ye have warned me; and to you I sacrifice the friend of my youth." On quitting Boabdil the vizier, taking with him some of those foreign slaves of a seraglio, who know no sympathy with human passion outside its walls, bent his way to the palace of Muza, sorely puzzled and perplexed.
The novice was touched: the present language of Don Juan was so different from what it had been before; the earnest love that breathed in his voice that looked from his eyes, struck a chord in her breast; it reminded her of her own unconquered, unconquerable love for the lost Muza. She was touched, then touched to tears; but her resolves were not shaken.
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